A Sunday Kind Of Love

I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night

Yo, Etta James sang that song with all of her heart. She put her "lifetime in between the paper's lines" and played the deck of cards she got dealt. There's something about music. There is so much to it still left unchartered. unexplored. unenjoyed.

We search for meaning and rhyme with less reason, yet all's fair in love and war. We tango with text mesages, shout-out miscellaneous muthafuqas in the third person, and dance with wolves who'll prey on you if they catch you sleepin. But when our backs are against the wall, it takes much more than cojones to get by. We need someone in our corner to hold us down, keep us grounded, and keep the pressure on.

on a lonely road that leads to nowhere

Li'l Dap from Group Home never really got recognized for all of the ill analysis he used to kick. While the Nutcracker wasn't the best PNC, Dap more than made up for his subparness with some fiery lyrics that had plenty tape deck rewind buttons working out.

I keep it real you keep it to yourself and don't say jack
Every time I turn around and you're all on my back
For what? I don't know. These devils won't leave me alone
I've been here for 20 years and here to stand my ground
And these devils gettin' open but they can't get down

We resist temptation. We fight adversity. We forget to pay bills and get caught up in beauracratic red tape for the sake of credit scores and societal perceptions. Yet, how often do we do things just to be happy? Sometimes we make sacrifices just for the sake of trying to be happy, but it doesn't necessarily bestow that instantanously gratifying happiness we had anticipated. Sometimes it take a little more time.

Oh shit, don't tell me my n!ggaz got lost in time
My n!ggaz are dying before their time
My n!ggaz are serving unjust time
My n!ggaz are dying because of.. time

But it's that same notion of time that renders me equally perplexed and helpless. Like Saul Williams' piece from Slam, I'm reminded of its ending as he reflects of the mising pieces of his puzzle. And then I read about a shooting in front of the bowling alley last night while I was inside at the time. And then I recall DivaMari informing me that her and another youth worker have been notcing a lot more red in the attire of a certain neighborhoods youth. And so, how do I come to grips with the pitiful realities that some things are just out of my hands and everyone cannot be saved. Thus, I am both saddened and frustrated so I come full circle back to a state of wanting to be happy, but if that happiness jeopardizes me or any of my loved ones then we gonna have a problem and then I realize...I need to take some time to just chill out. And relax. And lay back and enjoy this rainy Sunday because what looks like crazy on an ordinary day is me simply adjusting to a new blue sky enveloped by my dreams and for all my wants, I only need a few of them. So I could go on and on with all this streamed typing but now I'm hungry because time waits for no one and all i really want is to be happy like Mary J said, so fuq it. I need some fried okra and Kool-Aid right about now. That good shT.