Spring has arrived and hip hop is on my mind
attacking it like a beast of beats, rhymes and lyrics
the bassline to my heartbeat
the thump-a-thump thump shakin' my car seat

The sun came up this morning and the pollen released its spores
like a needle to a record spreading sound waves across the sound board
cuts and fades, perms and waves
jellys and chucks are all back like old b-boys and b-girls from the block

Time to put the lumberjacks away in the cedar chest to keep it fresh
and break out the denim with the sewn in creases
time to sit on the stoop and people watch and party and bullshit
cause spring is here and hip hop is on my mind
like a cousin who went away to boarding school and tried to come back all bourgesie until she felt the first vibrations of that new Peanut Butter Wolf,
Heard the first riffs of the Roots Live in concert and felt the snare of the drum kick her square in her ass

Ain't no gettin away from this once you been claimed
cause hip hop don't play
some say it's dead but its just been hibernating

and as it awakens from its 20 year slumber
shedding and sloughing the perpetrators and dusting off its broad shoulders
it rouses
smiles
brushes its teeth
gargles
washes its face
dons its freshest gear
laces up its old school j's
packs a duffle bag of mix tapes and Jessica Care Moore
throws on a fitted
steps outside
breathes in fresh air
and walks down the road
hitching a ride to redemption