- May 11, 2004
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James Smith
By Monad.poetress
James Smith
Always the little man who played checkers on the block
Not knowing his heart was ticking like a wound alarm clock
Always used to smile and thump us on the head
Oh how I hate that James Smith is dead
I never knew he had any kids
I never saw them around
But truth be told....this just in
He had kids spread all round' town
James Smith drank Colt 45
James Smith smoked Kool lights
Who ever knew he'd be dead on a Tuesday night
He always made those mutts stop barking on my walk to school
James Smith was always nice to me
He always seemed real cool
Out of all those years I never knew that James Smith wasn't okay
I always saw him shoot the breeze and play checkers all day
Never saw him cry
Never saw him yell
Never even knew James Smth wasn't doing so well
Never knew his heart was messed up since he was born
Never knew he had someone to cry, never knew he had kids who would mourn
James Smith was our neighborhood good guy
The one who bought little girls a sucker if you start to cry
James Smith was not violent
I never saw him fight
Never seen him do anything but drink Colt all night
Even when he was drunk
James Smith didn't get loud
Never joined in with arguing or fighting in a crowd
James Smith the one who used to thump me on my head
James Smith of Stephen Street is dead
Monad.poetress
By Monad.poetress
James Smith
Always the little man who played checkers on the block
Not knowing his heart was ticking like a wound alarm clock
Always used to smile and thump us on the head
Oh how I hate that James Smith is dead
I never knew he had any kids
I never saw them around
But truth be told....this just in
He had kids spread all round' town
James Smith drank Colt 45
James Smith smoked Kool lights
Who ever knew he'd be dead on a Tuesday night
He always made those mutts stop barking on my walk to school
James Smith was always nice to me
He always seemed real cool
Out of all those years I never knew that James Smith wasn't okay
I always saw him shoot the breeze and play checkers all day
Never saw him cry
Never saw him yell
Never even knew James Smth wasn't doing so well
Never knew his heart was messed up since he was born
Never knew he had someone to cry, never knew he had kids who would mourn
James Smith was our neighborhood good guy
The one who bought little girls a sucker if you start to cry
James Smith was not violent
I never saw him fight
Never seen him do anything but drink Colt all night
Even when he was drunk
James Smith didn't get loud
Never joined in with arguing or fighting in a crowd
James Smith the one who used to thump me on my head
James Smith of Stephen Street is dead
Monad.poetress