On The Afternoon Drive (Can't Wait 2 Due This) Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

you know we gotsa
bring the heat...
cruising to the
ole skool vibing feat...
taling us what and who we bee like
from our own software created
to the hardware created
and if you got your hands in the air
praising the elevator indigenous inventor (another reason why them societal racists be salty well they need detox to they liver or face they knees in the cradle position wetting they bed shaking in they shivers)
then keep on improving the results
file your patent of improvement
str8 tripping on the obsolete
cause ain't nuthin changed
so the funk bee
humpin
and poppin
Gz stay on the rise
waving to the bounce
the palm trees shaking
cause the rattlesnake told em too
as the tambourine in the hand of a Vodun practitioner shook
so did my existence into another territory before a sinkhole sunk
on the afternoon drive....