One of those things...

It was a cold dark night
Just after a heavy down pour
Walking home after a busy day
Lord knows i was so knacked

Phone rings
Picked up, smiled
Hi dad, wassup i said
Lost in my world as passed by this drunken soul
I wasn't looking, i was just talking.

Then i heard words i can't make out
Thot it was a brotha blasting in tongues
It got louder and i looked back
Zipping up his pants and looking straight at me

Saw his mouth move, then the words follow
He's drunk but i bet he meant every word he said
Go home, you don't belong here $*...t or something like that.
Most of what he said i didn't hear
Maybe i heard but choose to ignore them.

Dad asked, what's going on?
I replied, just passing by a pub.
If it had been in another location...
In another part of the world.
If it had been in a place i call home

The story'll definately be different

He was a company for a while
Then he turned back
To finish his drink i guessed
And i'm left alone again
To continue my conversation in peace.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Some racist words huh.
Sometimes it gets to you but look on the bright side ...you have a focus in life, he doesn't

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