The Boot

The Boot

I gotta gangsta cure-all boot

That brings out my inner swagga

I pump it up like Air Jordans

Cause dat left side is a lagga

Doctor says most homies got two bones in their toe

Three’s rare; my big’s got four, and neither of us know

The cause of this phenomenon

That tiny, extra calcified jawn

He said it might have fractured off

One of the other three

Or like a clutch Coach handbag

It’s maybe an accessory

A month will tell the secret of this wheel, tootsie mystery

I’ll either have three bones again

Or four with no pain

Another option’s no result

And I’ll feel just the same

In any case this boot is blessed

With water straight from Lourdes

I also took my foot to Him

To cure me of my sores