Jurassic Park

        I keep my eyes on writers with their ears on beats
Wondering finally if they ever leave the streets
Of if the street keeps rockin' deep down in their soul
Old man in the club not believing he's not old

Or when the kid says daddy who was Red Alert
Does papa not preach about days doin' dirt
Moving sideways or covering dub dance halls
Reminescing about the days of the yes yes yalls

Can it be like forever what it was for me
Thrilling to the black faces on MTV?
Or will it ever mutate and merge with the mainstream
And never revert to the days of the daydreams

When Turbo poplocked with a broom and a pail
Kool Moe Dee dropped wax before CDs were on sale
And Kwame with his hair like Pepe La Pew
Not everybody knows what we've been through

But that's alright we still keep in stride.
The next generation's minds are always fried.
The same game reigns in doorframes in the dark
But a classic's not a classic that's not older than Jurassic Park.