I can’t believe I cried, water running down my face.
I can’t believe I cried, leaking all over the place.
The day started like any other, washed my face and got dressed.
Maybe it was my meditation or was I not feeling my best?
I watched the news, mergers, hold ups, lost babies and you know all the regular drama.
It was implied that all the criminals and I shared the same mama.
I left my house to hang with my people.
I walked pass some kids on my bloc, they looked at me lethal. Little kids how can they be lethal?
I caught up with my Mans and ‘nem. They were all full of stress.
They had baby Papa and Mama Drama. Their lives were filled with too many tests.
I left them to go and find a good book.
On the way I saw an accident and their bumpers were hooked.
They were fighting and screaming and fist were engaged, from where I stood they all in a rage.
I did what I could to break up the fight. I don’t want to have to punch out someone’s lights. Just for helping out I would land myself on the front page.
I stopped at the store to play my numbers and get a Snapple, made from the best stuff on Earth.
As I bugged off the slogan on the bottle, I stood by the freezer. Some guy came in and stole this lady’s purse.
I thought about chasing him but some other brothers were too fast.
Looking at this lady, her hair in four braids, she brought back a vision direct from my past.
I said to the frightened older lady, “Just in case they don’t catch him I’ll give you some cash.”
It’s always terrible when your life feels like a sudden car crash.
I paid for her groceries and asked her to wait. I would walk her home because I could see it shook her.
As we neared her door, she started to thank me, like old ladies do all sweet and unsure.
As I turned to leave I saw a cop car. He had the purse snatcher or in another life a track star.
I said thank you officer for lending a hand; he said do you have ID for this purse? Please put your hands on the car.
He checked me and cuffed me and had me down on my knees. I asked, what’s the problem? He was taking my keys.
He called for back up to take me to the station. He smiled a sick smile as I saw blood on my knee.
I was lock up for a night because I fit the description. I was locked down, violated and deterred from my mission.
My cell mate was big and wore only some holly shorts. He smelled like an ass but I knew better than to start dissin’.
He looked at me like I was the next competitor.
When looked back at him he looked like a predator.
All I wanted some fresh air and to find a good book to buy.
When that old lady bailed me out, I can’t believe I cried.