歌手:西原健一郎
专辑:《Humming Jazz》

Consider my love
The days when we were
Together so young
Our love was enough
Remember?
1974
The Lord put me on this planet with a plan to be as hard as granite
Calm spirit, no panic at the childbirth
Verse read
Mother shaped my head with a kiss
“Damn! he got a strong grip…” as I suckled
My Father’s knees buckled from the joy
Luck would have it that this bouncing baby boy would
Gravitate towards being
Poetic, Emceein' in the future
But for now on the nipple like a hookah
Fast forward, play games and duke a bit
The years progress
Messed with cats that dib and dabbled in chess
Less strategical but meaningful
Growing was completed so fast
3rd grader doing 5th grade math
Knew the library staff and half the books I read shed light
Damn! Those Arabian Knights
Was influenced by love that be of my birthright
Consider my love
The days when we were
Together so young
Our love was enough
Remember?
Sundays at church, watching the preacher work the pulpit
Sit next to Ma
Pay attention or you’d get pent against the wall
Times was serious but love conquered
Above sponsors of hate
So we had to relate in those days
Hip Hop was ill
Conforming to the whack performing was unreal
And listen that’s real!
We’d kill for a chance to go dance and wop
Pop music was hot and new
Boys would pop and groove with high tops and loose shoes
To hip hop that incorporated jazz and blues
In high school, arts were plentiful
Magnetic programs romance was synthetic
Dead it in a minute so much love, but love I’m tryin to get it
Through roads and streets
Avenues and creeks
Seek what my heart desires buying tracks that meet
Complete now so…
Consider My Love
The days when we were
Together so young
Our love was enough
Remember?
Those family functions
No interruptions
Bustin “The Dozens” on kin folk
Mainly your cousins
It’s all love
In good spirit
Used to hear it from the older generation
Chasin' them dreams and stacking cream for all of us
We used to boost a bit
Young kids with the itch to have them cool fits and fly kicks, Nike Dunks
California raised, so the hustle was engrained from day one
Fake one’s that front
Give it up
Childhood was good
From Stockton to Inglewood
Boggs Tract in fact is where the foundation lies at
Now Mac trucks back up to speed the track up
I plead, don’t crack up the dirt before we act up
From the foot to the brain impact cuts the soul deep
A whole heap but peep we still gain
Things have changed but memories stay the same
This brave heart parts with…
Consider My Love
The days when we were
Together so young
Our love was enough
Remember?