no sugar,
no cream...
the sound of that hook
plays in my mind now.
a merry-go-round dance
of hide and seek
as i struggle to understand...
why?
a lightweight,overweight
yet heavyweight,
icon
of my generation
sets sail
for a misty land
we never conceive
until our minds
are forced
to embrace tragedy.
so young
but yet so old.
worry lines
etched into the brow
of a think very deeply
teddy bear.
a showman of epic
proportions,
gliding along with the boyz...
one last glimmer
under the spotlight,
hot light.
he made the coffee
drool and swoon~
the girls,the girls,
whether black or cream filled.
bounce to the beat.
he couldn't be beat,
because he had his own thang.
"DIDALY,DIDALY,DIDALY DEEE!"
still hard to do that roll...dam.
rhymes sublime,
until checkout time.
i'll never look at my java
the same.
say hello to michael,vesta,wayman...
you'll see them again.
give us a show
that can be heard from the heavens...
we'll be waiting.
