When
brothers weren't just writing songs about getting some ass, and
if it was about getting some ass, it was about the woman too.
Not about some brother in the corner jacking off, talking about
shake it fast (show me what you working with)…
When
it was about the music, about having something to say, about grandma,
or life not being sunny when your love, not your piece of ass
is away…
Riding
around with you moms and your pops, sitting in the driver's side,
wind blowing on your face singing along, being happy, and not
fully understanding why…
When
men stood strong, afros, fully clothed, played their own instruments,
wrote their own songs, and it was about more than just the bling
bling of it all…
Ideas
of friendships and having people to lean on, of being used and
being real about how using back is what it's about some times…
And
now, how it comes on the radio sometimes and a smile still comes
on moms or posps face, and my face as I get to go back to - remember
a time when it was all simple, when the wind was kissing my face
and I was happy not really knowing why. . .
