Drop

The beats fell
through a pulse
ringing my ears
into my feet
setting the pace
of a spoken
street
a new hop
that fell into
my hips
as the words
of thought
freely dropped
from his lips
the soul of youth
parting the right
and giving dose
of medication
made so ill
I soaked in
the flava
until I got
my fill
birthed in
Paul’s Boutique
crossing borders
and unlocking
boundaries of unique
the sounds
of his vibe
and the cruise
of this intergalactic
ride planetary
will never
leave my pace
as the angels
carry his
soul into grace

Dedicated to the memory of MCA of the Beastie Boys who passed to the heavens this week, contributed to Poetics with dVerse Poets Pub with a theme of music this week.

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