An Ice-cream man, with an Ice-cream van His melodic chimes seem magical and enchanting the heat waves, a major summer killer
Little children with happy faces make biblical verses Jump off the pages and come alive Block to blocks, street to streets laughter could be heard for miles
There he was sitting on the old stoop A little freckle face boy. with eyes of a deep, dark blue Waiting for God to answer his pray
Poor, little Vincent Maloney
He remember his grandmother harsh words "Wipe your tears away, and pray in silent Young Vincent Maloney"
“I pity your mother and I pity her choices, and most all I pity her For eloping with the colored man Barbara Coleman husband
Wipe your nose, and weep no more Your daddy ain't your daddy But your daddy doesn’t know