If it’s not a trash hip, it’s a pack of nice hips
If it’s not a pot hole, then it’s a cutie so tall
Where barely a road is good, expect to eat dust
And where every cop is rude, expect to spend fast…
Only thing more than pot holes, are the cuties in the city
Only thing more than cops, is poverty & crime in KLA city
Oh my crazy city! Just saw a beggar with a phone!
But what a pity, many in my city have no home…
Today I saw a man, true his fingers were less
But from his smile I could tell, his dreams were no less
Yesterday I saw a child, true she was dime-less
But in her eyes I could tell, she was far from hopeless…
On every street I see a hustler, smart or shabby
In time you shall learn, they all come greedy
Every lane with a mama, Eastern Northern or Western
Well dressed & so blessed, they come either plenty or pretty…
No wonder many drive reckless, it’s where we drink in excess
The home of dust and the rolex, it’s where both come in excess
In the mother of traffic jam, should cars be mail, this is SPAM!
In jam sippin’ my soda on a boda, KLA feels like boda boda city…
But oh what a beauty! When at night I see my city
Light up & bloom under the moon, damn I love KLA city…
By
Th’ KlaFella™
Kidron Nabende Googo (facebook.com/TheKlaFella | theklafella.tumblr.com)
