Sunday, January 19, 2020

The Emancipation of Gentrified Cornbread

You told me to break a leg,
So I tore my ACL.

Back when I told them I would see you yesterday
Or the day before Sunday
But definitely not tomorrow
Or the day after Thursday.
And I already know what happened to Monday.

You ain't been the same since John Witherspoon or Bernie passed,
And I know it's the wrong time to mention the diuretics, blockers, or vasodilators,
But I rather see you see you standing vertical now,
Versus horizontal later.

I know it's been rough and the Golden Corral nor Wendy Williams called you back.
Mom still waiting on you to take the chicken out the freezer
And come home when the streetlights came on.
But It's only a failure when you stop trying.

You told me to break a leg,
So I hit my knee against the coffee table.

This could have all been avoided if you put her in your Top 4 on Myspace.
Y'all were more cohesive than Penny & Dejanae, Dennis Rodman and his hairdresser, or anything with Zax sauce.
But you took the blue line without me or even a slingshot

Now you're sitting outside the Cascades and they asking you questions aboutt the
Blood on your new FUBU and Shawn Bradley's.
Told you to pull yourself up by the boot straps but you only own slides,
And you don't have any hands anyways, I saw taking a pavement nap on WorldStar

They told you to never let them you see cry
But you're a cancer and had just left the greatest Corinne Bailey Rae/Fantasio Barrino concert.
I gave you those box of tissues, peanut M&Ms, and 227,760 hours of my time and I don't even care if you don't call me on my birthday.

You told me to break a leg,
But I only had a wishbone
And let you have the big piece.
Because my wish had already been granted


Image result for thundercat album cover
"Drunk" By Thundercat helped me follow a bassline as I come to have a conversation between Jonathan along with JODY and Jonny,




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