Sweet and Sour Lexington
by Brandon Carr
“What up my brother?
Oye como va? Whats shakin my G?”
These are the things I hear walking down these Harlem streets.
Streets that smell like Newport cigarettes,
like neighborhood garbage cooking under the sun,
but sometimes its sweet like coconut iceys,
sweet and spicy like Puerto Rican pastelitos,
and so sweet like urban firecrackers.
Hello Harlem my pretty little hood
invaded, infested, by all these imposters
who leak rhymes all the time
like they’re wanna-be Jay Z’s.
But I know better, I do better, I flow better.
Just watch me.