As he walked down the street
with his pride in his hands
with little distress
for no other man
He knows what he wants
and wants what sees
clinching his fist
until the fear is set free
He takes him down
with a slight of a hand
he'll never play bitch
for no other man
walks to the sunset
his feet to the ground
laughing inside
but shows only a frown
the police caught up
bout a quarter to six
he loosened his hands
sweat drips from the tips
took the knife from his side
threw it fast as a rock
he buckled his knees
he knew he'd been caught