Lightbulb

Ideas flash

I hear the beat of the streat underground like a beet

The tremor of bass beneath my feet

I carry the jacket of jackin and packin

shelltoes, cellphones, elcos, elbows, hellnos melrose, eggrolls deathrows.

Rolling in buckets a box full of fuckets

We couldnt play trumpets

And so we play glasspipes.

Melanin cinnamon hooked on the medicine all my bucks go to Exxon and Edison.

No carports just cardboards

No artforms, no elk.

No bayou, no no,

We hardly afford milk.

 

Look at what my circumstances built:

A brown man with white guilt.

American dreams fulfilled.