Walking HERE

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 This morning I woke with pretzel in hand tripped on pigeon spilled coffee all over some guy.

He goes "Watch it" I'm like "Nah, you first!"

Shoelace undone tie stained with mustard plus a cab threw shade giving it my evil eye.
Hood smacked no fear he yelled “HEY—I’M WALKIN’ HERE!" Don't you see strut?
Lay off I see ya comin' you driving fool.
No brakes no rules just sidewalk king livin' my best life.

A tourist nearly clocked me takin' selfies; plus, a hot dog guy squirted mustard right in my eye.
Picture a mime stuck in a box then someone gives him a high five; surprisingly dude seems alive.

Stroller barreled through nearly taking my shins lady didn't seem to care.
With some style and a yell I moonwalked by shouting again "YO—I'M WALKIN' HERE!" My strut? Total block boss, a pigeon on caffeine posting TikToks.
Need crosswalk here? Nah I just vanish into traffic yelling “Still walking here!” See you creeping in your BMW: this ain't Need for Speed it's Feet for Street yo.
Two legs got unlimited rage; you got brakes?
Look I'm taking a shot here.

From curbside, saw it all: guy in robe, raccoon even had shoe.
Scooters, joggers, saxophone men—and there's that Naked Cowboy again, wouldn't you know it.

City’s wild but my path’s crystal clear,
One step at a time, with a side of beer.
Jaywalking's against books but hey my heart's in proper place so just once "I'm walkin' here!" Jaywalk, proud loud yells past clouds buses.
Uptown fancy, downtown shade a street legend's born I'm walkin' here.

"Hey grandma move it or what you wanna cross?" "No fair your turn!" I’M WALKIN’ HEEERE!!!”