sidewalk school beating the balls of my finger tips goating by with windshields blown notice the voice bass, method owner of the industry god to the money makers poet to the asphalt powder life close my eyes see pulses thrown through air like human waves like the ripple of love caused by the knowledge of hate it is euphoria losing footing on the cement cracks in lost moments, rhythm pittypop mmmTss elementary kids beating on their thighs eachothers backbones drumbones poetry is dead to eras of spark(l)ing new po et ry rhythm kept on street feet marching with their shoulders and heads slying back hands balanced in futher backwards and forwards motions holding invisible court rocks nations smirking to understood bass lines hiding behind bass lines genius' cousins rolling dice of vinyl red scratches black chord ownership, respect, and antiphonic phonies falling by the waistside for king hierarchies own a roadside moment, through car stereos the people on the street chumps bounding for doorways to allude the thumpkicks in their backs if they could just enjoy the cer-e-mon'ie black faces turned upwards in a sun in-between bass hums thanking warm liquid hip hop angels life still has its melodies living for moments getting by on monks in cherokees ground effects and amplified symphonies . choruses of hard ripples . musichaic erotisisms a legion of american blackness human sound awareness old women cursing with their lips attempting to kill off personal grins father's shaking wisdom heads as their tapping rapping fingers defy them on the backs of their knuckles: agreeing lovers beating their breasts for metronomes and reported deaths reported in a lovespoken way with ancient rhymes carrying souls to the afterworld floating on samples to glorify the pasts of other deaths and other deaths method, he brings us back 85year deacon of jazz walking with his cane says damn, does that boy know he's a badass?