"O simple ones, learn prudence; O fools, learn sense." Proverbs 8:5
Location Everywhere:
Hamilton Heights where cleavage baring Puerto Ricans call pasty white boys, niggers on 141st Street. Hamilton Heights where runny nosed babies stand barefoot on wet pavement to catch a glimpse of Ice T in black leather. Hamilton Heights where rust colored roaches crawl up the walls and over greasy cardboard boxes of Popeye's chicken. Where fiercely obese women in yellow sweats wearing out the elastic waist bands, sit in lawn chairs and litter their patch of shit stained dirt with Swisher Sweet butts and paper cups. Where the rookie cops straight out of the academy stand on the corner with proud freshly shaved baby faces, working in hell for 25k a year cause they have fast legs. If they can stand the beat here, they'll make it any where.
I hand out chocolate from craft services to the young boys on bikes cause its two in the morning, mom's not around, and they look hungry. The teamsters keep encouraging me to call a car service at wrap, cause the hooded rats are waiting to pounce as I walk to the train.
Hamilton Heights where red lights are short. And the mind set for more out of life is waning.
Are we a sorry sight?
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