(A ONE... A TWO... A THREEEE)
THE BEAT...
https://youtu.be/Xx-WvaFdOuA
The day dawns... The sun as bass beats down into mans very bones... Feeds his melanated skin... Ahh, feels so good... The tree wakened raises its leaves... The lion stretches on the plane... The bovine stands from kneeling knee... Praise indeed to the most high.
Movement is melody... Child on the way to school... Mom with thick hips swaying beside, such divine beauty... Flowers for mans mind... Clouds of ganga smoke the background... So pungent the aroma... Quiet yet loud... Day such a beautiful panorama. Man enthralled.
Music so frantic as ant rushes by... Winter got to come... Colony got to feed... Circles of life played out in stringent tones... Slowed down sometimes like some phat ass jazz... Autotuned and chopped and screwed... So many songs would lead some to confusion... Victims of mass illusion.
Sun rising high in the sky... Beating down pon mans brow... Feet pounding rhythm... Got to go... Got to go... That's that rhythm... That's that sound...
Getdown.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
