hip-hop saved my life, but only after I gave Jesus a fair shot. Atmosphere's Sevens Travels popped my cherry before I ever took my pants off for a boy.
Freestyle lyrics met with freestyle movement
and sidewalk beats filled their silences with ascending and descending electronic flights of fancy and bootylicious bass-drops.
My reflex to drop it low cannot be stopped I discover joyfully: my hips and arms explore the radius of physical space
drip trip melt into a river of vocals and tribal yearning within sound-games.
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