Sometimes I rock this jam
picturing me as the starring ham
that’s all in love.
Far from Sir Prince’s crying dove…
Framing this day with no invoking beef.
Today I feel like 1998 – Ms. Lauren of Fugee.
Ooo wee and yes indeed.
Beyond what happened to the strength of her career
Life is still hers, so for that — I yield a cheer!
“Warm as the sun dipped in black…”
I listen, reminisce and admire the days back…
“Sweet prince of the ghetto.”
Good MEMORIES taste like Armoretto.
This day is shaping up early to be one of the sweetest,
with arms wide open, ready to love, sip and heed this.
It’s a moment.
Dare you feel and jump on it?
It’s The Sweetest thing…