Inside Out - clipping.

Voilà!

Pullin' rabbit food out a parka

Carrots catch the light right, up the block from the farmer

He got that lettuce, that cabbage, that broccoli

Tryin' to catch a fire

Locks like Marley

That Chevy frame rattling like a Caribbean roof-top in the rain,

and the window panes wiggle following suit

And the black suits sell bean pies, and the cream suits shout soap box

And the lime-green suits send angels to the streets with botox (Shh)

Don’t talk

Cuz there’s rollers in the corner (whoop!)

Football on the blacktop

Little C rush the quarter

Five alligator, six alligator, seven alligator, car!

Game on, till the street lights came on

Crowd out by the Save-On

Paper bags 'round tall cans, talkin' that old manishness like

Damn, when I was 22 I woulda coulda used to be the shit!

By the high-waisted bikini model standee

Two eleven in penny candy

Storm comin'

Everybody inside

It’s a war comin'

Stack your bread, get high

Gotta pour somethin'

Out for the homies

Turn that beat up

Get loaded

It’s a murder on the outside, everybody inside

Murder on the outside, everybody inside

Murder on the outside, everybody inside

Inside out now, lock n' load, lets ride

Donald Duck, Sunny D, Tampico, Capri-Sun

Orange couch, plastic wrap, What’s Happening!

re-run

Oak frame hologram Jesus portrait

Brown shag carpet, broken screen door to the back porch

Pipes in the toilet gurgle every six minutes like clock-work

Grandfather’s clock not working

Great grandmama’s Crock Pot chocked full of stew meat

'Who, me?'

said a speech bubble on a dog on a Sunday morning comic

Clipped and stuck up to the fridge with big chip bag magnet

Big chips stacked in the armoire

Behind glass, where the dominoes and the Bicycle cards are

And the thick yellowing crystal tumblers

One sits on the table

With a single ice cube melting into a thimble full of Jack Daniels

The telephone receiver hangs

Swingin' by the cord

And the front door is swingin'

Wide open, accordingly

And that big block engine turnin' over in the Caprice

That’s peelin' out of the driveway, lettin' the tires screech

Storm comin'

Everybody inside

It’s a war comin'

Stack your bread, get high

Gotta pour somethin'

Out for the homies

Turn that beat up

Get loaded

It’s a murder on the outside, everybody inside

Murder on the outside, everybody inside

Murder on the outside, everybody inside

Inside out now, lock n' load, lets ride

Orange cones and yellow tape

Palm trees swayin', passers by all look the other way

Nobody speak to police this or any other day

They comb the streets, knock door to door asking for mother’s sake

Trying to catch another break

Body on the pavement 'bout 10 steps from the front porch

Photographer snappin' pics to go with the coroners report

Of the seven exit wounds, three in the skull four in the torso

Blood spread dry, red black red snapback even more so

Lays three paces to the south

The direction of the wind

New deputy pissed he picking up shell casings again

Finds one in the browning grass by the sagging four foot high chain link fence

Drops it in a bag marked 'Evidence'

Here come that Caprice again

Rolling too slow up the street men sit four deep in

They seats and slow up by the scene, bandanas hide they faces

But all they heads are shakin'

They nod in unison and hit the corner without brakin'

Storm comin'

Everybody inside

It’s a war comin'

Stack your bread, get high

Gotta pour somethin'

Out for the homies

Turn that beat up

Get loaded

It’s a murder on the outside, everybody inside

Murder on the outside, everybody inside

Murder on the outside, everybody inside

Inside out now, lock n' load, lets ride