White woman on Perry Street
Hey Auntie You straight
Straight longer 'n you've been alive
And your mama too
Hey Baby Waz zup
My age that's what
Old enough to be your grandma
Lady from the suburbs
Gives me a ride home
I tell her I live in the richest part of the city
Kids on my block carry rolls larger 'n their fists
Drug route a better profit than newspapers
Hop on your bike
Ride around the corner and hand the man in the car
A little bag
Beats carrying a sack full of shit that's heavy
Kids on my block are the news
They don't pedal papers
They fill their pages from front to obit
That ain't no water pistol, Mister
Walk tall or don't walk at all
At least not on Perry Street
Doing time means you got stupid
The next kid'll take your spot
Leave the money in a safe
So it takes more time for someone to get it
'Cuz you know in your gut
Ain't no one can be trusted
It's one for all and all for none
On Perry Street
Wanna' be a hero
Get dead
They hang a sheet out with your name on it
And wear their colors
Mama dressed in black
Your friends in red
They talk about cha for a day or two
Maybe even take down the guy that got you
And then it's business as usual
On Perry Street
© 2006 Beth NoLastName
