the narrator floats wordz like ultimate scribes
that are like a raisin in the sun!
"I smell burnt orange @ the hookah bar!"

yo, my significant dreams like concrete jungles
in the bronx is cool, huh . .
mY girl got ME out in LA curious, cuz I miss New York!
I told her a subway story about the ultimate poet
from a homeless shelter . .

"I hear ballads playin' in the background like niggaz
on the b-ball court in harlem!"

there ain't no american idol only a retail store
on the block, yeah y'all see it too . .

30 years of hip-hop from hueYnewTon is visual like a rhyme
in escrow!
yo, son ain't no american idol just ask vinnie over in brooklyn!

I, inhale that burnt orange @ the hookah . .
and the narrator . . floats along with ultimate scribes!

this ain't no melrose place!
-xxx

... a' dat HOOKAH!!! -- :P

Orange you nice widddittt -- *smiles*

Digging this Huey...

just felt like reflecting on a few thoughts I had . . {}

lifE imitates art
-xxx