On a street corner
that could be any street corner
in any city, in America
stands an urban ghetto youth
he shouts out ethnic / ebonic slogans
that are typically, barely understandable
Too most middle class white suburban ears
“Yo biotch ass mutha-fucka!”
“wuz a candy coated cracker ass white boy doin in dis here part uv town?”
I push all things aside
I have my standard issue charcoal filtered Old English
and my trusty 9mm by my side
stroll up coolly and say
“Get me another 40 and a quick fix if you can”
I tilt my head back
finishing off the last 10 ozs in one swallow
and wallow my way to Chucks Super Soul Food
for a plate of ribs
“Hey Chuck” I say
“The usual, well done but not to done”
“And your special homemade hickory bbq sauce to go”
After I get my delicious plate of bbq ribs
I walk out to see the ghetto boy looking nervous
hands in his pockets, trying to avoid all suspicions of the law
I hand him a roll of 20’s in exchange for an 8ball
after thumbing through the cash
the 40 was on the house he said
I walk back to my new sports car
now missing it’s gold plated hubcaps
boot up, shoot up
and drive home happy
back to my safe middle class white sub urban lifestyle.