Coon Rapids

Coon Rapids

By Nana Aforo



The impetus for this disingenuous limitless is something

you could see if you were me. I happen to think it's a miracle

that I'm lyrical and indeed the world does seem sometimes evil

and I am in someways spiritual. Haranguing back to the past and

further back when we were hanging.



The wise ones would take their soul's fire and spark up some lyric

and get higher no drugs required just a yearning to be free. So

when I say disingenuous it's that spirits haunt the back yard and

later invade the home simply because it's elemental so it's naturally

manifested with in em', and did you know your heart has rhythm.



I'm an escape artist so I'll hide in the margin and later invite you

in once I make it clean but then again, forget it, we're all dirty.

So tadow, here I am now.



No longer an affliction of the diction but a blessing of our

collective soul multiple decades ago because the second crack

epidemic came right after the year 1990; even white people were

using it. They enjoyed the tender love and care and it was all that. 

Not killing but bringing people to life. I was listening casual but then

because of my brother Nas made me look and I was forever shook.



Till then I had never looked in and there I was, waiting. So don't

tell me you can't step, dance, breath, stretch, shake because inside

natural rhythms reside so you've got to listen because your heart has

rhythm.



The best  advice anyone ever gave me was to get lost, and what

I found was a pen. Only me on that track and so the story began.