Hot construction workers for the world,
The hot tool makers, packer of colas,
Banging on the railroads across the downtown and south side bridges turmoil,
Brawling, acknowledging, throaty laughters of men in sewers and under tunnels,
The City of humongous Deaths:
They would tell me that others are
cruel and I would believe them all, for that information I have
seen the fine ladies pass by wielders that caught noticed.
And people would tell me you are unlawful and I would answer:
Yeah I know right?
It's a fucked up city with fucked up folks in it,
and it is not going to get any better than it was in our baby boomers times,
I have seen the robbers rob, and get out free to rob once again.
They would tell me you are very wicked and my reply is:
True, I know exactly where you coming from,
on the face of the earth of women,
men and children I have seen starved on the streets of those who living in deserted places of wanton hunger.
And to have another answer to that statement is,
that I have seen those who made contentious mocks of my city,
and I would give the contentious mockeries right back to them:
Tell me what other city is like this one that suffers tremendous deaths?
Affecting contagious curses among others of toil workers
making a living from job to job.
And they would tell me, well, travel to New York City with me and I would show you all the dangers of the land like this one.
My reply is: no city should suffer enormous deaths.
I have seen those who rejects laws and seasons instructions,
I have seen those who
Wears no mask,
Creating, breaking, abolishing, building and rebuilding,
Under all of that gas, there are dust and smoke on his laughing face,
With that being said, under those terrible cover ups of laughs seeing the laughters of young men in battles against the Krypts and the
The heart of no people,
Laughing at the big virus, and loud laughters of the youth, half-naked,
sweating their balls off, being proud to be a gang banger and dope dealers, but not so proud to be a construction worker for the world, toolmakers, packer of colas, and nor banging on the railroads across the downtown and south side bridges turmoil.