Aunt Vie's Neighborhood

This is the Bronx, Walton Avenue, Aunt Vie Lived here once. A kind, and sweet, old lady Full of gospel; now in the sweet by and by. O praise the Lord, she was so long ready, No one heard her groaned. She only said Things have gotten real bad, real bad here In this city: one of them took drugs and bled Till his skin turned white and *****. Another was arrested for flashing people Coming off the train. And still one more Stood naked on a pointed church steeple While the crowd for his ascension implored. O he came down limp and feeble, stuck To cement's muck where he fell. Aunt Vie said Son, I'll be so happy when I am dead. Luck And grace have left my people wrath instead. This is Walton Avenue, careful how you tread.