Audience-pleaser; Broadway and tweeters/
everlasting chase/ moving fast like haste/ switch and bait/
love to hate/ with weight and daytons/
got no luck like lottos but filas and dealers/ no sons and daughters/ just gray/
when I sleep I hit hay/ can’t sleep till day/ can’t wait to taste today/
Broadway and made for each other like case/ is the murder they gave/
so I race to 8th street or make it nay/ told me to hide out till day/ 18 without a bullet but wait/
a silent boy with a rushed gait/ face scarred and hushed but wait/ want to shout out great/
far distances and say/ hate halt make sense it’s mother’s day/ 1998/
and you are late/ since this is my only existence and fate/
hold it together like relate/ can’t stay on Broadway/
so I lace up sneakers and count heart race/
this street will make/ me rot, skip a beat like hopscotch/ and gone/- and long-winded praise/
about my kind gentle face/ frozen like Green Bay/ wait/ take taxi cab out this drab place/
don’t want mama to visit me at grave/ so I escape by a second shaved/ off like gambles/
semi-concentric zones, caught in these shambles/ with a semi-automatic alone/
who’s pointing what where/ doesn’t matter here/ homes are destroyed/ disowned, and dismantled/ while we’re here having hand-to-hand/ combat/
hot box like in shadow,/ awed like scandal/ political leaders with tentacles/ me dummy lit like a candle/ never lost a handle/hand to hand battles/
except for magnum/rip through body parts/ our children die in these streets/for stats and charts/ not their sons/and parks/
if it will be okay/ I’ll land them pull over and crazy/ show/ and I promise you this I know/
most will cheer/ and shake fist with dare/ I try like death wish/ scared of red like black list/
that there is just this gangsta shit/ they’ll say with happiness/
but at least there’s a happy ending in this here/
on Broadway and Eights/small play/ like a jist/ 25 to life to wrist/ society never needed to risk/ care or feed the major populace.
