I’m dusting my pant once again.
Not to remove the dirt on it but to confirm the state of my pocket.
I stood right at the corner of the stairs
While I day dreamed about the times I took food for granted.
I’m back at the site for another shift
But baby wont stop calling for another gift
Who art thou among men to own a babe when you have not a dime?
How close art thou to Sapa’s arm
He can make a grown man sigh after a long pause
For the last tukay disappeared right in front of his nose
He grits his teeth with so much anger
While nodding “Nice one. Nice one”
He’s the energy that makes a grown man twerk on IG giveaway
No respect for John Thomas? F**k John Thomas.
He’s the voice that makes you notice your friend taking a bigger scoop
Punches are bound to land on one of you, for everyone is a detective.
Who’s he that makes you smile while crying.
Who’s he that changes your lengua with a plead? Sapa, bien merci!
