Reminds me of the fuzzy tape
My moms used to bump
On Saturday mornings
I’ll always love you by Tito Nieves
Los Beatles turning quick cucarachas
Misplaced montuno mistaken mambo
Timbales off time sidestepping off rhythm
Repertoire been expanded
To regular crossover pop
To be accepted for radio consumption
Conjunction with salsoul y bugalu
But much more sanitized
Revision by hipster critics reviews
To certify the new sensation
Worthy of a watusi to make its way
Out the hood colonial imperialists
Consuming culture quickly disposable
Never recycled through the mic
Heard many tragedies
Like the apathy over
Irresponsible ownership left
The boogie down machine in a vacant lot
Challenge to balance
Hunts Point Palace Latin Quarters Sidestreet
Competing with Wild Palm and Havana Central
Fundamental failure to appreciate Fania
When stations tuned to reggaeton
Darselo en una manera
That never makes you te ta quieta
Only scream wepa asi
This smooth jazz won’t be sponsored
By Don Q and Bacardi
Different poisons brings same death
Those same breaths make you choke on spit
Because the riff comes with short solos
Couldn’t dare witness destruction dolo
Share the agonizing marketing vision
To distance us from ourselves
More confined to the system
Sticks tapping terrorizing timbales
Few decades passed without
Superstars gigging through sazon circuit
About to scream Capicu on the way
To court balancing paz y justicia
On uneven scales peeking through blindfold
To see freedom in funky smoky room
Make sure you bump
Official Africa groove trikita trikitu
2nd Sunday in June
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