“Back in the day, when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore. But, some days I sit and wish I was a kid again.”
*Baby you can do it, take your time, do it right, we can do it babyyy…do it tonight, take your…timeeeee*
Ahhh! Take me back to the brownstones and corner-store cigarette professors preaching that same jungle fever on how to survive in this unimaginably world we live in. The birth of hip-hop and the land of the youth, Harlem. I left my heart in that time though life moved on. I couldn’t escape the block parties with chicks double dutching in Denim parachutes and Chuck Taylor’s savoring soft serves on a crispy Sunday noon. Even the fellas couldn’t stop swag-dripping in their Pontac’s.
Where did time go? If only I could *Squeeze ya, don’t tease ya…I’d never leave ya* slow dancing under the timeless hour with *Just a little tenderness.* I missed my memory. Uptown. Swings singing, ears ringing, waves jumping, birds whispering sweet love confessions over the sun. *Ice Ice baby* We rocked the mic until Momma cried wolf. *Momma gon knock you out!*
Even a Tribe called Quest told Naughty by Nature no more Drama…It was a family affair hosted by the neighborhood’s finest, Mary J. Culture. Unity.
Take me back…
“Back in the day, when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore. But, some days I sit and wish I was a kid again.”-Ahmad