My Boombox

boom BOX, boom-buh-boom BOX
Boom boom BOX, buh-boom BOX
I had a little boombox since the age of eleven
playin mix tapes from sun up till the sun was settin
and forgettin how the time was passin
lettin hip hop seep into my skin till that's what I was sweatin
with my little boombox I got at age eleven
makin loops from deck to deck's how I was gettin
beats over which I could be expressin
then go jettin, over to my cousins Johnny and Kevin
and be bettin, who could be the dopest like the jams neverendin
played on my boombox at seven
in the AM or PM, wherever I was headin
my boombox would follow though old folks be frettin
bout how the volume's too loud, they'd shout and threaten
but rapper's delight and the message got me ascendin
into heaven, in my adidas I'd be treadin
in my brown suede tobaccos at the age of eleven
poppin and lockin, doin the robot and threadin
fat laces through my sneaks, and dream about gettin
a fresh track suit, or chain, so I'd be sweatin
my pops for cash, or maybe my Uncle Devon
who gave me my boombox when I turned eleven
that little boombox I had since age eleven
my boom BOX, ba-boom BOX
boom boom BOX
boom BOX



copyright A. Bansfield, 2002