T: FROM SMALL TIME TO BIG TIME

FROM SMALL TIME TO BIG TIME

A neon sign swayed in the stiff breeze,
The pollen count was high today I started to sneeze.
The street was busy people in a hurry,
Still I lived on the street I didn't need to worry.
One thing I've learned is money will come my way,
My way might not be kosher but I earn decent pay.
Slipping a slide down the window of a car,
A satisfied click the door is ajar.
Radio easy to remove just cut a few wires,
Bricks underneath and its off with the tires.
All done while people walk around oblivious to my deed,
Selling these goods will bring in a decent feed.
I ware designer trainers and rap-around shades,
I don't leave any evidence after each raid.
One last week I walked into a shop,
With Nimble fingers I stole a few tops.
As I walked into an alley trash littered the ground,
Three men were following I spun hard around.
This was not good one had a knife, the other some glass,
There was no escape they weren't letting me past.
I was a thief not a fighter my bowls emptied down my legs,
Now it was my tern to plead and beg.
I was shoved into the wall legs lost their will to stand,
"Take what I have" I screamed with an outstretched hand.
"We will but after we have had some fun"
I wasn't laughing and I couldn't run.
Roughly kicked and hauled to my feet,
A wicked glint my face was as white as a sheet,
Slash and cut the pain was like nothing before,
Then the glass and a kick and I were back on the floor.
Pockets riffled everything I owned was gone,
I was a bloody mess to even look upon.
I recovered from this ordeal I just live with the scars,
I still do jobs and steal the odd car.
But now I'm armed my raids cost lives,
Failing guns I kill with the glint of a knife.
A gang is formed the West End is my rule,
No one again will take me for a weak old fool.