Wild Leek

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.