Harlem.new.york.2007
Sitting around my apartment on 127th st... my wife was out of town... i had a pile of drugs and nowhere to be... we were around the corner from the apollo theater... and i was doing a lot of late night walking... babbling to bodega workers and unbelievably not getting killed.
My good friends lex and joey had come over to install ceiling fans as i was finishing the song, so... what else to rhyme with malcom x, but lex? you can't take a subway to arthur ave in the bronx, but the bus ride's worth it for the mexican guys selling raw cherry stones on the half shell in front of the fish markets... a friend laughed and said this is my redemption song... he was probably high.
Three in the morning
Think I'll walk down to Marcus Garvey and get some air
Shake off the warning
A couple of ghosts we could rustle and wake 'round here
Kissing the goodnight
In my blood red cowboy shirt, my medicine
Whisper the bright lights
Chi Lites, Four Tops, Smokey Robinson
When my day's begun
I ride my chariot around the sun
Like Apollo
Made a decision
A cold bodega tall boy on Malcom X
Sharing the vision
A dimebag disaster with my friend Lex
Love out of danger
My baby rides from Arthur Avenue
Swap it with strangers
Smack that wall child proving you are through
When my day's begun
I ride my chariot around the sun
With the damage done
I ride my chariot around the sun
When the song is sung
I swing my baby's love around the sun
Like Apollo
Wake up
To the rays of love
Get up
To the rays of love
Stand up
To the rays of love
Get up
To the rays of love
Like Apollo