The City

The City




As I sat under the second bridged of the 36
Cast my lines and prayed for fish
The tide was low; just as I,
I bear my skin to the sun, but the clouds deny
“They block my shine”
Oh me Oh my
There is mist over the city, but I know it is just a noxious film,
The air will make you more than Ill
As the city which never has its fill
They pour in from all around,
Just as this trash on this Shore,
They are here for the skin on the beach,
The lights of the scene,
Seen some out of towners bust a Uwe,
For that street pussy they fiend,
They know in certain parts of this cesspool, that its as cheap as
Affordable homes, 50-dollar cell phones,
And some of you fake ass niggas and hoes
However, we cannot; we will not stay away,
No matter how many of your homies get taken today,
By trigger happy Babylonians or hell bent youths,
Thinks it is a game until they point a shoot.
This city, with in it so many cities,
Seems it’s being taken back, but it never belonged to nobody.
Claim your city, Rep your city,
Just be easy because the CITY has no Pity.



Oba Richards