WHile at home listening to poetry by BDP
flowing like an ocean sea
on my couch sofa I raise the volume frequency
slowing going to sleep
having the beat rain on me
Inside my dream i discover the theme
of the first song in the LP
Lable PLacing me
on a alley on a street.
Not Elm, wont see Freddy,
less the first name "Crazy,"
and his claws are his feet
ripping the box, imprinting concrete.
IN front of a stage I'm facing
with symmetry to where I'm staying
KRS Speaks, Knowledge Raining Supreme
Scott still alive, in reality died
before paid in full by rakim rhymed
with eric b. on tables supplied
the record that would redefined
how i look at a line.
Larock accompanied by Red Alert
Breakers dancing on a beat
Baambaata took from Kraftwerk
And its where in my dream
Krs revisit the whole scheme of the verse.
of Poetry....well the end of the 3 fifty.
And once its done It was like
an alarm waking from sleep
to a territory of coming to late school,
bus missing from the street felt like a fool,
the yellow cheese gold one, I ignored my future, for a jewel done.