Ice Cold

Ice cold like trays in the freezer of the old school ice box.

Listening to Youngblood on Kiss 104 on Saturday...or Coldplay up in the hooptie..up next? Freeway the Philly freeza..the brotha O-Dog rocks.

O-Zone? a brotha plays it like this and that..on the I-75 freeway in the A-Town..a brotha's rolling.

Sometimes having it like that..due to Gods will..there should be no doubts about it..the universe he's controlling.

Some of us don't have it like this and like that on earth.barely making it...not anointed as the next one.

We proceed and continue to fight that..the problem? ..a simple one turns into a complex one.

The menu? we come right with that! O-Zone is a chef up in soul's kitchen.

The menu? brand new funk..soul food..just what the soul's missing.

Not acting brand new! I've been this way..but they say something is missing.

Please! I was cut from a different cloth..I have a different vision.

Set your eyes on the feast..it's on the stove..mixed with broth in the melting pot.

By product from soaking in the November Scorpio Sun rays..how a brotha plays it..all up in the spot.

Armchair quarterbacks spotted...all in the spot..believe they can call plays because they're good playing John Madden.

Usually spotted up in cube farms..wearing Van Heusen shirts..Levi's khakis and a pair of Steve Maddens.

That's what happens when your frozen..like that water found on the moon.

Maybe thawing out due to the global warming Al Gore mentioned..or when you go see the King..halleluyah...soon and very soon...

All Up In The Spot....It's A Hood Thing PT.7

.......................it don't stop..it don't stop..

Down here in the A-Town..I see old and new school players stand up!!

Authorities lay the play down...running it...my folk have to man or woman up.

Territories are occupied by gamblers...dice rolled like Vegas or Atlantic City..where will they land? up in this piece!!!

I tell these stories..but some are pre-occupied by ramblers talking junk..up in this piece!!!

I fell for stories back in the day..experience gained...but I maintained..now funk is played..up in this piece.

Off the skyscraper....I fell many stories!! in pain!! but I landed in one piece.

I failed..damn!!! memories of capers stored on the mainframe..no justice no peace is the slogan.

I sailed through the galaxies!..just past the International Space Station...like the Russians..cold crushing...caught up in black holes..but climbed out..sometimes it's just us who are able to get open.

I sailed through portals that opened up...at a High Velocity..dealt with a lot of junk...but survived..that just had to be God's will.

God is in the blessing business!! playing it like EPMD..you got's to chill.

But it's not odd..on earth you've got to deal with the madness...from Somali pirates...from ghettos to suburbs.

It's not odd..members of lame duck administrations get kicked to the curbs.

It's not odd..dealing with herbs in the suburbs..thugs from the hood and corporate CEOs.

Bill Gates in the streets? Tiger Woods in these hoods? I sit back and peep steelos.

Spotted wannabe divas in stilettos..plus spotted po po charging negroes..clearing the books.

What's up with me? checking out the steelos of clergy and politicians..some of them liars and crooks.