Some Nice Old Man

Walk of shame Parades past my house everyday Ebony girl Laptop pinned under her arm Walking with purpose White halter, black shorts And flip flops Pass her on my way to store She's a lot further on my way back Going to get what I forgot She's made tracks Girl can walk Eyes locked to the ground Where's the fire She's scared I turn around Stop across the road from her Roll down my window "Can I give you a ride?" She gets in. I listen 21, and well, 21 First night in jail I get her big cold bottle of water Along with what I forgot Take her home She calls friend to come get her "I don't know... some nice old man" she says An hour later car stops out front She turns smiles pretty pearls and waves goodbye Some nice old man Smiles back, tips his hat Asks himself why As he walks inside Not Karma (Though he could use some) Nor Jesus points (He doesn't believe) Just do what you should Feels good