Reminisce

Take a minute as I kick it.
Maisey Royale
The voice spittin from a different dimension.

Ever get that tension when you're reminiscing.
Questioning every decision, searching for what was missing.
Piecing together clues that don’t even be existing.

Twisting memories, life gives lemons, sell lemonade.
Turn bitterness to business, pain gets paid.

Then remember what it was like to go outside and play.

Turn on the radio, Hip Hop Hooray, swing sets sway.

Teeter totters taken over by XL toddlers.
The boys who never knew a father.

The courts taken over by the street ballers.
Soul food vendors holler, smell encased in collard greens

The season seems to be perpetually between fall and spring.

Low riders and showstoppers
Hoopties and groupies
And one slick black Impala

Subwoofers blasting, 808’s gyrate the concert
A little bit of drink, loosen up feet

And for a moment iron hearts start to come apart.
They let the sweat drip down, drowning out life’s painful sound

Grill smoke
Herb smoke
Truck smoke
Gun smoke
Tire smoke
The record cuts
Just how the block party goes.

Preacher on the corner
Mama’s grabbin holy water
“Do better” speech on recycle.

The record spins again.
Drowning out pastors yelling “repent for ya sins”

Down the road the boys in blue.
Looking to see what the leather jackets are gonna do.

They shout, Hip Hop Hooray, Hoo, Aye, Hoo!

The Blue replies “awe that's cute, Bwuup! Bwuup!”
Flashing red and blue, joy dies mid groove.

DJ gives it ten, then records back spinnin

They partied from sunrise to sunset.
Through joy and death.
The motto: the fun never rests.
Enjoy it in the moment.

Years later they will forget to reminisce.
Because the party
Never quit.