Wild Leek
Striped Skunk town
piss runnin’ down
Dan Ryan’s leg red,
reaks of
Public Transit love
smells,
old enchanted valentine’s
hell,
fires and mass-acres
wires and sky scraper
scratchin’ sun’s cornia.
Land of California,
Robert Johnson Rhyme
swelterin’ summertime
deffer’d dreams,
exploding raisins dried like
Sidney Poiter screamin’
about that…
Walter,
send off man,
Florida Evans sayin’
”Damn, Damn, Damn”
Genius Artistic Ghetto Children
Hustle, Flow and Limp through
Hallways of Privately owned
Science Experiments,
who don’t give a shit ‘bout
hoods wit rats,
alley’s wit cats,
street tribes barely survive
spiked wit bats, at best
at worst, scratched serial shots
spillin’ milk for material Mot,
poor out a little sacrifice
for syphilis Capone,
God of Canenites Mosquito Bite,
Drivin’ Cars into homes.
We Leak that Wild shit...
Our governors is cop like crooked,
two in a row,
our Jr. Senators took it,
to a new arena,
to another show,
only Black, look it,
both historical.
That’s that Juan Magic
Pootie Tang Talk,
Herbie Hancock,
superhero drunken
monkeees unknown
Willie Lords of Vice tragic,
Celtic Champs throw up flags
on National TV,
D.A. spit smart static
when walkin’ wit him,
Rasheed’s sense uncommon,
till Hollywood hit him.
My Island been Stony,
like them cluckas been boney.
Clowns terrorize like homey,
you had to be there.
You gon’ mob wit somebody somewhere
when Developmental Growth is arrested
to County Cot
overpopulated punch to the nose
blood bubble snot.
Even if you could pray to Al- Ka’aba,
you still best to know ya lit.
Violation pumpkin heads have you lookin’ like
Kanye Car Accidents,
oops,
maybe that’s coincidence,
like sellin’ the same beat twice.
This is Nelson Algren’s Hustle Town,
his triangle shaped square is where
pigeons and whineno’s
freeze in peace,
nice,
this is Chicago.
