Lane Avenue

Lane Ave.
By Samuel K. Byrd

I’m trying to make sense out of all the non-sense that surrounds me, but it’s getting harder to distinguish between what’s real and who’s fake see, cause every time you say you love me I sit and contemplate, is it just for the moment or are you my true soul mate and if I become ill or my funds get low would you stay by my side or be the first out the door, I need to know, can I count on you to be there until our kids are grown or will you fold like a ’98 savings and loans

You see when we first met I was doing bad you were doing worse, I had a nickel in my pocket you had a penny in your purse but there was this unnecessary attraction a mist the piss poor timing you had found your rock it had found a diamond. You clung to me for strength, I polished the spots that were rough. You held me down, I help build you up. Hair, nails and Baby Phat gear, Gucci watches, two carats in each ear. Matching whips mine hard your top was soft, call and make reservations when we wanted to get lost.

But now things have changed, some how got rearranged you and I no longer vibe the same should I just let you go and charge it to the game. You say it’s my fault cause I’m constantly on the grind but as price tags get bigger so must my commitment to the streets so quality time becomes harder to find. But the lights are on, rent paid, cars got gas. Remember when we use to catch the bus and sleep on your friend’s couch thinking to ourselves how long will this last

Sure I could do the 9 to 5 and try the Cliff Huxtable thing but we are both addicted to the streets and the money it brings, hell just the other day you said that you wanted a platinum dolphin ring. But one time rushed the trap and confiscated the blow so for the next couple of weeks my money moves slow, aw no, I was dealt another blow my source got popped so up the road he had to go but one monkey don’t stop no show, and I need to re-up before it affects my dough

Not to worry everything caught up, we just can’t spend on frivolous stuff, say what, Lil Wayne’s doing a show and I need hair done and new fit cause I planned to go, then you totally flipped when I told you no, so sense my dough didn’t flow neither did the sex and the head, I’d fall asleep on the sofa you slept alone in the bed and to suggest getting a job, I might as well called you a bitch the way you would turn an evil shade of red.

Now enter drug and alcohol abuse, arguing and fighting with no excuse, accusations of infidelity, friends wondering what’s the use. Haters step in and assume their place talking behind your back and smile in your face. “I mean I was just looking out for you” becomes how they plead their case. Situation bound to explode not knowing who to trust arguments get more intense, things get a little rough words manifests into actions, the police is called and you can guess their reaction, one of us has to lave the other looks on with a sense of satisfaction.

So I see where this is headed you’re only out for self making claims that you can do better by yourself. So that’s where I’ll leave you all by yourself but you’ll just leach off someone else. Now it’s time for a change of venue and do something that I don’t want to do and that is to leave you right where I found you stranded on Lane Ave.