We to the races

So fellas tie yo’ laces

And hella take yo’ places

We bouts to smash faces

Rout these spaces and chase down nascent sages

Put them in cages treat them like carnophages

Get a taste of casebook racism

Ageless, fleet like a foot of ring-crowned angel

Skirt over the brook and turn the book’s pages

Eat a bagel on the occasion

Lasting duration of midnight generation

The saying is orthodox like toasted lox and cheese

Boxed freebies are underseas

In treasure troves of golden globes

And loaves of bread to cut and spread

No disease if you venture deeply but freeze

Shark in the dark hit you outta’ the park

Fully despised while evil eye unlocks and pries

Eject you straight from the ocean and into blue skies

Clouds and pixies are my fixes

Like guns and powder for seventy-sixas

Wine and weed and countless chicas

See ya I tee off and scoff at the professor in his top

As I’m off to rob slots and connect the dots

In an endless procession of nights in succession

 

2:30 am

30 June 2004