Slang

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