Too Much Funk Music Tonight

AAAAAWWWW MAN!
What it is?
Inner west side of Chicago
1974.
A place were out on da’ sidewalk lil’ kids be jumpin’ hop scotch
an messin’ round.
Da brothers they wearin’
crisp cornered collars
underneath brown suede vest
wit’ some smooth bell bottomed jeans
dat you know aint ever be
faded.
Da Sista’s
da Sista’s…they shol is fine
walkin’ on down the street
tryin' to blow my mind
in they hip-hug-hers
high hills and
tube tops
hoop earrings so big I could
jump right thru
dem.
Me and da’ fellows singin’
“Let it hang out baby….
let it hang now...na,na,nana,na”
Gurl, what is you doin’ tonight?
“Daddy, I gotta’ watch my little sista’.”
Naw…I’ll tell you what, you come wit' me
we gone go party…
“I dig daddy…I’ll see ya later!”
Hi-fives to da fella's
dark sunglasses wit fake gold frames
drags stickin’ out da ear
gangsta' leanin’ on my brand new black Caddy
wit tinted windows
a-track and supa fly speaka's
put down a Ben on it jus’ dis mornin’ wit
my first check
should be savin’ fo a rainy day
but der aint no cloud in da sky.
Can you dig it?
My fro is big and clean
and da burns are thick
and tight.
It’s a hot summer night
and ev'rythang alright.
Da house is thumpin’
Bernie got da place bumbin’
wit’ some George Clinton kinda funk.
Black power fists to my fellow negro’s
upon my entrance.
Already itchin’ to get my lady on da dance flo
to do our thang.
“free your mind and your ass will follow!”
Well past midnight
heads bobbin’
booty’s bouncin’ to
fat bass and drum lines
ain’t no pigs gone shut us down
cause one of day sons over der in the corner…
a few mo joints and he won't be comin' down 'til next mornin'.
Right on, Right on.
I see some dark pretty thang be lookin' at me
as she stirs her drink from her seat next to my man slim
yea...I'll give her a wink to let her know dat I see
but dat's all it will be
I aint tryin' to cause no scene between
queens.
As da night moves along
my watch is killin' me
'cause time be runnin' out on me
Sista’ girl we needs ta get ready ta get up on outta here
I know yo mama
know my mama
from church
And I can’t have nobody say nothin’ bad bout me
“one mo’ song daddy…one mo' slow jam fo da road
Imma get it anyway…left sista gurl in front of da t.v.
watchin’ da Jeffersons”
you is something’ else
you shol is something else
gone head on…I love watchin’ ya move anyway.
Slow ridin’ back home
kissin’ an huggin' fo a minute
‘til da porch light come on
din I’m on my way…
stop at Coleman’s to get me a three piece wing
wit some fries
a...sho me love when you be puttin' on dat
sauce.
It be 4am
works in two
I shol is a fool
but what is I gonna’ do?