SCAPE

The sun coiled ‘round the Hancock Building
and flashed in Fat Tony’s eyes
as he gazed out the window of the observation deck
little did he realize

Some young kid ridin’ the elevator
his head wired on meth,
was wanting to stick it to somebody.
All he could think of was death

He walked up behind Fat Tony
with the silent feet of a cat.
The kid was getting’ real anxious
to fill the silence with a splat.

He pulled a knife from his winter jacket
sunlight flashin’ off the blade.
Paybacks are a bitch, he’s thinkin’
and someone’s about to get paid.

With moves as slick as graphite
he stuck Fat Tony’s side.
The fat man fell in a bloody heap
the same way his ole man died.

The kid ran to the elevator
on his face was a satisfied smile
his body and mind were tingling.
He’d be a hero on the streets awhile.

Then “L” took him back to the hood
and maybe a hit of crack.
It’s the reward for stickin’ somebody.
Don’t matter if you’re white, brown or black.

He never knew his father.
His mother was burned out on coke.
Life and death add up to nothin’
just a street kid’s dirty joke.