West Side Chronicles: A Poetry Collection

Ain't Nothin' Wrong

Day after day, they sit there

Under the big, ol' golden ball hangin' in the sky

Faces so nonchalant - I stare like I'm stupid

No worries about the important things in life

What's love, wisdom, family?

Really, them things don't even seem to matter

What's wrong there?

As I watch them, it ain't hard to tell

That the green produce hanging from their finger tips

Is what drives them - it's gaseous energy

And the spirits fillin' the bottles at their feet

Seem to rise up - higher, and higher still

Like I fool, I crane my head up, filled with envy

Somethin' wrong there?

I'm wishin' life was that easy for me

I wish my neck was weighed down by the yellow treasure, too

Wish that people would look at me and see them dollar signs

That I could rock the Armani and Vuitton

And them CK shades, and thousand-dollar jeans

While I'm over here tryin' to be safe, them boys are livin' it up good

It's all wrong there.

How can life be so unfair?

Men like me try to take care of their families - the right way

I try to be good - gotta set an example for my kids

But every time I see their shoes loosin'

I think about my other options -

My other offers - and it's hard

Is it really wrong?

Every day I pass them, my eyes straight ahead

Ignorin' their calls and their temptin' offers

Tomorrow - tomorrow, I just might stop

Just to hear if their props make sense

And I might consider it - ain't nothin' wrong

Brother, ain't nothin' wrong with listenin'

I can't see nothin' wrong.

See, it's a Robin Hood thing

Takin' from the rich to give to poor guys like me

Who deserve way better than fate's shooting right now

Don't nobody have to know how we do what we do

I feel like it's gonna be worth it, you know, tryin' to keep the cops back

If it'll keep food on the table and the roof where it is.

I'm tellin' you, ain't nothin' wrong, brother.

Ain't nothin' wrong.