subway rap

his dreadlocks ripping around his midnight face,

his eyes tight shut, he is vocal,

on the 11.30 night train,

talkin big, talkin loud,

talkin about how he is gonna leave this town.

nobody is gonna hold him back,

nobody is gonna stop him,

he’s gonna step up now,

and blow it out,

and when they step up, he’s gonna bust them,

open wide, one time, one time only,

there won’t be no reason to hit that shit again,

now he is up, standing tall,

prowling the train, eyes still tight shut,

talkin, talkin, talkin,

to whoever wants to hear,

to whoever is gonna listen,

there is no stopping this train,

this mighty mighty speeding bullet,

his mouth is a flurry of words,

that speak the words he repeats,

on his headphones.

~ by aadhilaziz on October 24, 2008.