BX... II just around the corner Just around the corner...love the yesterday when... Bloom zeniths.. Popped kaleidoscopic inspiration hieroglyphics new generation linguistic...pledging apart stance the b boy b girl dance hold glance begin helicopter spins breaking the wind; converse tracks kicking Cyclops brag about who be rocking the blocks Borough to borough ... Mob squads Qside, Boogiedown,Brookland, Harlem...Westside and Eastside strips of strong isles rip concrete Novelties like baseball, Turnbull, stickball,scully was gully The whimsical delight brings to light stories on story avenue Everything old is always new Trailing one's constitution; esoteric evolution through a free youth revolution Red rooms,sacred bathhouse of Plato's Retreat sexual liberation Free to rejoice a dance to Dj spin heathens anthems held in the embrace bolting strobe limelight birth the disco kidz, disco wiz, jellybean benetiz, kaz, Herc breath sweat beat boxes locking it down five borough crews formula new rules...breaker... breaker takes all...are rough and tough enough Graffiti notebooks flip out pockets...rocket aerosol cans declaration painted dreams reign supreme teams scratching and surviving scrawl wet... crawl brick walls , abandon halls, bathroom doors...across steel carriages that married like minds mirrored times that cripple photographs and telegraph daily news of a new day... rumble of jungle brothers teams of others...Africa Bambaataa Zulu nation cross pollinate generations born out of ghetto tombs...burden ruins of bombed out building left for dead ; rose towers of rappers delight out of agony...from out the fly five boroughs rumble... Black and Puerto Rican gangs pain came technics crews groove flipping bits of liner notes jazz licks ...R and B hits rock the houses of hip-hop gods no longer just around the corner dragging wagons record crates to cassette tapes now relate on times fledging hustle of corporate whores cashed in on zenith smoke and fire ashes of ghetto rap kings; slum hell story tellers pad bank accounts ching ching of our rebel visionary kool herc ... rap kings of yesterday... when I was just around the corner tagging times; holding my stance at glance at whirling windmills...changed the times... © 2017 Lepadah
Atlantalockheart
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