Behind Tinted Windows

They had said they were riding, Behind tinted windows. And waving to me... As I walked along the street. I did hear horns honking. But I did not separate, One horn meant for me. Between sirens whizzing by... And folks talking as loud as could be, I was out to enjoy my stroll... Not seeking a familiarity, Under every nook and cranny! Or... Looking through faces, For anyone I knew! To chance I might meet... An opportunity to disturb my peace! They had the nerve to say, They were behind tinted windows. And honked and waved at me! Then began rumors, I was stuck up! An ungrateful and egotistical, And an undeserving s.o.b. Well... At least they could have stopped, So I could add spice to the slander. Incite my own defamation! Leave them with much attitude... To prove to them I do agree! I am determine to keep, My peace with me!