We were cool…
Back in the day—
I mean we even wore shades
At night in smoky bars
where hammers wore skin-
tight, short mini-skirts
that went to their thighs
And to our imagination.
We were cool—
Back in the day—
Smokin’ weed
through cherry and strawberry flavored
cigarette papers
carburators
and bongs
Snortin’ coke
through Benjamins
and leaning in
El Dogs and Lincolns
while the long-legged
street walkers
stopped cars
like urban sirens…
Ulysses Johnson
was a pimp on Euclid
Avenue back in the day
when the players and hustlers
came out to play.
Colt 45
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