Oh Mista Jay!

hold my hand and walk for enough to see the dark shadows
hanging from the bayonets,
killing me with your ungrateful smile.

and here I hate you, but I love you,
writing all the signs on my walls,
counting and counting and counting
and counting and counting and counting
until you break my door down--
stuff me in a wall
and break each of my fingers
until im laughing at your feet

we'll conquer this city together!
take the city by gadgetry
and storm the city with great stride
so take my hand,
I'll assist you with my life.