He knocked those boys down off their skinny
                                    feet.
                                    Their smelly guts ascended through the 
                                    air
                                    as colorful fireworks.  Mister Bad was a 
                                    muscular,
                                    and coal skinned Negro
                                    man.
                                    Now Mr. Bad was not bad on his
                                    own,
                                    But from a sad and uncaring
                                    Mama.
                                    Some say he was cool always
                                    protecting
                                    the pretty girls on our rough
                                    block, others
                                    Would say he was such an adoring
                                    fool
                                    Because he never thought about his own
                                    life.
                                    His ending, though, was he never failed
                                    in
                                    Burying these unthoughtful boys in 
                                    deep
                                    Muddy holes, bruised, entwined, cold and
                                    Naked.