fantacular

blaring boom box in my mind
get all freaky time and time
bust a move and jump a bit
take yo time, let's make it flip

what you got, show me bro
don't be spittin when it's time to go
the words of the vernacular
make a difference, make a fantacular

i'm making up words that i don't even know
like zeolid and khalib and layon and tweeze
they are the words of my children
how i pray for them on my knees

the kids grow up and daddy's left on the dancefloor
trying to pick up a girlfriend
she ain't having any
his game just got dunked

berate yourself in the mirror beyond dawn
you could have had her, it's cold out tonight
i should have offered her my coat
a mitten, a scarf

but no, my mind don't think
it doesn't create sparks
i bounce in a cabbie
take me to central park

no one around, i take a look at my watch
midnight on the dot, i'm supposed to meet my mark
he's on time with a hat on his head
he looks at me, then i see her, jogging around

it's the girl from the dancefloor
looking for me, no doubt
she told me that I forgot my cell phone as i left the bar
she came up to me and hugged me

making eye contact in the dark
another spark
i added my number so you can call me anytime
god bless to you all
and to all a good night