see I’m a felon…,the stick figure spoke into his Obama phone…,and she knows that…knows can’t be ‘ round no drugs…,loud whispers…

thinkin’ ‘m bein’ set-up…somebody wants my ass again…,swinging a left leg over his right…,why do people persecute me…know I’m weak…all fucked-up…

watch your language…,the black lady bus driver said…,sir…sir…

‘m sorry….real sorry…,took out a wad of gum…placed it on the bottom of his Chuck Taylor’s…,tellin’ ya’ can’t take this no more…all this runnin’ ’round in the dark…what’re we doin’…fuck that…

sir…sir…

I gots to go…gots ta’…

sir you get off this bus now…

yes ma’am…i won’t let happen again…

damn right…

sorry…

betta’ be…

well I am…

just sit down…

next stop South Calhoun….