Small words
Sharp cut
Street born
Steel gut
Slang slips quick
Like a flick of a switch
A spark in the dark
Where the real ones talk
It bends the air
Breaks it bare
Turns plain speech
To a flare
Coded heat
Low beat
Heartbeat on concrete
Slang is a blade
Made from what we survive
A live wire vibe
That tribes our tongue
Young
Unsung
A drum rung
From the lungs of the block
It’s the knock
On the locked door
The lore of the overlooked
The hook in the book
That never got wrote
Slang is the note
We pass hand to hand
A brand of truth
Too wild for the rules
A jewel in the grime
A rhyme out of time
A sign that the line
Between us
Is ours to define