It was 1984 when I decided to vacation in San Francisco, California
It Toured Downtown and the Suburbs
But there was a port of San Francisco that Tour Companies wanted Tourist to avoid
So I wanted to explore why this specific area was off limits
I spoke to the Tour Escort, and he told me how I should dress
I had my Jean’s torn and everything out place and wore a Do Rag Bandana around my head
Yes head
So I ventured up to the area of question
No time to talk out in suggestion
Now it could have been my Death
Nonetheless, I had to see for myself
Because I am not like everybody else
Courage with assurance
No I wasn’t under the influence
I was in an Alley surrounded by Motorcycle Gangs had arrived
I acted tough
I even called their bluff
I was told by one of the Motorcycle Leaders, I didn’t fit in
But I was determined in not to bend and give in
I answered with a tough assured voice, I am here now and what?
I managed to survive
The experience being totally strive
As you can see, I lived to tell my ordeal
Oh yes, this story is true and for real
It was a reason to explore
I just couldn’t ignore
I am alive definitely for sure