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the eclispe is moving away....
the sky once purple is blue again
and the red tunnel clouds have lifted white...again
I stare out the window...old school with the
5 piece from big daddy and a bottle of franks...
apple butter my waffles....yeah i'm old world

my mind shifts back to.....the cute brooklynite
a reunion in some sorts...
a surprise in many others.
i got means and a purpose...
This ring..this..one thing...
conviction....no words..just..conviction.
that is all i need right?...faith...conviction...

She had these eyes...round..deep..brown..windows..
they searched through you like the vibe of roy ayers..
she knew the half truths and white lies..
before they came out my mouth
she would put one finger..to my lips..shut

And say softly
I trust the person..
but never the devil inside...
now look me in the eye and let me inside....
she said love is patient...
i must have worked it thin..
because one day..she was gone...

old man Frankie...said
stop messin around with the L-o-v-e
stubborn and hardheaded
i took it for granted...

and now..

i got questions....

a passenger comes up...he was ticket #9 in line
he sat down in the vacant seat next to me..
asked for a piece of chicken...
i asked for what price?

"brotherhood" he said,

dead giveaway tat on the shoulder..
i knew it was ant from the old hood
history rich like nyggas in the wood..

2 paths split apart...in 9'6
ore-ire in line..
focus is a live wire
i gave up the desires & temptations
for a different kind of fire that burn

so in turn,

ant stayed on the block
pistol poppin, dough choppin
grand hustlin' lookin for the pleasures of
the fast paced trife life...the infamous

Shiny black piece in his waist..
nervous tick in his neck
he ate quick
sights fixed on the silver briefcase
handcuffed to his south paw..
as he ate with his right
fast talkin...
small talk not enough depth for catchup..

man 2 man urban confessions...
soul revelations
brief encounters of the 2 brothers

no kids, no wife..
i confess...showed the ring
as if it was secret, his eyes widened..
he asked for a name...i said...

Mecca

he shook

he asked...
"Brown Sugar huh?"

I'm like..."nah playa..better"

simply put....

she is Love...she is truth...

at least..when i last saw H.E.R