What to eat for dinner? Joe from the Caribbean serving jerk chicken or Jesus from the Mexican joint next door? Then there is always the corner, where I saw two Italians the other day. We always have Caeser roastin’ his olives in nothing but his cape. But then again, we have the whore in the gutter serving up dirty thoughts. I can’t decide if I’m in heaven or hell.
Glad I’m street smart now! Word on the street is this: if you give Caesar some money, he’ll rub the Italians the wrong way. Which will start a brawl in the middle of the road. Then Joe jerk’s his chicken n the whore has plenty of jokes for the night! Which, by the way always leads back to Jesus. Mexican it is.