Tasting the lingering scent, of the love we made,
trying so hard to memorize a slice of past perfect paradise
amidst this urban decay,
holding you, allowing my mind to escape,
seems like the spirits had a plan for you and I
on this predetermined date,
flying in the rarified atmosphere, of a world we patiently created,
your love was right on time, but I can't say it was anticipated
Laughing at the fools in the cineplex,
surrepticiously feeling like a kid so I secretly send you a text,
enjoying that smile, yes, that lets my misty soul escape the ghetto,
ignoring the movie, thinking about you performing fellatio,
and my tongue in perfect tempo, hearing you moan in falsetto,
then listening to the echo
of your breathing,
I never believed in love,
but seeing is believing,
when I peer into your eyes,
that is why I had to drop my rude boy guise,
and drop this ghetto reprise
Check it out.
you're my Urban Rhapsody,
my sidewalk symphony,
my Mid-town melody,
and in the downpour of acidic drama in the inner-city,
you're my caramel canopy,
this soliloquy
is for you, and only you
Can't see each other when we desire,
neither one of us want to be catagorized as parents-for-hire,
so we make due with late night conversations,
every time I hear your voice it's a confirmation
that my consultations
with Allah were approved by a congregation
of Dark angels in the midst of everlasting grace,
come here baby, and chase
away the sonic street sounds,
take a sip of Moscado and chill while I expound
Remember how my momma smiled, when y'all first met,
she never responded that way to Jeannette, Na'nette or Yvette,
yeah, I'm a grown man, but my mother's approval I will always seek,
you see, when she was younger she had that Leena Horne mystique,
she always said fine isn't how pretty you are, it's a state of mind,
I would tickle her and say, yeah right, pop already told me you had the finest behind,
on the island, that always leaves her smilin'
she knows I ain't jivin'
and when it comes to your love, baby girl I'm a lifer,
guess that's why I'm droppin' this cypher
Real talk,
you're my Urban Rhapsody,
my sidewalk epiphany,
my Mid-town ebony sacristy,
and when I was participating in inner-city infamy,
you came to me in perfect synchrony,
and whispered I could be the epitome,
of a proud black man, that's why I'm holding your hand
You never trip, when I'm short on cash,
just give me that "we're a team" look, never batting an eyelash,
still, when I work that overtime, I gotta take you out on the town,
shout, YO WORLD! THIS IS MY QUEEN-IN-WAITING,
and she's only waiting, because we're approximating the second Allah finishes her crown,
baby, you walk with the spirits, give even the hardest brotha's pause,
I mean. other sistas don't applaud, but they gotta give it up to you just because,
you're African-American perfection,
and that's not me talking, that's the world's perception
I love this city, but for real it doesn't always love me back,
when I say that you suck your teeth and say,
just remember that you're young, gifted and black,
then you chuckle and say, well, scratch the young,
and I say, yeah, but I'm well hung,
hung up on your sweet, sweet lovin'
when I was nothing, you wasn't frontin, just came runnin'
fools acted up, you stared cussin',
talkin bout shootin' man woods off, you wasn't bluffin'
just struttin' with that sexy strut,
cats stopped trippin' and admired your butt,
or should I say, MY BUTT, it does belong to me right?
kool, well let me fade this joint so we can call it a night,
do me a favor, just remember, from August to December,
January to infinity
You will be,
my Urban Rhapsody,
my sidewalk Sacred tesimony,
my Mid-town baptistry,
and when I prayed to escape the inner-city hostility,
you were sent by the spirits to fulfill my destiny,
and that is why, my lover, my friend, my parter, the fire-starter,
my safe harbor, my sepia sparkler,
I need you to take me
to an uncharterted intensity,
and marry me, so we can be,
forever, together, as one,
like a bullet and a gun?
Nah, you're my escape from the urban guerilla warfare,
more like the halo adorning the Sacred head of the Son,
are you feeling me?