brooklyn sounds clash
a cadillac calabash
of rude bwoy noise
bang out bed-stuy blocks
nostrand is alive in summer
beef patties & ting
sing out hungry babies
black skin white tees
meet humid corners
to hustle poland springs
click clack the soundtrack
above the ave plays loudly
rumbling past nodding rastas
rocking redblack headwraps
proudly speaking to the babies
maybe this is the future
bruk-up color canvases spill
red on black on white on yellow
on the ave
everything looks new again
~*~
it's official. i miss it.
(on another note...anybody up for a cypher? i need to get my creativity flowing again. poetry or rhymes. feel free to post them in the comments & we can get it going)
peace.
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Cool, cool....
I have the little piece that describes the day perfectly here in DC.
Moods~
The day is cool and misty like my mood.
It is uncertain as to what lies ahead?
My only sunshine is my faith in the creator
and the possibility of a love supreme.
Happy hour~
Slight haze of Marlboro Light smoke looming
Clear girls glancing and wishing...
But dismissing the idea of tasting
the darker embodiment of human existence
Guitar grinds----heavy drums
Lyrical tantrum
reminiscent of 1988 New York
Insecure smiles wrestling with
spiritual progress
Sipping on Long Island Ice Teas
I feel you on this one. I often miss my "Back Home." But I'm happy where I'm at.
going off the dread riff. rastas all over crown heights, flatlands, down church avenue an'all. brooklyn is something. labor day. labor day.
I-n-I
On I-n-I crown are locks
Some only Jah can open
No one has dreaded my naps
Is nature let loose
I tire and tread roads your mind cannot
Atop I-n-I is all life
Twined like cloth
That is why you stop and ask
“How’d you do that?”
Is I-n-I and Jah mystery
We secrecy
Jah mek me a beacon
Seen
You must dread to see
Is I-n-I and Jah secrecy
We mystery
How I-n-I do that?
You reason for the seventh sign
‘Cause you see the father in a world set free
And when you call I-n-I
Dread
Is ‘cause you dread the truth of all I-n-I might be
SB: i see you. you always be making me want to go to DC. *smile*
byg: that made me feel like i was listening to sizzla or richie spice. *smile*
(off S. bess)
he darker embodiment of human existence
Guitar grinds---
guitars grind on rooftops
breaking dance to string riffs
the scene is song in motion
oceans of words heard
through cracked windows we live
in between now and then
wondering where to go
when tomorrow dies
slowly smoking trees
exhaling memories
(ok, that sucked lol).
who got next?
....listening to the sound of Go-Go bands on highlands pounding pavements with the happy feet
GO GO GO!!!!! CHUCK
BROWN = brown like my first kin
frown on my first sin
memories of Ice cream trucks, popcorn ladies and kool-aid icies while racing popsicle sticks along ghetto streams
Have a great weekend! That's the best that I can do off the top. :) I like yours, by the way
jah know music ah go and come
dance flo where dey be shakin' pon
is jah style dem be movin' on
jah love where dem get it from
man dance man vibe man flo man grind
man wine man go man come man find
man c melody in-na the midst-a time
and she got jah love on her left behind
jah music ah d-c go go
fast track rap reggae or boglo
pon jah bed dey be lovin' so slow
[.............................]
(You finish the rhyme...)
You don't nare thing about that nostrand jawn.
You got nostalgic hunh!?!?!!?!
I love Brookly & will be there in July haging out at Junior's & the Fulton St Mall!!! :->