Guns of August

Mean Streets

By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 06, 2018

Guns of August

Dancing in the streets
Martha and Vandellas
Hydrants popped
Sure be a heat wave
Sultry slick sweet
What do that mean
Soaring temp
Ramped on up
Down by Chicago
Another deadly weekend
Bodies stacked high
Kids waving the heat
Pounding the beat
Only cool breeze
Stiffs on ice
Tagged on a slab
Endless summer funerals
Cop cars slide on by
Out my way bro
Such a hot day
Another scorcher
Taking a shower
Tower of power
Taxed to the max
Cotton is high
Like Super Fly
Badass Sportin’ Life
Livin’ ain’t easy
Cept in burbs
Them quality folk
Sippin’ daddy cool
Fetch me another
Sweet sugar mother
Choke on the joke
Makin’ yo hay
Waitin’ on a day
Shine on harvest moon
Coke on a spoon
Down in the hood
Guns don’t kill
Sure as shit folks do
You be cool dude
Stay off mean streets
Slide inside baby
Gottah beat them heats
Mississippi goddam
Lord have mercy
Y’all say amen
Pray for the fallen
Town without pity
Death in the city
Brought low by blow
Move on slow
Win place or show
Way too many
Angels in America