Rico, for One Day

Music mixes
instant fixes,
avoiding, play with knives;

on the "go"
certainly, in the know,
ducking calls from one's ex-wives.

While on the street
destiny you'll meet,
so, please stand "bold", your ground;

let's not pretend
all must defend,
our streets, and all around.

Without a ride
no one can hide,
the drama that's understood;

only one claim
the "hood" has it's name,
defend it as you should.

And come what may
one must obey,
the rules that set things right;

children will play
only during the day,
protecting Home, can take all night.

What would you do
without a clue,
no option of getting to hide;

time to admit
if you have the "grit",
just "do", and never say, "I tried!"

We have our days
no time for praise,
considering our "plight";

times do depend
on a trusted friend,
as you endure each lonely night.

The "hood" makes a pack
keeping all on track,
with a code quite like no other;

don't act a fool
and keep things "cool",
you owe that to your Mother.

Time winds down
in this desperate town,
with rules all must obey;

as daylight sings
what sunrise brings,
never thought I'd feel this way.

I would never offend
a trusting friend,
but, I'd treat this lady, right;

life's not on lease
so I'll just say my peace,
really loud ! With all my might !

If I ever see
things change for me,
I'd gladly submit my "bid";

to hold the hand
of one lady, "grand",
my feelings would be not, "hid".

This beauty, rare
for whom I now care,
knows not, that I feel this way;

in a perfect world
and with life unfurled,
let me be Rico, for just one day.