Mine the Gap

Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please don’t disturb this man
When he’s trying to rap

Please stand clear of the closing doors
The closing doors determine my chosen course
When I infiltrate your city like a Trojan Horse

Check the lyrical adventurism, travel writing
With a sense of rhythm; I’m as sensitive as Vikings
When inviting heads to listen to this abstract expressionist
Rap, like Jackson Pollock when he spreads the pigment
This is Baba Brinkman on the underground in London, England
Surrounded by the sound of competition, causing constant friction
A lot of guys probably tryin’ to strive for the top positions
In their offices, and on this ride their eyes are mono-vision
Crawling on the bodies of the hottest vixens, probably thinkin’
“I’ma get my knob licked by all these women once I’ve got the auspicious
Job description, plus the cars and riches
For the proper proposition,” and I’m thinkin’
“All these bankers and doctors and lawyers in training
Probably have a whole lot to offer you gorgeous
And without the enormous wallet and other resources
All I can offer is locked in my cortex, like the knowledge
That this starving artist could rock you entire corpus
Like wild horses, and never let you settle for a child’s portion
But I ain’t sittin’ on the train stunned like James Blunt
So I get off at the next stop to go try to record this

Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please don’t disturb this man
When he’s trying to rap

Please stand clear of the closing doors
The closing doors determine my chosen course
When I infiltrate your city like a Trojan Horse

On this public transit labyrinth in London I’m standin’
On the subway crammed in with a bunch of other average
Companions, when suddenly someone Islamic steps on to
The carriage clutching a lumpy package, and everybody panics
So we’ve gotta stop the train and wait for the cops
To come and confiscate his double club sandwich
I’ve got my iPod on; I’m watchin’, bumpin’ Cut Chemist
As they let him off with a warning and now he’s got a
Suspended sentence, and it’s obvious to everybody now that he’s
Innocent, like 99% of his religious and ethnic brethren
But that never prevented these British citizens from letting
Their suspicions get the better of their stiff upper lips
And forgetting the principles of liberty and justice, just this
Once, to protect the parents of their kids
And now I just missed my connection and I was on my
Way to go see this lady so that I could try to get some
Feminine affection, and now I’m directionless
Like the rest of my generation, so instead of wastin’
My free time chasin’ a feline, I spend the rest of the day
At the train station in a demonstration wavin’ a peace sign

May 2007

© Baba Brinkman




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