Apollo

Harlem.new.york.2007

Sitting around my apartment on 127th st... my wife was out of town... i had a pile of drugs and nowhere to be... we were around the corner from the apollo theater... and i was doing a lot of late night walking... babbling to bodega workers and unbelievably not getting killed.

My good friends lex and joey had come over to install ceiling fans as i was finishing the song, so... what else to rhyme with malcom x, but lex? you can′t take a subway to arthur ave in the bronx, but the bus ride's worth it for the mexican guys selling raw cherry stones on the half shell in front of the fish markets... a friend laughed and said this is my redemption song... he was probably high.

Three in the morning

Think I′ll walk down to Marcus Garvey and get some air

Shake off the warning

A couple of ghosts we could rustle and wake 'round here

Kissing the goodnight

In my blood red cowboy shirt, my medicine

Whisper the bright lights

Chi Lites, Four Tops, Smokey Robinson

When my day's begun

I ride my chariot around the sun

Like Apollo

Made a decision

A cold bodega tall boy on Malcom X

Sharing the vision

A dimebag disaster with my friend Lex

Love out of danger

My baby rides from Arthur Avenue

Swap it with strangers

Smack that wall child proving you are through

When my day′s begun

I ride my chariot around the sun

With the damage done

I ride my chariot around the sun

When the song is sung

I swing my baby′s love around the sun

Like Apollo

Wake up

To the rays of love

Get up

To the rays of love

Stand up

To the rays of love

Get up

To the rays of love

Like Apollo