… the wal-tucky

was as at the Wal-tucky..
“that’s right” i’m that lucky,
sometimes i go
where the wildlings run free,

end of the grind,
standing in line,
eyes still burning
from madding scenes,

when a sadness,
not the usual kind,
unfolded right
in front of me,

🎵 “show me da money”,
“don’t care if it’s funny”
“don’t care if it’s muddy”
“i’m hoping that it’s bloody”.. 🎶

looking down
i saw right at my knee,

a babe about four
possibly three,
spouting thug life
rather rhythmically,

first thing to mind,
for little baby,
how much of life
will he live being free..

today i’ve seen
all i can see,
that’s it for me..

don’t care how cheap,
no more
Wal-tucky!