i remember

coney island, how it was back then

as far back as i recall

where it was known as prostitute city

waitng in front of kennedy fried chicken

and on the corner in front of nathans

it was pitch black

all you hear is whistles and sounds of honking horns

where dudes pick them to conduct unwelcome sexual favors for $20

projects still smell like piss and i didn't even go inside

that was then 

this is now

coney island

is known for wonder wheel

landmark that has been there for ions

strolling on the boardwalk on a hot summer day in august

where freestyle and house originated enjoyment 

to dance with a partner without no form of disrespect

i'll get on the go cart rides, bumper to bumper cars

watch brooklyn cyclones play baseball

which by the way are playing better than the mets

and of course

how can anyone forget the cyclone

the oldest roller coaster in coney island

and i mean old

they still haven't fix that raggedy ass tracks

so old 

ancestors would've rewrote the ten commandments

none the less

coney island always hold a special place to my heart

it won't be broken like distrusted relationships

instead,

embraces nothing but fond memories

that tells truthful histories