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Like Slick Rick I Like To Tell A Story

Here's a little story that needs to be heard


about an old couple who lived in the hood


firecrackers blazing outside there window pane


folks had insisted the couple was insane


take heed to the reader as best as you can


the old Oscar man had a definite plan


fine capabilities blown up in desire


would play his Sly & Family Stone song, "Want to take you higher":.


his wife was a clean freak wanted everything neat & tidy


at night the old man used to show her his hyney


nothing phony when they were both broke with no money


they made a journey to O.T.B trying to get the honey


in time they would both shine like an ivory tower


busting moves even if they had a hip replacement


yet this story gets deeper then ever before


when in a drive by the struck old man Oscar in the left eye


now they must confess that some of life was a great test


they then spent most of their time huddled inside


no more painting the town and shooting pool


they lived by a different type of rule


folks we need to take it all in let me begin




yesterday was such a simple game they used to play


awe but then let's face it its easier today


you can always occupy your time with a fine wine, dine & sixty nine


kick it to the curb as if you have heard


those sensational voices with choices


never did the old couple grow apart


even when the old man let out a fart


it was a brand new start when he got shot


made that homeboy think a lot


invested his time with love seeking a new vibration


together they both his the golden age of 100


it isn't any wonder all those sweet thoughts that they discovered


many folks today like to work undercover rather then to discover


love was the essence of their meager existence let's learn to shun each resistance


at every circumstance we can all learn to take part in the dance


with second chances that your higher power advances


so the moral of the story is love in a song


it advanced Rodney King's philosophy, "Can't we all just get along" ?


Like Slick Rick I like to tell a nice story so why I even worry.


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I belong in evolving thoughts,

but my mind succumbs quickly to love

Missing having you in my dreams and arms,

my bed and bleeding heart, I miss You

and although I know it's done, it's over

and behind us so 


sometimes... I just ask "why"

sometimes I just... cry...

when I think of you

And when I think of your eyes

I am taken worlds

and worlds away, 


like an airplane,


like a feather,

landing in your 

field of cotton-flowers

where meeting eyes give way

each time to meeting lips

in fantasized scenes of raptured

uttered dreams,

space out of time, tears on our 

tongues, suddenly

I Need Air

but our lips

are locked, in a long


luscious rage,


up in our own