Pusher

I'm leanin' against the lamp post 

Watchin' its pale moon orb cast light on the sidewalk 

Listenin' to it buzz 

Cracked pavement leads only two ways 

Up to the brick and mortar 

Down to the asphalt street 

I got my black pants on 

Too hot or I'd have my black turtle on too 

So just a white t-shirt 

Black shoes, black socks 

I look like power tonight 

Whoa! What was that? 

Old man on the second floor 

He's beatin' his wife again 

I can hear him screamin' 

Him slappin' and her cryin' 

Jeezus that man is mean 

He's gonna kill her one day 

Man, look around you 

This ain't no country pastoral scene 

Ain't no Renoir, ain't no Van Gogh 

S**t it's the concrete jungle 

The buildings loom like trees in a jungle 

And on this block they are all tenants 

Stuck to some slumlord or some s**t like that 

This turf is mine. 

Why you ask? That's a good question. 

But, it's cause I am the toughest meanest 

Son-of-a-b***h on this block 

No, I'm not sayin' I'm the toughest dude around 

I not like no Ben-Hur or no Sparticus 

Nah, see here I got me a switchblade 

And I know how to use it too 

Stabbed a dude once 

He was sellin' some s**t on my street 

Can you believe it? 

So I knifed him like Brutus knifed Caesar 

Man, now that was a killing 

These streets man they got no dreams 

Nothin' but sickness, sadness, death on this block 

I got no dreams, no man, nothin' like that 

No time here to think about bein' successful 

Like Trump, Gates, Onasis, none of them dudes 

It ain't like I gonna become no royalty 

I'll never make no king 

Ivan the Terrible 

Edward Longshanks 

They were some mean dudes 

The streets here 

All about survival 

People tryin' to take your s**t 

Kill you to take your turk 

You gotta protect yourself 

I'll never make nothing of myself 

Not that f****n' smart 

S**t 

No way 

It's not like I'm 

Einstein and I got me theory of relativity 

Or Oppenheimer and invent me a nuclear bomb 

Not some Pasteur, and make me some Penicillin 

Did you know he cured rabies... 

S**t, Ms. Johnson's dog down the way 

It done had rabies.... 

Wait 

What the hell are you here for anyway? 

You want some s**t? 

I ain't got all f****n' night 

Fifty dollars a lude man 

You want the full baggy? 

That's gonna cost seventy-five 

Don't try an rip me off 

I may not be no 

John Adam Smith 

No 

Alan Greenspan 

But I got me a f****n' 9 mill

And that's all the education I need

--william paris