MY FIRST LOVE

My first love
Talking about my best friend
My first love
Talking about my best friend

I remember my first love
Hot and heavy
Sticky icky, together forever
Down for whatever
Bursting with style, full of life
Cloistered in ghetto darkness
She was a lustrous light
Her vernacular
Cryptic speech
Kaleidoscope tongue
Unbounded sight
Saw potential in weather beaten gray walls
Alchemy like, metamorphosis
Transformed the flat inanimate
To three-dimensional life
When those colors were in motion
They narrated legends of their creators
Mixed emotions through cross faders
Burning their signatures, like firebrands
Into the hearts of inner cities
Rattling old heads
While creating Brand Nubians
And Swift City Committees
Nimble, she would rock steady
Manipulated wheels of steel
Ghetto Fab like five Freddy
Clandestine culture
You needed J U ice to get inside
But soon she would not hide
Would rally comrades to ride or die
She shouted from the blacktop
The rage and passion built up deep inside
Had a wild style
Sowed with seeds of struggle and pride
This furious style
Outsiders could not comprehend
Burned her poetry
Fearing what they did not understand
But I knew she was a modern renaissance
Roots culture, work of art.
Felt her make the planet rock
As I would dance to the beat of her heart
She often whirled in swift motions,
And floated on her feet
She was energy in motion
The animated spirit of the streets
Popped muscles and broke backs
Made heads spin and shuffled feet
Pied Piper the world
Like Orisha Oshun
Enticing and sweet
Caused the world
To follow the leader
Commanding sound
Beseeched the black and brown
Come and be sound
She fashioned unique fads
Trendsetter
Broke the mold
Pioneered the paradigm
That would be the cornerstone
Shell tops
Bound in fat laces
Lees with the permanent crease
Cool water scents
Made magic from nothing at all
One dollar out of fifteen cents
Two turntables and a microphone
Street corner ciphers
Spitting flames off the dome
Man
I used to sit back and max
Just to listen to her speak
Downing Malt Duck, and Old English
Bopping my head to her rhythms
From the small to the big beat
She enlightened me
Divulged the mysteries of the drum
I breathed it all in
Swallowed her whole until we became one
They say you never forget your first love
Hip Hop is mine
Is she still with me
Ah yeah

My first love
Talking about my best friend
My first love
Talking about my best friend