Venturing across the mellow side of the city,
Bending corners abundantly
Is where we find our getaway,
from concrete made for concentration camps.
Raybans, we block hates with
The story of the Afros is all but a myth.
My antennas to the universe, the one of its kind.
It rises to the heavens.
We know very well !! who we are!
So we sitback,
now watch the sunrays embellish her melanated skin
while glycening her teeth.
Away from the city we dip.