These streets are your streets, these streets are

I was out tonight working, bout to get off my get off shift if ya catch my drift. As I tried to flag down a passing fare, I worked the bus stop pole like a tenured pro. As I held myself horizontally about 5 feet off the ground, I look between my hands and see this sticker of hope. After kissing the Smut sticker relic, I was immediately picked up in a pink stretch Hello Kitty Limo, handed a bag of lemons, a bottle of vodka and a hand grenade. Almost outta vodka, bout to start juggling the lemons and grenade. Wish me luck!