28. "RE: no marijane...it'll take a slight twist tho'" In response to In response to 27 Mon Sep-19-05 05:25 PM by SiPhO_aZiZi
>
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
"Keep Pro-Fessin' the Pro-Found" S.Azizi
"Real Education means to inspire people to live more abundantly, to learn to begin with life as they find it and make it better." Carter G. Woodson