gimme a juke joint
or honky tonk
where a bottle tossed
lets you know
your shit aint funky
and shit 'posed to be funky
so you betta play
some funky shit
or the next thing to get tossed
gone be you
and that's we gone hollah
man they some the best
ever did it
for the police gone come
haul us off from a fight
and the party wasnt right
that night 'til that fight
(as usual)
and the jukebox
only got three legs
for the owner put one
on the pinball machine
that dont work
but certain couples
like it for leaning
when they slow-dancing
and the owner in bidness
for clientele pleasing
'sides e'ry DrunkHard™
in there regular
know where he live
and aint no napkins
for the drinks dont come in
fancy glasses
so you write yo number
on ace of spades
after playing poker
and give it to
Dix y Chicks
and the next day when
your granddaddy come bail you out
you find out the mo'phhhhhhh
you was fighting
is his third cousin
auntie son
in a hole in the wall
a aint gotta act like a like you
or wanna live wid you
but you ma family
so despite ma best efforts
e'ry friday night
come thursday next
we clocking out the factory wid
POTnah!, you gone to the bar
tahmarraw night
PLEASE B-LEAVE DAT THURRR!
02.06.09 04:21PM pacific ©cindyadriennequashie
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