Thin Red Line Testo

The red line is the thin spot
I roll down the back of a city overgrown and overtaxed
The wack stands of the rich pick a thin
pockets bare and scatter, the skeletons of cultures with no rent control
Pattering feet of prostitutes and penny brown
children trades glass glades sweet for someone to pay or to listen
I glisten like the question in the shorty's eyes
sleeping in the train-car at the Lawrence stop when I get in
Making pillows out of bare arms while I'm posturing poems
but I can't name these eyes or the idea of less than home
Home be unfinished it that fate hasn't sown
in the skirt of an evening over mornings waste blown
I see the moon I see the go going by on stilts
as mouths wilt and turn blinded to girls' eyes
Fate's hands have holes, we hold hope by the collar
color red the closed eyes shut tight on the dollar
Wills rock-heads to sleep, my eyes peal all the way
to memorize a sleeping girl's face and bring it to PK

Oh, shit I'm late I got a bus to make to take the 35th and State
Get on the Dan Ryan red line and head downtown
With head down experience life in surround sound
Rhythematic speech occurs when the crowd's around
Besides I'm still waiting on the train, plus I'm late already
and how the fuck am I gonna get downtown and back to WHPK
Man its already 8:40, too much thinkin
I gotta keep this freestyle steady, now freestyles over things
like this point to the fact that I'm sober
I need weed, yo fuck the mission to the record store
to put CD's on consignment just for fickle