From Strut to Stroll

From Strut to Stroll Billy boy will employ His skills for the joy of filling voids That’ll spill when noise becomes a bigger voice But feeling coy they only get a little moist Different choice for the kids with gifts or toys That limit what they get to cigs and coins Indifferent most will only get annoyed But this is what’ll hoist his chin and loins In the city he enjoys a sit for more Than a minute so he could take in it all He resents the way the busy people walk And the quickened way they need to speak or talk Somebody better pass a piece of chalk So like De La Vega and Chico are He’ll breed art as a means to reach the stars And then their feet will creep so my thoughts Why can’t we all just slow down? And stop, to look around our towns? ’cause there’s so much to see and hear and feel as you explore Who could wish for anything more? And art from the body or the hands or the mouth Should be appreciated by all the passerbyers in the crowd So when you step it is best you switch your strut to a stroll And he promises you that so much will unfold And so much more and so much more and so much will unfold And so much more and so much will unfold It’s to each their own among the street performers Some speak t’ inform while others beat their congas Some’s sneak are worn because their feet have torn them To the beats adored, to think that people ‘gnore them Some preach to warn that there are evils dawning Some scream at podiums while police are swarming Emcees will always give cds of poems Seeming free to own but try to leave you’ll owe ‘em Some shriek their horns or play their keys for tourists Strings are strummed others sing a chorus Thieves are thwarting with deceiving ‘dornments Tryna steal endorsements, off their schemes they’ll flourish I believe in all this and can feel it calling ’cause the streets are crawling ‘ the uniquest artists When I meet them aww it’s such a deep enthrallment Then my bleeding heart is thus released from torment And I’m proud …there’s more Why can’t we all just slow down? To stop and look around our towns, there’s so much to explore while we all are around He thinks you should change your strut to a stroll Stroll I fall the hardest for the starving artists Whose callings are their honored alma maters Whether smart with knowledge ’cause they’ve gone to college Or just are and always some have more than graduates Some carve their sculptures in the park ’til darkness Some dart across a course with boards as partners Others charge some dollars for organic products At kiosks by gardens or at farmer’s market Some offer off the books and sharper garments With often off the cuff and snarky comments You’ll walk along like what an awesome bargain But they’ll fall apart as soon as you rock or sport ‘em I depart afar in awe of rawer talents But am grounded as part of a larger balance So I soar on floor and sprawl above the planets Understand I’m in touch with the ones who grant it So I cup my hands under a running dam And become a man whose drunken by love in manners That circumferences what I am upping standards Never rushing I can’t I’ll just comf’ly saunter I underhandedly give the upper hand to The ones who plan a living off something simpler For once don’t strut it’s the only answer Just stroll and you’ll find that your world is grander Why can’t we all slow down And look around our town ’cause there is so much to explore x3 Who could wish for anything more And so much more and so much more and so much will unfold And so much more and so much will unfold x3