bicyclingfish
The Fly
smooth summer nights
soft, silken shorts
the ball bounces
the ball rims
shoes squeek and your curl relaxes
conscious memories
colliding with cautious realities
those marvelous moon shots
and your brick wall lifestyle
fish, where are you?
maurice, did you make it back?
push it to the crib,
keep it in the hood,
and keep it real- one time
absolom, your mama called
she wants you home by dinner.
darion, you better get david
off of me- you won't trip me again.
mike, joe, jimmy or keith- are you too white?
or did you just forget?
come to me, summer night of 1989
recall the beating
visualize the pain
boot in side, ring in eye
my blood is your currency
north high had no pride
the brick
the lay-up
the half court shoot out
was you a crip?
did you blood?
were you down for the disciples?
pullin' 24th street, cuz
keep it real- one time
coarse, cautious summer nights
frantic energy, black and white still-frames in my mind
the ball bounces
the rim breaks
cicadas chirp and my fist flexes
conscious memories
colliding with cautious realities
I never made a moon shot
I escaped the brick wall lifestyle
soft, silken shorts
the ball bounces
the ball rims
shoes squeek and your curl relaxes
conscious memories
colliding with cautious realities
those marvelous moon shots
and your brick wall lifestyle
fish, where are you?
maurice, did you make it back?
push it to the crib,
keep it in the hood,
and keep it real- one time
absolom, your mama called
she wants you home by dinner.
darion, you better get david
off of me- you won't trip me again.
mike, joe, jimmy or keith- are you too white?
or did you just forget?
come to me, summer night of 1989
recall the beating
visualize the pain
boot in side, ring in eye
my blood is your currency
north high had no pride
the brick
the lay-up
the half court shoot out
was you a crip?
did you blood?
were you down for the disciples?
pullin' 24th street, cuz
keep it real- one time
coarse, cautious summer nights
frantic energy, black and white still-frames in my mind
the ball bounces
the rim breaks
cicadas chirp and my fist flexes
conscious memories
colliding with cautious realities
I never made a moon shot
I escaped the brick wall lifestyle