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R38 Poem

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This is for those that haven't seen it yet on Straphangers. The R38s are my second favorite for their rocky but non troubling experiences:

 

Forty-four long and weary years

The times rumbling West End to Coney Island

To the times rocking the Fulton, indeed the true “Funland”

Now gone before my own very tears

 

Reliable above all, for failure was never the definition

Pioneering the very aspect in 1967, rendering NYC so all cools

Those that hated in ignorance, such glamorous fools

Old Reliable, gleaming my past in that distinct mission

 

The Grafitti era hovered all as a thundering cloud in light of day

Filth and disgust shroud your gleaming presence

Banishes all the beauty of your smooth essence

Yet, it moved in a decade like Hell’s portal sealing in decay

 

Still then, never was the same

Problems, they were rare

Left in erosion, a painful stare

Replaced by a new generation of scraps, never your fame

 

To join the fishes down the sea, a wasted excruciating pain

Your comfort and yellow walls, surpasses other interiors

Your exclusive logo of wisdom renders the rest inferior

The day that you’re reefed, is the day of my slain

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Let me finish that poem with a funky rhyme! It's a little old-skool.

 

 

Shining brightly through the sky, ducking low underground.

Speeding down the express track, you can hear that sound.

This is the (A) train, next stop is the get down Sugar Hill.

Let break off a brand new dance, you know got time to kill.

With the ribbed side gleaming and breaks screaming,

Got the train buff going nuts and and they're feeding.

It's the St. Louis mastermind but I'm not talkin' bout Nelly.

I'm talking that (C) Train speeding faster then a Chevy.

Meet me uptown cuz we ain't riding no four fours,

We ride dirt eights, we got the rollsigns and more.

It's (N)-Train rhyming bout the (C) Train so let's ride.

I'm hopping on the R Thirty-Eight Fourty-One Thirty-Five!

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Let me finish that poem with a funky rhyme! It's a little old-skool.

 

 

Shining brightly through the sky, ducking low underground.

Speeding down the express track, you can hear that sound.

This is the (A) train, next stop is the get down Sugar Hill.

Let break off a brand new dance, you know got time to kill.

With the ribbed side gleaming and breaks screaming,

Got the train buff going nuts and and they're feeding.

It's the St. Louis mastermind but I'm not talkin' bout Nelly.

I'm talking that (C) Train speeding faster then a Chevy.

Meet me uptown cuz we ain't riding no four fours,

We ride dirt eights, we got the rollsigns and more.

It's (N)-Train rhyming bout the (C) Train so let's ride.

I'm hopping on the R Thirty-Eight Fourty-One Thirty-Five!

 

You should rap it all out on Youtube

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