New Bedford Guide Your Guide to New Bedford and South Coast, MA
Welcome to my city, where girls are are called names before pretty.
Where we can write raps, and give dap but not show up to support even a kids concert just to clap.
Where guys go out at night to betray her, and my friends taught me it’s Mikey’s city so I never voted for Mayor.
Where you’re safer driving fast than driving at night, and you don’t see many videos of talent, but everyone will snap chat a fight.
Where you always know someone in jail for a bid, and the only thing that saved more then half of us was having a kid.
Where we shop at Mad Rags before Alta, and every weekend you can see someone you hate if you go to ultra.
Where relationships are built on restrictions and everyone has a deadly addiction.
Where you can get a 10 bag before a ride, and we don’t know who founded the city, but we can point out a man in a wheelchair named Clyde.
Where you’re from the south so it stands for something and you pound your chest, and you hate everyone because they’re a couple miles away in the west.
Where you can’t find hope, but you can find dope, and anyone can humiliate you like in 8 mile when they chanted “choke”.
Where if you mess up once you don’t get a second chance, and more the 65% of the population has food stamps.
Welcome to my city, how was the ride? I hope for your sake you can make it out alive.
By Marissa Despres.
