“Good Times! Good Times! You know, we talkin’ bout Good Times!”
“Good Times! Good Times! You know, we talkin’ bout Good Times!”
The funk was so heavy, you could see it hanging in the air. People damn near died. It wasn’t too loud, but it was loud, and the rhythm was like some beautiful version of sonic pornography, but for the ears. This wasn’t cheap funk. It was deep funk. Like quicksand, in one of them old Tarzan movies.
But young folk don’t grasp the funk! Nor do they know about Tarzan, let alone Johnny Weissmuller. These youth oriented fools know nothing, have no culture. I don’t mean the down and dirty people from the streets, by the way of they mommy and daddy, living in the sub-suburbs. That’s the burbs that exists just beneath burbs, blue collar, Black, White, Brown, Yellow, Red, burbs. Working man burbs, with boys wiggling they fingers on guitar strings, made from steel. Girls wiggling they hips! Movin’ they lips!
Boys thinkin’ bout girls, girls, and mo' girls! Real men and women. Real boys and girls.
Now, they need to be kind to the other, be they friends, treat them right, protect they asses from harm. But men was made for women, and vice versa. You wanna do it otherwise, that’s your choice. It’s a free country. And just about to be a lot free-er. Yes in deed! Yes in deed!
Bust’a Crab
The funk was so heavy, you could see it hanging in the air. People damn near died. It wasn’t too loud, but it was loud, and the rhythm was like some beautiful version of sonic pornography, but for the ears. This wasn’t cheap funk. It was deep funk. Like quicksand, in one of them old Tarzan movies.
But young folk don’t grasp the funk! Nor do they know about Tarzan, let alone Johnny Weissmuller. These youth oriented fools know nothing, have no culture. I don’t mean the down and dirty people from the streets, by the way of they mommy and daddy, living in the sub-suburbs. That’s the burbs that exists just beneath burbs, blue collar, Black, White, Brown, Yellow, Red, burbs. Working man burbs, with boys wiggling they fingers on guitar strings, made from steel. Girls wiggling they hips! Movin’ they lips!
Boys thinkin’ bout girls, girls, and mo' girls! Real men and women. Real boys and girls.
Now, they need to be kind to the other, be they friends, treat them right, protect they asses from harm. But men was made for women, and vice versa. You wanna do it otherwise, that’s your choice. It’s a free country. And just about to be a lot free-er. Yes in deed! Yes in deed!
Bust’a Crab