I found this poem in the ladies bathroom at work. I think it's about working for the NSF/NORC and hooded sweatshirts and appreciating time by oneself.
"Ask around the hood to see if I put in work
That's why the hood got my back like a sweat shirt.
I can go anywhere 'n be all woody
Only time the hood got yo back is when u wear the hoody
I knock on wood so I wont jinx myself
I could enjoy my own company by myself
get cha gun
lil 'nigga I got yourself
Dont let me go in the closet and get that thing off that shelf"
