The Villain

 

I am the villain, and I am chillin’.

In the ville man, winter hill, we ride.

Up and down patchy streets,

screeching buses and angry intersections.

New glut chokes our loving decay,

The holes in the wall stand patched,

Windows down, motley pumping,

We scare the barnies and spit at their feet.

 

Ride on villain ride on 

Through red light races and road rage cases,

The one lane works zones and bespoke ozone.

Past the streetlight that aint bright

And the stop light that won’t light.

On the green line that takes time,

Think back, and don’t whine.

Just Keep up, and roll by,

lookout, and stay high.