Daughter of the Ghetto Brooklyn is like . . .
layers of thick molasses sticking to you
never thin church bells ringing from the wind
where spirits spin two story walk up Mustafa hat shop and Islamic wear
Masjid At Taqwa
cross street The Adhan time, pray
beside papa
mama abaft rug rolled out
hands rise head down
head up bow, bend knees recite, recite
chant, chant
dance, dance
gather spirits seven abound
seven all around
consecrated drums
papa's stories of Damballah kicking kuku jumping to chunks of cadence
prospect park
Conga square in the dark "doobie, go low, low."
touch the earth
down, low, low
give it up to the God's young feet sweep
accent space Cora's babies
Great Queen Sengalese
yield a generation in America
promised papa a trip to Mecca mama nursed stories to be told
while papa stretched goat skins to be sold
left drying in stuyvesant sun
congas waiting to be blessed a garden for me
turning hoeing hard soil
picking burnt smoke pipes
bullets butts, tossed pennies
flourish fruits behind the slave our house rocked
man! it was all love
mama the hipshaker
head jerking
snapping neck
to "The Big Pay Back" there she goes
lordy have mercy
leg kick to the air
break down
to the ground
split couldn't wait to snap crackle finger pop old, new, hip hop
doing the wop lolloping, skipping in and out of turning loops
first pair bamboo hoops
jingling golden shine
jamaican dancing Mr. Blake's backyard Jamaica South Side
back to the crisp street of Bed Stuy born to burn
born to pray
born to be ceremonies born Brook land Ghetto child... © 2010 Lepadah
layers of thick molasses sticking to you
never thin church bells ringing from the wind
where spirits spin two story walk up Mustafa hat shop and Islamic wear
Masjid At Taqwa
cross street The Adhan time, pray
beside papa
mama abaft rug rolled out
hands rise head down
head up bow, bend knees recite, recite
chant, chant
dance, dance
gather spirits seven abound
seven all around
consecrated drums
papa's stories of Damballah kicking kuku jumping to chunks of cadence
prospect park
Conga square in the dark "doobie, go low, low."
touch the earth
down, low, low
give it up to the God's young feet sweep
accent space Cora's babies
Great Queen Sengalese
yield a generation in America
promised papa a trip to Mecca mama nursed stories to be told
while papa stretched goat skins to be sold
left drying in stuyvesant sun
congas waiting to be blessed a garden for me
turning hoeing hard soil
picking burnt smoke pipes
bullets butts, tossed pennies
flourish fruits behind the slave our house rocked
man! it was all love
mama the hipshaker
head jerking
snapping neck
to "The Big Pay Back" there she goes
lordy have mercy
leg kick to the air
break down
to the ground
split couldn't wait to snap crackle finger pop old, new, hip hop
doing the wop lolloping, skipping in and out of turning loops
first pair bamboo hoops
jingling golden shine
jamaican dancing Mr. Blake's backyard Jamaica South Side
back to the crisp street of Bed Stuy born to burn
born to pray
born to be ceremonies born Brook land Ghetto child... © 2010 Lepadah
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