Road Trippin’ With My Favorite Ally

Last night, “Daddy writes at least ten pages a day to you in this book so that when you’re older you can read all about my road trips and know how often I thought about you.”
Vinnie flipped through some of the pages and asked, “What’s the title?”
“There is no title, it’s not finished yet. Notice the empty pages? One day, I’m going to give you this book and it’ll have a title then.” He flips to the beginning and points to the chapter named after the Red Hot Chili Peppers song called ‘Road Trippin’.
“Read it to me, daddy.”
It’s about the time I purposely got lost on the Pacific Coast Highway. I read to him about how the Cobalt Blue Pacific Ocean yawns into view as you’re travelling west on Sunset BLVD towards the 1. I read to him about how the West Coast rugged terrain’s beauty was born from all the chaos that comes from sitting on the San Andreas fault. I told him about the steep hills that glitter where the sun reflects off the windows of the beautiful houses scattered among them and how, as you travel North of Malibu, those hillside homes gradually disappear and give way to an unspoiled terrain of gentle slopes covered with swaying grasses and how their confluence of broad colors resemble a constantly changing impressionist painting. I told him how the combination of cool ocean breeze and the warm sun mixed with invigorating vistas is what pacifying on the West Coast is all about.
“I can’t wait for you to see it, buddy!”
“Me too!”

Alright, Vinnie, give daddy a sweet little kiss on his cheek/

before he gets as busy as a bee, packing everything/

and getting ready to meet our Cali family this evening/

Just think, by this time tomorrow morning we’ll be chilling/

on Venice Beach with warm sand underneath your itty bitty feet/

and you’ll know the meaning of itsy bitsy teenie weenie bikini/

Hee-hee, daddy sounds funny when he sings, doesn’t he/

Supernova

In a perfect world I
Probably would have married Mary Casanova
But it was a short emotional rollercoaster
A supernova explosion when we broke up months ago
But I picked up the pieces and started over
A rolling stone, had to move on and I
Wasnt joking when I told her I loved her
but the show must go on
And so the story goes and I go on alone
Frozen, like everyone now and before us
whos heart used to be open then broken
We’re all Flesh blood and bone,
and diagnosed with a cold
and one day we all gotta go
but we all can’t be the chosen ones who
carve these profound words from the stone
Like the confounded King Arthur pulled out the sorcerer’s sword
We are all merely mortals but our words are immortal

Infamous

Shame when one day I’ll have to teach Vinnie what racism is
Will it make sense to him racists will hate him cuz what color his skin is
and that they will discriminate him simply for his ethnicity
Five decades after Martin Luther King and segregation still exists
These pussies just wanna push me into a position to agitate me
Over-exaggerating, aggravating me, Messing with me, effin’ with me
Disrespecting me heavily, testing me ethically
::Amos stay creative, baby::
I’m making them crazy ’cause they
hate the way I’m taking it patiently
Who cares what they saying, anyways
They simply making me more famous, baby
to the point I’m more than famous
Like El Guapo, I’m IN famous
Matter of fact, forget what my real name is
I’m using an alias cuz that shits on a need to know basis
and ya’ll don’t need that information

Dissing me is like Blaspheming the Holy Spirit
It’s a mistake that’ll stop you at the gate, bitch
Unforgivable, so don’t forget it
Unforgettable like Nat Cole
Yep, flow is that cold
but telling you is rhetorical
cuz ya’ll already know