They say you shouldn’t walk at night on Broadway
They say there’s always pot smoke in the air
When you’re walking down that street
And a recent parolee you meet
Kicks you repeatedly in the derriere
They say that I’m too pale to walk on Broadway
I need to check my privilege, they all say
But they’re dead wrong, I know they are
‘Cause I carry this here Sig Sauer
And my high cap mag won’t quit til I’m clear
of Broadway
Love it.
Sublime rhyme time!