Back To San Francisco

The Long Run Rap

Hey Frisco,

How I missed yo.

Five past five runnin' down the Embarcadero,

Happy hours like whoa.

Past Fishermen's Wharf to Marina fields,

Where sun and sixties yields-

Running girls in spandex and high knee socks,

Always enough to get off my rocks.

Up the hill to Golden Gate,
Where so many have met their fate.

Climbing Spanish ruins- so mythic,

Admiring the great Pacific,

Far above a secret beach of the nudes,
With way to many dudes.

Scramble across a bbq pit at Baker Beach,

Finally knowin' the beggars are outta reach.

Around the expensive mansions of Sea Cliff,

The view of Land's End is certainly a lift.

I spy Golden Gate Park and the windmill.

The mighty buffalo are so still.

Sunsets at the Panhandle of Haight,

Their green shits first rate,

But it's gettin' late.

The hill of Alamo Square is loathsome,

The darkening streets of Civic Center are lonesome.

Cutting through the Tenderloin,

Everybodys tryin' to make some coin,

The boys be slangin'.

The girls be bangin',
The po-po be diligent,
But I still be vigilant.

All is quiet in City Hall,

But not at Market Street mall.

So many damn tourists,

Wishing I was back in Presidio forests.

The Financial District is solace,

No longer need that mace.

I aint' be sour,

I can see the Ferry Building Tower!

Eighteen miles and this runs done.