Look at me.
Here I am,
walkin proud and talkin loud.
Gonna pick up my lady And paint the town red.
Wait till you see her.
You gonna remember what I said.
She got dem big ole hips and some juicy thighs.
Maaaaan, she fine enough to make a grown man cry.
She like to wear dem tight skirts,
to show off that figure too.
And when she start walkin,
all the brothers be talkin.
With my lady by my side,
I'm ten feet tall and struttin high.
I'm gonna take her right down to Max's lounge down on Lenox 135th.
On the way..., I think I'll pick up a fifth.
Get my mind right, if ya know what I mean.
As for her, she not too keen,
when it comes to drink, that is.
The only way she'll drink is if it has a little fizz.
She kinda high class.
Don't really go for a lot of my nonsense.
So I plays it cool sorta straddle the fence.
But you know what,
She's all about me and I ain't lyin.
If a woman came between us,
Her fists would be flyin.
Ahh...., there's her house.
I'm on her block now.
I don't know how, but
even the air smells better, when I'm near.
But what I saw next was my biggest fear.
My lady, was leavin her house, lookin fine as wine,
all dressed up to the nines,
while a big old Cadillac stood out front.
He opened the door for her.
He looked like a punk.
She got in his car and I saw her smilin.
It took everything I had to keep from wildin.
They drove off and she never even looked back.
Ya know what..., she never really was all that.
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The Life and Times of Jackleg Johnson
PoetryLiving life can be hard sometimes. Jackleg Johnson has seen it all. In a series of poems, he tells a few of his stories and drops some Jackleg wisdom on us all.
