Black Poetry : Friday Night Heaven

[NittyGrit]

sultry swaying hips
briskly tapping toes
syncopated dips
performed by dance floor pros

can I have this dance
girl looks at him
tales of lost romance
in the form of ghetto hymns

whatch ya'self!
you ount know nothin' 'bout that!
somebody call for help
he 'bout to through out his back

captivating lyrics
everybody's song
elevated spirits
dancing all night long

speakers thumping loud
bodies snuggled near
under the noisy crowd
sweet nothings in the ear

hundred degree heat
still nobody stops
got to move my feet
and feel the body rock

you talk about Friday nights
I'll say Heaven on earth
you talk about enjoying life
I'll say for all its worth

NittyGrit01

 

[GQ]

Umm Hmm...That's Right!

Nitty,

This stunk of ATL mos' def!!!

Dug it like that!!!

Peace/
GQ

 

[$$RICH$$]

yes indeed nitty

sho nuff on point on da real!!!
feelin' dis

 

[Da Street So'ja]

yo Grit

out in the club
rub a dub
sip a bud
for a night be the stud

see the one
grab a hon
get that bell rung
to the morning sun

out on the strip
you the man - you it
don't forget the survival kit
Peace to ATL Peace to Grit

>DSSNY<

 

[MsDLite]

as if...!

you gotta enjoy this...
life

smooth flow~