Borrego B.S.

Casitas picanos, our destination home,
Away from city lights to roam.

I left LBC, Northtown hood, to find a place
of peace, and good.

Borrego Springs, remote and fun,
A tragic sight there in the sun!

The shoes hung limp for all to see
A territory marked, and not coyot' pee!

The gang had struck, the shoes rot claim,
The space about to be marked and maimed.

Crips, NO...Bloods...Could it be??
Those saddle shoes had cleats, O-M-Geee!!!

The junta struck, Borrego style..
Hung their mark, rose my bile!

Gray muggings vex, Golf cart drive-bys?
Nine iron thugs, OH MY, MY, MY!!!

Wedge weilding assassins mess my mind,
How could this be, is it a sign?

Of times to come and desert tears,
Where I go, there too go my fears!

Give me back that good old day,
When I could run from the ghetto fray.

North or South, East or West,
There YOU go and there's no rest!

So here I'll go, three wood at my side,
I'll fight my way back...No! I won't hide.

Borrego Days aren't you gone for now,
I've lost perspective here somehow.

My heart is clearing, my mind coming to rest.
Shoes won't take away my Borrego's Best!

Pic's attached, as you can see...
The shoes are there for all, the key...

To territory bush and sand,
I'll take it back in my own hand.

They don't scare me, they never did.
An aging gangster's still just a kid,

Mis-guided, grim humans, act in pain.
Their game's just not par, hood or lane!

I take back my place of glare and grace,
Loafers won't make me move or pace.

My breath is calm, the mayhem past.
They're only shoes, the die's not cast.

Borrego Springs is back I feel.
MY HOOD, no matter where, is REAL!

So, take this with ya', and step up to Carlee's Bar,,,
No matter where ya' go..There ya' ARE!!!