Hey guys,
I heard it said, somebody had told me way back when,
that when we dream it's always
in black and white, well that's something I can't really attest to,
you know, because
I dream in
Technicolor.
I dream that
Dr.
Julius
Irving walked right into the
YMCA
on 52nd and
Chestnut
Street.
He had on a top 10 on one foot
and a
Jack
Purcell on the other.
So, he said he wanted to know
or if I wanted to head down to
Kung
Fu
Theater
at the
Goldman, you know,
or something like that,
that
Bilal and
Jill
Scott and
Patti
LaBelle, ooh,
were playing at the
Spectrum.
He was like, I don't know, it was weird.
He had a basketball for a mouth.
And when he spoke, it was like, I don't know,
a rhythmic dribble or something.
It was cool.
You had to be there.
So, all of a sudden, we're at
Bartram
High, and they're playing
Grats, and
Hank
Gathers
are there, and
Bo
Kimble, and
Pooh
Richardson.
Remember him?
Well, I do.
And
Lionel
Simmons
And
Randy
Wood, it was like a oasis of athletes.
And
Doug
Overton, and, you know,
Dawn
Staley, remember?
Remember?
How she gripped it at
Davids, had it wide open.
The whole city would come and see.
And I was there with
Dr.
Julius
Irving, right?
So I look over and
Maurice
Cheeks and
Alan
Iverson are rapping, really rapping.
And like
Bobby
Dance and
Lady
B was having a party, somebody told me.
And
Coffee
Cam and
Perry
P,
Butterball,
Da
Tough
Crew,
Steady
B,
Cool
C, and
Schoolie
D were gonna be there.
And
Grandmaster
Nell was the
DJ.
Ooh.
Robbie
V was the emcee.
Ooh.
Scanna
Boys popping and rocking.
You know how they do
that thing when they do that.
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
Mr.
Softy
I've been holding
Cheese steak hoagie
So I've got enough to get my tokens
Tasty cake, cupcake
In the summer, a bittersweet
Well, the waste from bully
He got out
Gotta get my mind off the food
Got a dream, another dream,
you know what I mean?
Mustard pretzel, herbs barbeque,
Franks, berry, berry, black cherry soda.
Got a dream, another dream,
get my mind off of food.
Anyway,
Frankie
Beverly is on the radio, singing like sunshine and rain,
yeah, you know the
one, on the boom box in
my neighbor's kitchen.
I get up on the counter and I'm wearing my
flip -flops and pink rollers in my hair and
Miss
Jackie's talking about going down
Belmont
Plat eau,
West
River
Drive,
Exceeding
Speed,
Hunting
Park, 61st
Street, and then all of a sudden,
Shows
Frazier, shouts out the closet,
and kicks
Rocky's ass.
And I was laughing!
Music and film baby, we live in a film baby
Music and film baby,
we live in a film baby
Ain't the mind funny?