went to south central
dogs and cats running wild tijuana style
hair weaves in halloween colors on baby mamas
the treble of tejano and the bass of rap
on a dead end street are these towers
built over 33 years soley by one man
who started at the age of 42 and finished at 75.
He used no ladders or scaffolding,
no bolts, rivets, drills or welding torches
he declared,
"I wanted to make something big and I did"
then he left town and never returned.
the watts riots broke out a few blocks away
the same week he died
They stand like a tall ship
sailing through some mighty troubled waters
Got a one-on-one guided tour
by a man who sounded like
James Earl Jones...
in a word, DICTION
wait. in two words, FUCKING DICTION
and he painted the air with his hands while he talked.
an I love LA day.
