dis brotha'

...ripped my heart out with his rhyme
damn! we used to have good times
memories cross my mind now and again
i just couldn't help the way i felt 'bout him
here i go driving down memory lane....
thinking back on those sexy times
when i wanted lemonade he was my lime
gave me a dollar when all i needed was a dime
damn! he was so fly, so fine
we used to have the best of times
recently been wondering how he spends his time -
and with who, now that our present is the past
memories jumping out at me in old photographs
our lives together were like the indentations in new paragraphs
he could as easily as with a silly face evoke a laugh
i was the free thought ingenue, he was witty half
thinking back on it i know we couldn't last
was feeling like a caged bird wings growing fast
and him being stifled by the shadows he'd cast
but damn! we sure did have a blast!
we sure did have great times
sometimes i miss him and his rhymes.

dis brotha' was part of my becoming.