spontaneous poem

new york, new york

if change is the only constant

and god is omnipresent

is change not god?

Fun Boyz (Jeremy Henry Street Glitch Remix)

brooklyn, new york

hope you like this sick remix by Jeremy Henry of Haus of Glitch fame. it's the first remix ever done of an original song of mine, so holds a place close to my heart.

and this marks the end of my little lyrics and video upload project i started on christmas eve. congrats to me for a fast turnaround, which can be hard sometimes.


xoxo
thanks for your support and love

Fun Boyz lyrics

brooklyn, new york

in the time since releasing this song, i've found people often misunderstand it, or make a judgment call about it based on the title alone. everyone enjoys things at their own level, so that's quite alright but i did want to post the lyrics here to anyone that's interested in finding out more.

hope you enjoy them!

lyrics:

fun boyz wanna have
fun boyz

what it is? pay attention cause here we go
i'm a live boy reppin' in the castro
i be colorful, my name is KID AKIMBO
i know that you don't know so, so i'm here to tell yo'

i be coming up so listen to my flow
boys these days seem to want a line to tow:
picket fence and other things so hetero
material seems to slow the path of our potential

i see the boys these days
their heads locked in a haze
for cash and money crave
things not ours, not yours

fun boyz wanna have
fun boyz

let me run, let me run, bucky's done gone with it
but AKIMBO just done got started with it
i live to laugh, i dance for fun
and when i start to twerk on the floor i don't see no one like me,
like the way it seems it used to be
when we were confident, radiant, more creative beings
we held outside status as worth something
let's not lose that, until then i'll sing:

i see the boys these days
their heads locked in a haze
for cash and money crave
things not ours, not yours

the world turned to a maze
the man makes you his slave
don't give your life to save it
not ours, not yours

fun boyz
wanna have fun
boyz. fun boyz wanna have fun
boyz

ever stop to wonder
that we be goin' under?
the world's been torn asunder
and we've been taught to plunder it

Mac, Ed Hardy, Dolce, Dior
when'd we become so insecure
that we bought buying as the cure?
are you a man, or are you a whore
or are you a fun boy whose mind's mature
who wants fun boyz?
who wants to have fun
boyz, who wants to have fun
boyz, who wants to have...

(chorus)

i see the boys these days
their heads locked in a haze
for cash and money crave
things not ours, not yours

the world turned to a maze
the man makes you his slave
don't give your life to save it
not ours, not yours