Sammy The Chink sharpens his knife in the alley
Someone’s gonna get cut tonight.
But it won’t be me.
Pacified on a Lucky Strike
I tour the ghetto,
An artist glancing at his own creative vomit.
Wave to Melanie
That’s pure suck ego, baby.
For twenty five dollars she’ll tell you you’re god
And you’ll believe it too
Hands like snakes
Mouth moving fast as silver becomes sliver.
She’ll turn up dead tomorrow
But tonight she’ll dance.
Boys on the corner play Jacks for crack.
‘It Takes A Nation Of Millions’ blasts loud
From a broken apartment window
Where Little Joe turns blue.
His final trip, straight to hell boy.
Someone pukes loudly
Adding more bilious colour to the city’s canvas.

Sammy The Chink sharpens his knife in the alley
Someone’s gonna get cut tonight.