Rolling

We shined like
Fucking diamonds
Falling like lost angels

Rolling

Lowriders
Pachuco styles
White Walls
Cruising for miles

Ray-Ban born tan
Cat eyeliner
In Levi jeans

Police raids
Razor fades
Bumper to bumper
Down Whitier Blvd.

This was the place
Action electricity
Gasoline smiles
Two lane speedways

Spic chic Lolita tits
The American dream
Taking us from behind
Watch your ass!
I carry a blade…

Pigs stashing rigs
Brown tar balloons
Were Never our gig
One by one
Ten by ten
Scores and more
Taken to the station
In paddy wagon Vice
stings

We shined like
Fucking diamonds
Falling like lost angels
Sentenced to face
Political profiling

I got your number
Don’t need No badge
You ain’t nothin without
Your tin shield, billy club
and S&W.38

We burned oil field at night
Long parades Chevy Impalas
High Beams on the cars
and us Chicanas

We were La Raza
Angelino youth
First generation
We had to Prove
Ourselves
That We Owned
These streets

RenΓ© πŸ₯€πŸ’‹

Published by πŸŒ™ Crescent Moons πŸŒ™

Poet, Author, Musician, Spiritual Alchemist, Magick

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