Poetic reflections on the past twenty-five years.
When I use to baffle muses,
lines were tightened nooses.
Vain, as if I were cuter.
Sounded like a computer.
Rotor rootered a thesaurus.
"I'm doing this!"
To the dismay of traveling
In passing whose this "Vass
Hole" ? Probably hasn't even
finished high school.
Leeches on the psych.
A braggadocio bombardment
of regimental intrusion.
Disturbing yet arguably
some new style of music.
Remember when we use to
serve up some scenario,
The Furious Five probably
did similarly before.
"Blame a big boy
and get yourself a job Troy".
"Nobody is paying you to rap
I made my move, sometimes
after fifteen and Krush Groove,
to become employed and remain
employable. Can't say some haven't
seemed anoid with this.
And to the republic of lovable sisters.
Just got my dollars. You look like models.
The car seats four even though it's a two door.
Should of brought a fifteen passenger.
"On the road to riches"."It's time to get romantic"*
Kool G Rap and Karyn White it. Eighties nostalgia.
Keep it in your trousers. The week of graduation
I'm heading to Rutgers. Twenty-fifth anniversary
finally arriving and I'm back "rhyming"?
"I can flow like Chuck D", so can a million others.
Call the anthology brothers and sisters.
I really don't give a surplus of negative sentences.
Shelly Thunder that Carol Wheeler,
all the way to the car dealer,
and ask for Shabba.
It's Magic. Abracadabra.
Sugar Hill, Zulu nation, Swahili classes.
Grown man work schedule.
Grown man leisure pleasure.
The treasure sends his blessings.
Life is indeed a heaven.
Hear there's seven others.
Can't wait to visit.
*singles from Kool G Rap & Karyn White