I was dressed in my best, in a shirt and a tie
matched my pants with my tie; ’twas purple on black
I had an interview, ’twas the first in a while
Needed all the favor, my starched shirt was white
I didn’t want a bus, so I hopped on a bike
A car came along, splashed mud on my slacks
I rushed to his side, gave him a punch in the eye
Said if I had a gun I’d put a slug in his thigh
No 4th amendment here or he’d be gone 4 a while
Here comes a cop on a bike, with cuffs in his hands
Aiming for my wrist but dude ain’t pressing a charge
Cop was losing his calm, bruising my arm
Good thing I ran, made the venue on time
I’d cleaned myself up, and re-knotted my tie
breathing real hard like I’d be running a mile
The dude that I thrashed, is the one peeping my file!
The interview was over and I walked to the Park
My heart still beating heavy, cursed the luck that I had
Quite a lot on my mind, ‘cos I talked to the man
I said that I was sorry for the puff in his eye
Told him I’d been hunting for a job in a while
“If you really need a job, put a check on your bile!”
I was hurt by the statement but I said “thanks for your time”
Can’t afford another tantrum with a job on the hang
Two hundred and twenty bucks was all that I had
I held the two notes tightly like it’s stuck in my palm
I was sitting by the window right in front of a man
That had a body odor like he dropped from a barn
A beggar came along, his eyes were longing for alms
Gave him one of the notes; “shoo! Be gone from my sight!”
The beggar is gone, the conductor is here
That was when it dawned I gave the beggar my fare!
I went after the beggar ‘cos I was tossed from the bus
A passenger had offered to reimburse from his purse
I turned down the offer, something was wrong!
I’ve been duped by a beggar, so I sought for refund
The bus had left before I saw my fronting was dumb
If the horse is dead, why waste your strength, flogging the horse?
But costly or not, this is a horse I must flog
I caught him by a corner screaming on top of his lungs
He was arguing with his guide, wao! I thought he was dumb?!
How does it feel for this dude to be caught in his fraud?
This would be jungle justice, there’s no need calling the Cops
It’s time to vent my anger, I’ll be drawing some blood
I dragged him to the open and I tossed him a punch
It caught him in the stomach and he stumbled and slumped
I looked right behind me, was alarmed when I saw
I had an unconscious beggar right in front of a mob!