Holla at Cha

:Sterling L. Brown

walk on by
customary head nod
maybe, wave two fingaz
perhaps a fist, jabbing air
but don't stop those feet
from moving you on yo way.

I see you making moves
finally goin' to that interview
maybe headed to class
so glad you don't want me no mo.
I don't want cho kisses no mo
so keep goin' on yo way.

Seen you in the cafeteria
chewing on some otha' brotha's nerves
I wiped my chagrin with a napkin
wrinkles on my forehead said, "what's happenin?"
but I don't speak, not to you
best just go on yo own way.

As you walk past me
I hear that your heels still
make music with your toes, on time.
Now Pachabel's cannon rounds
sound of heavy metal, I'm nauseated
play faster, heels toes move, on yo way.

My momma said you called
daddy seen you downtown, smokin a square
I dreamt about you once or twice.
Get the fuck out my head
you not holding me, but let me go
two fingaz and a fist, nodded head saying

I'll holla at cha
later.