Still life moving

Adolescent barrio lotharios Memorize & recite       cinematic cadillac advice                             holdin summer night summits                             on other people's cars Got romance down to a science  like alchemy & more than happy To explain How to get to second base                             by feelin up the cleavage                             in the virgin/whore dichotomy Girl lean over & unlock yo door  hey Don't unlock it   ho                                                   everybody nods & then                                                   my man tris                                                   raises the bar                                                   on that foolishness                                                   like buss this If a chick doesn't think Rakim is the illest mc ever                     then man I can't fuck with her on any serious level Everybody nods                           i squint                                             into my brew                                             & try to strip                                             the concrete off the streets Imagining harlem When these hills Were covered with trees & teemed with dinosaurs I smile around my straw Replace papi's cornerstore With a triceratops & reflect that cats ain't got No less hardheaded Since the mesozoic era On this block                                  for evidence you can check                                                  my homey brett                                         the projects' best defense                                         against a t rex on the flex                                   even the way                                         he offers you a beer                                         is like a threat Dudes been known to jet Rather than deal with him & yet You gotta give the cat respect                                          the crazy                                        spic-mick deck you in a sec                                        blackbelt meathead                                        lives in a world without regret Now & forever The unofficial president Of the neighborhood pride association                                 meaning the only one   old school enough                                     to scrap for his block's reputation One of those Dudes whose Broma favorita's pissing Right where people chillin Instead of over on the wall                           cats pick theyselves up quick Askin what the fuck's the matter                                                 with you                                                            as they scatter                                 only response they ever get is laughter Busybody blockparty mamis Swoop offa stoops Like pterodactyls If they smell a fight                                      but nowadays not much jumps off                                     to get them moving It's just cats sittin chillin   bullshittin                                                 doin nothin Empty cervezas frias jutting   from the pavement                                                         like stalagtites A lack of activity Partly due To the market's Relative stability                                     twelve years ago                                     in the late                                     shitisfuckedup period                                     this block was hyperactive                                     knee deep delirious                                     in a crack economy                                   oldtimers got war stories like iraqis                             but today                             a little bit of lley                             & lotsa weed                             is all you see Next to the roti spot Some muneca even opened a boutique It's always empty But then again so is papi's deli Except for overripe platanos Stale dutchies & brew The tv repair shop Except for electronic junkheaps & four mujeres gordas Playin poker in the backroom & the unisex salon Except for three bored bellas Watchin telenovelas & a clownmouthed pink lipstick wearin Anciana from my building Who stops in with her dog to talk Only business on its feet appears to be The chinese takeout kitchen Which in addition to flippin Sweet n sour chicken & pork fried rice Has now diversified In order to embrace a wide Multicultural variety Of shit you can fry Let me tell you You ain eaten Until you had platanos szechuan style                                                    straight out the wok                                                    with a little soy sauce                                                 don't think that shit                                                 won't hit you off Cats go in there so much They know everybody's name   address   diet                             if he notice you ain orderin enough iron                             money throw some spinach                             in with your kung po shrimp                                                              no extra charge Even got free delivery For when you too treed up To walk a half a street up                                   so it's no wonder                                   styrofoam combination plate containers                                   greased with emptysqueezed                                   packets of duck sauce                                   blow across                                   the sidewalks of the block As coolbreeze dances With the merengue Jimmy's blastin on his box                                      two a.m. & no                                      callate silencio                                         from viejos in windows                                         no noise reports no   cops             plus when they do roll through they strangely cool       all they say is quiet down or move it to the park I'm telling you Rita got a fat ass                              pass the blunt                                           damn it's still too goddamn hot                        wish mami'd sent me to summer camp like ramon Man fuck that nasty coldass lake & fuck ramon Tomorrow we gonna take a wrench to that fire hydrant                                           & go swimmin citystyle