Urban Outlaw

Urban Outlaw
By Anthony P Mauro copyright © 2015

City blocks and corners, he likes the brick and mortar
And sun that hangs above a skyline
hides himself in places while searching out the faces
he knows the types that roll with his kind

Left his cash in Vegas, takes refuge in bodegas
in Memphis where the coffee is fine
calls himself a gamer, but here’s a small disclaimer
the urban outlaw robs himself blind

Jet streams hold his daydreams, if only he could live stream
ideas that come in through his main line
deals without detection a life with no direction
His eyes can’t see what’s clearly defined

Left his cash in Vegas, takes refuge in bodegas
in Memphis where the coffee is fine
calls himself a gamer, but here’s a small disclaimer
the urban outlaw robs himself blind

Oh, yeah, he’s living his American dream
So sad, an outlaw in the high city scene


Left his cash in Vegas, takes refuge in bodegas
in Memphis where the coffee is fine
calls himself a gamer, but here’s a small disclaimer
the urban outlaw robs himself blind

Left his cash in Vegas, takes refuge in bodegas
in Memphis where the coffee is fine
calls himself a gamer, but here’s a small disclaimer
the urban outlaw robs himself blind