Dancing in the Dark (2019)

Fashion show,

At last he flows,

Harken back to the days long gone,

Where a hottie was reminiscing

Over her encounter with the Don,

Her excitement was like prime MJ throwing a lob to LeBron,

The one and only,

Venus flames, and planets of Tender Roni(s),

Galactic conquests,

Too involved with altering landscapes

To give a bleep about any contest,

I mean sheesh, let the Don rest,

It was his season like autumn leaves and football,

A handsome rebel ever since he could crawl,

Kept God in his message,

So he was cool enough

To hang around the legends or the peasants,

Dime pieces considered his mere presence a blessing,

Years of glory, stories told by the fireplace,

Always seen accompanied by women that admire grace,

Was still being pressed about the Planet full of Dons

And other sagas,

Because he penned that molten lava,

A potent roster of that ridiculous jargon,

Fancied upon the most meticulous gardens…

 Romancing in the park,

Led to her dancing in the dark…

Romancing in the park,

Led to her dancing in the dark…   

Indescribable, the way she put it on me,

Even after I smashed other broads

I was still feeling lonely,

Her response was to figure out how to clone me,

So, she could constantly bone me,

The controversy damn near dethroned me,

Had my subconscious on some,

“Why do I even exist?” Complex

No regrets, heavenly was her flesh,

She was into those Duke Ellington piano pieces,

They had her flaming hot

Like a volcano, Jesus!

When the dust settled,

We were left pondering pyramids,

And trying to explain to our maker

What our spirits did,

The flow is special, point blank period…