Kicks

Shoes are cool, and I have a few pairs

However,

They aren't just bought from anywhere.

I cop some, maybe DS, or like new,

Drop a hunnid fifty

For a young man's fancy shoes

When they come,

I'll lace 'em up real good

And stunt on all my friends

Grateful for the cash through which I could

Buy the shoe equivalent of a Benz.

I'll wear them to school and look down carefully,

Keeping them clean,

And hoping prayerfully

That no one steps on them

On my Nike Airs fully

Pristine, a collector's gems

But wait!

That kid just did!

Looking around, and I see he's hid!

I look down and on his feet

He's got a pair of kicks that are heavily beat!

"What size are you?"

I ask to him

"Size 11, in grown men's shoes,"

He says, and on a whim

I reach down and untie my J's

"For me?" he says,

And I smile, "Yeah, dog.

I've got plenty myself, and kindness pays.

You'll look like you're living high on the hog."

"No way, man," he says

and asks for my name.

"Don't trip," I reply,

"I don't want the fame"

I lace up my shoes that I brought for practice

And he walks away, looking happy and impacted

By my good deed I've done.

It's good to look good, and

Flexing is fun

But nothing's better than helping another, in a way that I could.