connecting*the*dots

hittin’ the snooze ’til a quarter past seven
dreaming my ass off
felt like heaven
looking down on the bk masses
watching the chicas
class is in session
sitting in the back
tossing the hack
walking a thin line
steppin’ around cracks
in his armour
as i take the ball to him
posting up, leaning in,
spinning down
rolling in
an old school release
with a modern, sharpened elbow
room for rent
on the other side of town
closer to comfortable digs
i just have to get up to get down..
GET UP!
it’s eight in the morning and work’s on the other side of town