If You Ain't A Low Rider You Ain't Shit

in memory of Brett Purvis

a split lip battling the Spics but they
kissed some car doors themselves
so that don't even count with the Crown
Royal or the reds or the broken hearts
from all the white bitches with the opalescent
eyeshadow who grew up in the San Fernando
Valley and gave the best head you ever got
when Thee Midnighters rocked Joe Yokum's
world but go figure ESSE GUY how'd you
get that lace to stay before you spray painted
your ride so pretty or how'd your momma
get that carnitas so tender fuck YOU ARE MY
BROTHER so cut the shit put your piece away
that was Inglewood motherfucker the change
came when Keith utilized the fuck-up with
his amp on Satisfaction just a cunt hair down
the road from Going Home when we were
strong on Sunset Blvd. with the 4-Track
blaring what we thought was freedom happy
and lost long before we became old men
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