Sound boy ,Rose love .

 

Pockets full of finger batteries
Cheap tigers from Chinese factories
That's all he could afford
Frack Duracell
Dough then was like mysteries

Aimless street hikes like a blockhead
Skinny feet dusty
as if he wasn't well fed
playing homeless like the homeless

Ear plugged to a palito
That came as a gift
For running errands for Ahmed ,his neighborhood uncle
who held him down :
Tees ,kicks and them homeboy's chattels.

His mamma warned him of sleeping with headphones on :stupid,God might want to tell you something
He bumped to no pigeons but to caged birds who knew why they sung

Cars horns didn't catch his feelings
Jazz horns found his wheeling
Married to the soul and poetry of free birds chirping their metered pain out,a barter for healing

He's was a sound boy and still one
Who rose from everything that has to do with love.