Black Motion is Ocean’s Deep.
What’s the matter with you Black? Do I sometimes stand in your way? Halt your ever flowing stream of ambition?
Am I the reason you’ve gone uptown? Dropped out of sight without rhyme or reason. Ditched your country bason for a p-coat.
Do these country roots run too deep? In the city, where the crooks jump at ankles and a new you may blossom, are you happy? Have you found relief without me? Free from my grasp chaining you down. Free from my questions and petitions.
Black let me ask you a question. Give me the time. One day when there is time. May I visit, and sit for a while. It would make me smile just to see you.