Can’t Tell “B” Nothin’

I heard about “B”

“B” had scratch they say

I say scratch ain’t bout nothing 

but “B” don’t say much

I heard “B” had a 7 foot wingspan and could fly 

— underwater

I heard that one at the bar

Everyone know “B” 

“B” walks with three seconds between his left and right foot

Six feet between footprints

He could headbutt a traffic light

Insane I say, they say they swear he

Talks in babel

Riddles,

No matter what “B” say it come off enlightening and you’ll take from it what you need

“B” could drive stick shift left-handed

“B” could drive from the backseat they say

I never asked about “B” or who he is

What he do, I just assumed

That mother fucker 

ain’t

real

“B” ain’t never showed me no miracles

No wine, no fish, no cave’s in the projects

“B” fucking for real