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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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Lovetrap

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 

ultimately...

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, 

flying

like an airplane,

falling

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

ravenous,

luscious rage,

tangled

up in our own

lovetrap