Pants Cant Dance Poem by Saint Eule

Fearless youth, gang on the hoof.
No father for the son, generation on the run.

War in the street, cop on the beat.
Rats on the walk, new kind of talk.

Variation in dress, pants cant dance.
Life is a mess, I must confess.

Nerves that can kill, dropp another pill.
They gave em a gun, like Icarus heading for the sun.

Soon going to fall into the sea, but thats just me.
Gonna be in jail, where did I fail?

Did my father fail me, no place to be.
Nothing but time to pee, in a place you dont wanna be.

Trippin on a high, if you think your havin fun.
Icarus got close to the sun, now he is done.

Gang war, world war- seven times seven.
Get a real father, our Father who art in heaven.

Spendin every minute - praying for a cell, that you aint in it.
Keep your cool, stay in school.

Dont fall for that plan, be your own man.
Want a kid already, are you ready?

Start it over again, why do you bother.
Bring another you in the world without a father.

Family takes a plan, say no to the gun.
Some day you will be the father that hugs his son.

But lets end it, close this place, this damn jail.
These guards will go home, and I will write another tale.

Want another chance, look in the mirror- those pants cant dance.