Black Poetry : Cab Drivers in ST Thomas

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Cab Drivers in ST Thomas

There’s a wall that prevail like lawyer must see all the details
Lot of scum and sorrow can come tomorrow many unmarked trails
Just the other day heard a brother say things about the Virgin Islands
It left his blood surging and wilding being from America urging a styling
Character worrying about his safety, the jazz is true as you do an explicit
Visit to the Virgin Islands driving habits are that of a a surviving rabbit can’t miss it
A painted promise in St Thomas to retain the customs from the Danish rule
Even made the Spanish drool, it’s a deft ride on the left side of the road not cool
See a a load of fools running the same pace get a lame taste of anything goes
And this bring woes as shiver cling to your toes nothing on the road but foes
Drivers are extremely aggressive steamy and impressive very vocal locals
Cab drivers own the road no known code of conduct they heedless most
Of the time, at each other yell curse words the worse heard plus boast
Had a chance to feast with a France priest but postponed my throne as host
they plot like gladiators battle each other with hot radiators toast
The motors some are a host of Toyotas steep hills make a unique kill on
The engines, cab drivers are dismal and bold in physical control nad a strong
Hols on the streets with honks and screams, their night creed is to try travel
Light speed, sometimes your course of thought force you to walk on gravel
Instead of a thrill ride fright kills pride they never slow down and go around
Curves fast your nerves can’t last stress and frustration before reaching your
Destination freak can’t breathe be weak in the knees you sees stars galore
 

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