Have you ever desired something so bad
That you’d want it all over again every morning
Right after you died to it the previous night
empty bed empty sheets lonely pillow
Last night those dreams kept me awake
Like the ghost of my future that loved me enough
To come back and keep me fueled
All through my toddler tales and puberty lies
I knew my stories of yesterday night
Would start and end with
Music and dance… and dance.
Not always on my feet
Sometimes in my head with the beat
I fall and sleep right there, yes right there
On False dance floors
that have real marks carved in deep
by moves that had to be learnt
those marks deserve to be forgiven
for telling my story too insanely
but what do I know about sanity
because As soon as the music is on
mentality don’t happen no more
That soul won’t stop.
And there’s a section of my heart
That Makes it’s way to my head
and I know I need I need an asylum.
i am, never going to be the same.
So Rich mzungu don’t come to my Afrika
Unless you build me mansions for kizomba
And halls for tango, Rambo and salsa
Streets for hip hop. Oh hip hop, my love…
real dance floors To fall on to
how can I sleep now sand man?
I smell that insomnia from an age away
I can see that fulfillment from a prayer a day
I can hear that waltz from a tide at bay
that soul won’t stop
that love can’t go
it’s too late