bobby digital's little wings

Caramel toffees Look at that Bobby Digital in the lobby Shout out to Bobby Digital Ayy, dog, ruby yacht What else we gon' do now? We gon' do somethin' nice and simple It is? That's my religion too Alright, we gon' do, I'm gon' do a poem now The title of the poem is "Hallelujah, I Love Jazz" Dark openly, gamma rays washed over me Fidgets with hidden crest The fickle house guest giving heartfelt thanks Titanic sank 'cause black people weren't allowed on it How's that for power? Spirits get hungry and credentials get devoured Halfway there, they feelin' laissez-faire Personally, I'm more hands on, stand strong As a late evening doppio Long face at the supermercado Merriment stammer lopside Coded messages on gamma ferric oxide I'm a terrorist with a mock Mai Tai Blissed out on the sunset Askin' my son, "are you having fun yet?" He grins loudly, how his granny did We be black as some mission figs Flourishing future to past And that's what the mission is Remain unashamed to be sensitive As such is the first stage of vigilance As such is the first stage of vigilance As such is the first stage of vigilance To be sensitive, dig Two weeks after turning 19 I gave birth to my first born, my son Four months later, I had my first panic attack I remember lying down I remember putting my son down, unable to catch my breath Ashy as my turban is Bad mood, citing atmospheric disturbances Detritus and oil fields Place littered with human shields Hosts for delinquents I'm just tryin' to remember the next pose in the sequence Six four and my back hurts Mixmaster wrote the passwords Known for choppin' samples and evading capture Obnoxious laughter, jazz and rapture A structured approach to letting go Coached from your very own stereo Chest feeling so tight and just lying on the bed crying Certain I'm fast about to die "The Spring Cricket Considers the Question of Negritude" I was playing my tunes all by myself I didn't know anybody else who could play along Sure, the tunes were sad, but sweet too And wouldn't come until the day gave out You know that way the sky has of dangling her last bright wisps? That's when the ache would bloom inside until I couldn't wait I knelt down to scrape myself clean And didn't care who heard