A Tribal Symphony

Close your eyes and imagine
Batty practice jammy smashing and caddy shack remember when
We
-----—> in & out of that whack shit
what you're feeling vivid picture of you overreacting
rapping acting
Attacking and feigning you
in the Chicago wind and shit

And she remembers to hit
You up and call
And she remembers to hit
Your cold
Shoulder
with the winter breeze from the fall
Tribal symphonies, what it was after all
For caressing your inner being
Tribal symphonies
Catch you feeling slipping-in-arms

Like diamonds baked in the sun
Found like a raisin baking in the buns
Cinnabon and señorita looking to the sun for the
Shield
Tall glass of margarita talking mass with the
Fields
Like I'm having fun again classes
With mama on Sundays always passes like we already won (one) again for real
Toast to the new life, highlife from the old night
And makes us never forget, where we came from aight
Aight, tight cool and you down for this aight ole school
When the bass hit, you look to the left
See where I came from, and what the wave meant
Universe expanding so I guess
But hey I must digress
Honey dripping from the dress
The rest is just history and symphonies
Made to last the life long test awhile
Made for you, to make you smile

I'm going to save this last thought
For the final plot, an extricate part
Call it the vacay, I call it our spot
On the island, peninsula's crazy
I lately still be wandering over the waiting
Anticipating with a heart that's racing
Pacing up and around chasing
What's inside the car and oh
I hope the soul mating, be who you say you are
I've been impatiently waiting for
So I can consume you whole
Like the whole manifesto
Bursting out of the chest like oh well
Just jumped over my own kitchen's hell
& the hot coals and straight to the truth
My Sunday candy cold stone and
The Lord knows I need

you