1964 Chevy Unicorn

Dude Looked Like He Could've Been 

Anybody's Homie From

The Neighborhood

Who Started Off Drinking 

From A Bottle Of Wine

From The Time 

I Had Arrived

At Nine o'Clock

He Sat Most Of The Time In The Back

Of The Room

He Seemed To Be Saying A Lot

Cause He Was Using His Hands A Lot

 To Express Himself

Occasionally He Would Get Up

Off Of His Bar Stool 

And Walk Outside

To Hand Talk To

Strangers

About A Shitty Job

He's Been Working At

For The Past Four Years

I Continued To Spin Records

All The Way Up To Closing Time

And At That Time

He Wants To Come Up 

And Ask If He Could

Spit A Couple Bars

And I Guess

 He Thinks The Time Is Right

The Time Is Now For Everyone To Hear Him

Rap About Life 

As A Thug

Who Needs Love

But Look Yo

He Ain't No Hoe Bro

Get It Straight

He'll Fuck You Before

You Fuck Him

Type Shit

That We've All Heard

Before

So I Tell Him In A Polite Way

That 

This Was My Last Song Of The Night

Homie

His Big Ol Talking Hands Drop

As If They Had Nothing More To Say

And Even Though I First Saw Him

Drinking Vino 

Now
He Was Drinking A Brew

He Picks Up His Beer

& He Stumbles Away

I Later See Him In The Parking Lot

As I Jump In To My 

1964 Chevy Unicorn

To Go Home 

I Hear Him Slightly Slur Out

Thats A Nice Ride Bro

As I Flew Away