What happened to dancing?
And I mean grooving
Moving to the beat of the music
not that
back to front, raunchy, distasteful, vertical *** on the dancefloor foolishness
I don't want any of that unclassy bending over
***** pressed up against a stranger, up in my face,
I mean up in my behind business type of dancing.
None of that too-close for comfort, get-a-room type of grind
I want some of that smooth jazzy, hold my hand and spin me around moving, and
I want some of that 80's finger-snappin', and some of those Breakfast Club hip-shaking, arm-gyrating
What I don't get is why
The moves from ***** Dancing seem cleaner than today's so-called dancing.
I want to be able to go to a club
And have enough space for myself and you to be dancing like we're dancing at home,
with the privacy of our rooms
I want to be able to dance, and let us return
and have a much-needed cultural dance revolution where it doesn't have to be something your mama won't be ashamed of.
I want some of that jiving, and more of that 70's finger-pointing, and fast-feet moving
Man, I just want all of us to dance without it suggesting anything more than smooching.

I miss our short lived tuesday nights
because that was the life, we had to be right
-locking ourselves up like clams on a rampage
classy-unclassy; sipping trash and champagne,
and fumble galloping into circus lights
or hot into a lions mouth.
Trapiezing through city crowds of clowns,
trusting each others shaky hands.

you act like a *****,
you gotta do actions. actions worth meaning
                                           meaning with gleaming,
if they all get it then , then they all got it.
            if they all bought it who's gonna want it.
you're **** is a pool , ****** unclassy.
unwanted over flaunted.  
keep you're legs shut don't be  a **** or when you grow old you'll just be some nut,
act mean,.
grow clean,
you're only a freshman...
bye falisha no BYE LATECIA!!

Stationed by belief
As hungry carts push on
Destined to the checkout lines with a fist of great deals
Forgotten once cashed
Repackaged in plastic wrap where flesh was once sacred
Commercial clichés provoking the same old reflections and interests
In the midst of clones and lapse of reason
Controlled and reduced to produce more and more
but the score lacks anything to do with the salvation found in art form
As chained souls morn in the ashes of the wake
We must transcend and break the links
For these ties are the kind that bind minds
I stand alienated and tongue tied as my mind's eye
sets the grocery store into flames
For the dependence and poison it bakes
While trains of unclassy gluttonous tarts
bump carts programmed to jump start
Relinquishing will and spilling milk
I cried out a river of chill

you act like a *****,
you gotta do actions. actions worth meaning
                                           meaning with gleaming,
if they all get it then , then they all got it.
            if they all bought it who's gonna want it.
you're **** is a pool , ****** unclassy.
unwanted over flaunted.  
keep you're legs shut don't be  a **** or when you grow old you'll just be some nut,
act mean,.
grow clean,
you're only a freshman...
bye falisha no BYE LATECIA!!