Consider my love

The days when we were

Together so young

Our love was enough

Remember?

1974

The Lord put me on this planet with a plan to be as hard as granite

Calm spirit, no panic at the childbirth

Verse read

Mother shaped my head with a kiss

“Damn! he got a strong grip…” as I suckled

My Father’s knees buckled from the joy

Luck would have it that this bouncing baby boy would

Gravitate towards being

Poetic, Emceein' in the future

But for now on the nipple like a hookah

Fast forward, play games and duke a bit

The years progress

Messed with cats that dib and dabbled in chess

Less strategical but meaningful

Growing was completed so fast

3rd grader doing 5th grade math

Knew the library staff and half the books I read shed light

Damn! Those Arabian nights

Was influenced by love that be of my birthright

Consider my love

The days when we were

Together so young

Our love was enough

Remember?

Sundays at church, watching the preacher work the pulpit

Sit next to Ma

Pay attention or you’d get pent against the wall

Times was serious but love conquered

Above sponsors of hate

So we had to relate in those days

Hip Hop was ill

Conforming to the whack performing was unreal

And listen that’s real!

We’d kill for a chance to go dance and wop

Pop music was hot and new

Boys would pop and groove with high tops and loose shoes

To hip hop that incorporated jazz and blues

In high school, arts were plentiful

Magnetic programs romance was synthetic

Dead it in a minute so much love, but love I’m tryin to get it

Through roads and streets

Avenues and creeks

Seek what my heart desires buying tracks that meet

Complete now so…

Consider My Love

The days when we were

Together so young

Our love was enough

Remember?

Those family functions

No interruptions

Bustin “The Dozens” on kin folk

Mainly your cousins

It’s all love

In good spirit

Used to hear it from the older generation

Chasin' them dreams and stacking cream for all of us

We used to boost a bit

Young kids with the itch to have them cool fits and fly kicks, Nike Dunks

California raised, so the hustle was engrained from day one

Fake one’s that front

Give it up

Childhood was good

From Stockton to Inglewood

Boggs Tract in fact is where the foundation lies at

Now Mac trucks back up to speed the track up

I plead, don’t crack up the dirt before we act up

From the foot to the brain impact cuts the soul deep

A whole heap but peep we still gain

Things have changed but memories stay the same

This brave heart parts with…

Consider My Love

The days when we were

Together so young

Our love was enough

Remember?