Mad mamba slides aside us smiling lookin' for our laughs
Winding down old garden dead varieties of paths
Many over lookin' him in patent leather boots
Calvin Klein tuxedo, vintage spats, and trains of stolen loot
But our gang comes together through the trench of warfare ugly
The boweries a lever mamba pulls on people smuggly
We occupy for now, deliberate our liberation
Always look away from him unto a day of visitation
O, our gang sticks together up against this mamba law
Sailing gracefully, no boat, assail his algebra
Navigate our alleys seeking venues for stick ball
Together under crumbling bridges not far off the 16th Mall
While S550 mamba speeds approaching falling stars
Races through the night all day, don't tell him where we are -
hid out in a city cave to dwell the way of our salvation
Occupy our gang we say deliberating liberation
God move forward let us in your day of visitation..
©2011 Gary Ottoson
