TYIS (internet slang: 'Thank You, I'll Share' your post)

Slang is a poor man's poetry

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes to work

And David put his hand in his bag, and took thence a stone, and slang it, and smote the Philistine in his forehead, that the stone sunk into his forehead; and he fell upon his face to the earth.

I told her, 'I'll ground you.' I didn't know it was slang for flow.

You gotta be born with it, baby. We walk with the lip, we talk with the slang. And we pretty. We pretty, baby. We move like Ali in his young days. We good with the jab, good with the stab.