Time Travel

Remember summer?

It's the R.

No matter when you start "doin it with the R", it is summer.

"In the summer time
Pockets bulgin'
Somethin's happenin, then I'm indulgin
Music is mine, Gucci seats recline, gold grill
A paint job'll shine.
Pull up in the park and then pop the trunk.
Turn up the bass and let the system thump.
A block party starts to form,
People start to swarm, loud as a ghetto blaster, word is born(bond)
Records remind you of the madness.
The moment it's played...you get gladness
The return of the brother...keepin it up to par....?"


And suddenly it's summer.
And you're placed in some cookout heirarchy.
Maybe you're cooking the food now instead of just getting a plate, those cheap plates with the ridges that don't support your food unless you have that wooden basket that is like a birds nest to put under it. Or maybe you're playing basketball, obivious to it all while your cousins look around at each other, and next year somebody new will be there and somebody old will be gone but rakim plays on.

Ra plays on because he is made of summer. His voice is the collection of the "days in the park" when "rap was an art."

Today is the first day of summer, if you want it to be, if you put on Ra, if you go outside and hear that sound, loud as a ghetto blaster.

posted by childofthesun @ 3:09 AM