Back in the day music was good.
We enjoyed ourself no matter what part of town.
From the shotguns, to the high-rises.
The urge that instantly becomes testimonial.
Immediately we'd feel better soon as the music plays.
We'd forget everything else.
Like millions of feet echoing through our ears.
Our body reacts.
The experience of true euphoria when the music takes over.
Suddenly the load doesn't seem so heavy.

From the condos to the slums.
The mark of an era.
Going on down the road.
Nothing to do but walk.
Strut your strut.
The struggle to be free.
The stratosphere doesn't seem all so far.
The absolute rule of thumb.
Coming alive blowing out the dust,
The relationship between artist to listener.
To welcome birth.
The experience of it all.
Nothing but the road in front.
Strutting along.
Living, breathing.
To enjoy yourself no matter what part of town.
From projects to burb.
To step off the curb leave work behind. 

Dance the block.

Clocking out.
Stepping to life.

Some of the best memories ever

Can you tell me
please
which way now is home
I used to know, my dear
The way was clear
There was no fear

Tying my walking shoes
I knew I needed to get clear of here
thought I'd find
all that was dear

The road though, it is narrow
The cliff it is shear
My balance is
woozy

Can you tell me my dear

which way is home
which way do I go from here,
I think I oughta know
But the hills they are wavering
The ocean is in turmoil
The mountains are slick
far too dangerous

The desert has no mercy

I know something and with this knowledge
I think I must be cursed
I think I have it
Peace & Home
goes and comes
and comes and goes.

how did humanity invent boats?
wouldn't u need to know water
to build something like that; so
how would a mankind dwelling
on land know the physics to make
something float; some genius
way back in time had to think it
up, like the Wright brothers &
their flying machine; how did
humanity conceive space travel?
using hypothetical physics just
like racists conceived eugenics,
Apartheid, the Confederacy, ****
Germany, NASA & Disneylands

I slide, you grind.
I nibble, you dither.
I touch, you moan.
I feel, you gasp.
I open, you erupt.
I wrap, you linger.
I explore, you groan.
I rub, you beg.
I claw, you stare.
I guide and you surrender
Making us captives of lust
And passion.
-Khushi :)