Memphis

This place of imagination
Only the blind man can see
The music in my heart
He shows me the river
That flows from the legs
Of B.B. King and Elvis Presley
He shows me the crime
That only a fearless Gangbanging
Broken hearted person feeling lonely
That lovely man I see sitting on
The pole saying “1 dollar” that I don’t
have. That positive lost because
She doesn’t know how she will feed her children.
The schools are out of hand children dying
every day from that one bullet.
The drug dealers and the crack heads
all as one. They live in abandon
home’s worrying about that next dollar.
Walk the streets alone never, rapist and child molesters
leaking on the corner. True it’s dangerous, separated,
cold-blooded, and dirty. But it stands on a land
of pride, and soul, when you come you,
will never want to leave.