i've seen the sky on fire.
i watched my once futures writhing in the flames.
dancing really.
they were that hotness.
poppin' and lockin',
harlem boy shakin',
uprocking,
planet rockin',
b-boy stance,
staring down the stars.
i was awed by the sound,
in dependence of the boom-bap.
boom-boom-boom-bap
bap-boom-boom-bap
boom-boom-bap-bap
bap-boom-boom-bap
and don't forget the hi-hat.
i told my future futures to take notes,
while i watched for falling ash.

posted by adam @ 9:13 PM