Go

Este post é dedicado expressamente a duas pessoas muito especiais para mim.
Uma delas, o Marco, dizia-me há uns dias no seu habitual tom gozão - o que eu gosto de o ouvir dizer "chabalo" - que o meu blog tinha muita poesia...
Pois bem, Marquito, esta é para te provar que eu não estou só atento às letras de músicas triste, profundas ou depressivas de alguma maneira.
A musiquita chama-se "Go", pertença do sr. Common, um rapper norte-americano, e pode ser encontrada no seu último àlbum do qual agora não me lembra o nome.

She was a bad the type at the club niggaz would grab her
Fantasized when I had her, in the bathroom sweatin' with her ass up
The body of a dancer, we had chemistry cuz she was a Cancer
Thought forever it would last for, but forever move faster, so I had to go
Still I gotta pause when I think about her in dem draws
And baby she liked it raw and like rain when she came it poured
And like a car that I can't afford I would want it, then want some more
The positions our frames explored let me know she was secure, back for more
Freaky like the daughter of a pastor, said I was bait for her to master
Little red corvette now she was faster, wet dreams Le'maire cream the bathroom
We made love and then laughter, and anyway I wanted I could have her
Said there were some girls that did attract her, a new chapter she was after so I said let's go
To a place that you wanna be, get what you want from her and me
Free love I wanna see, hot sex in the third degree
You gettin' served while servin' me, dirty words encourage me to
Rock steady and sturdily on, you turnin' me no turnin' back the further we go

A outra pessoa importante? Não queriam mais nada, não?