Del The Funky Homosapien

The Wacky World Of Mass Transit

Del The Funky Homosapien


Fresh from the meadow with a mellow attitude 
I was plannin' to persue another quest for the bus 
I had to go to San Fran it's something that I can't stand 
It's beggin' for a ride with ma dukes makes a fuss 
I don't like fussin' so I ask my older cousin 
Could he maybe find time to give the D E L a lift 
He said it is impossible because he has a roster full of plans for the 
day 
I had to go and sift through pennies in my jeans 
To many it may seem that the public transportation really isn't keen 
And I agree with the theory 
Because it's 3:30 and the bus was due at 2:35 
I wear my Girbauds so I can wait with pride 
I waited at the bus stop feeling kinda high 
From a spliff that I smoked 
I riffed and provoked 
A liitle scene when the bus arrived late like a joke 
With a corny punchline 
And it was only lunchtime 
The bus should've been here, the driver had much time 
To get is act together 
No matter what the weather 
Now I'm sittin' at the bus stop waitin' like forever 
[SKIT #1] 
When oh when is the bus gonna come 
I'm getting sick and tired of the wait 
When oh when is the bus gonna come 
Well here comes a pack of about 14 
Lookin' real mean with hoodies and jeans 
And bad attitudes and I wasn't in the mood 
For no head on collision with the hoods 
Try to use my transfer but it's no good 
Would these rough lookin' kids get busy with the youngsta 
Amongst the many who must catch rapid transit to get through the city 
I'm not certain 
But if I go sit in the back it's curtains 
Kids wanna ride the back 
What kinda shit is that? 
Nowadays niggas can't wait to hit the back 
Let me stand in the front with the elderly 
So those other cats won't raise hell with me 
[SKIT #2] 
Oh golly gee, not another day on the 46A 
I should've caught the 46B 
'Cause dukes takes the mass scene and group through the trees 
And shoots the breeze with the ladies 
Look at that around the way girl 
Yeah, I see her 
(whistle) More crack than a drug dealer 
A kid sits by me with a gang of afro sheen on 
I'm not Joe Clark and I would hate for him to lean on 
My shoulder and try to hold a conversation 
'Cause I don't have the patience 
When oh when is the bus gonna reach its destination 
Question over space and time 
Wastin' time 
Word up, I can't take this line of nitwits 
I'm about to have a fit quick 
'Cause this trip here is making me car sick 
Check out the brother with the loaded .38 
Braggin' to his buddies about the money that he makes 
Sellin' crack viles like pancakes 
To baseheads just like the one 
That's sittin by the window starvin' for a fix 
He spent his last 80 cents on fare 
He raises up and lets me get in his chair 
Then I sit and take a snooze 
But I still lose 
'Cause I cruise right past my stop 
Had to get off and walk 15 blocks. . .