Urban Poetry

I was on the eighteen headin' downtown
when I heard a tin beat headseat turned around
Dude asked if it was cool..."the ipod too loud"?
I said it didn't matter, you make yo gangsta proud

He smiled and he asked me "you wanna sit here?"
This joint is so dope
the message too clear
I said "I'm not a fan, I like the rock n roll"
he said give this a listen
it' ll do good to your soul

it's called Urban Poetry
the voice of all these passin streets
every corner tells a story
there's blood in every single beat
It sounds like sex and violence
but the real one's lived the news
put it all together
it's a modern day blues

Well, he knew alot more then he let on
he mentioned Led Zep and Stevie Ray Vaughn
He said, "them cats are hip hop, know you dont believe
It starts with Robert Johnson on up to Jay Z"

Then he pulled out a gitar from under the seat
startin riffin Hendrix hummin a Snoop beat
it's all raw and primal, then he grunted a note
"pain and pleasure
from 19th century folks"

it's called Urban Poetry
the voice of all these passin streets
every corner tells a story
there's blood in every single beat
It sounds like sex and violence
but the real one's lived the news
put it all together
it's a modern day blues

Last edited by Fdemetrio; 02/19/18 07:57 AM.