Poem

It's a hot barrio night
The smell of Budweiser, Cors and Olympia
Flowing through the air
The sun setting, picking through the smile
It's beautiful holmes
My old lady is in the back
Cooking frijoles, and tortillas
And leftover menudo from this morning
She is cool holmes
My stupid neighbour's perro
Took a cacas all over my front yard ese!!
Stupid perro, there's no big thing
I'm just kicking back with my home boys
My coronelis da manic Hispanic holmes
Doin' a number ese, rolling some mota
All of a sudden
A 1963 lord lime green metal (flex?) Chevy Biscayne
Start's driving down my stream
I don't know what to think, I have never seen that ride before
It's scary holmes!!
All of a sudden this four vatos in the car
Drive right up to my front yard holmes
I start trippin' now holmes
What's going on Ralphie, Hoakie, Chino?
It's scary no? Que no, ese!!
I'm thinkin' man
Why does this have to happen now?
I'm gettin' off the parole and everything holmes
My uncle Bamby got me the job, and everything, you know?
All of a sudden this four vatos in the car, you know?
They look right at me and my three compadres
And smile!! Trip out on that holmes!
I've heard about this things before
It's a drive-by smile!!
So me and my compas retaliate right away
Because we're not chickens
And we smile back!!
I do believe that some day
There was eight happy vatos in the barrio
Just for a minute!
And I think to myself, orale holmes
It makes me want to cry
But I won't cry
Because I'm brown and down
But it makes you think
Isn't it all bizarre?
Vaya con Dios! for now!