a Hoodoo freestyle

I'm gonna spit a rhyme about tha Hoodoo
but I couldn't spit and it get heard by you
So I gotta type it on this keyboard
on my same machine as my e-sword.

The Hoodoo is a van I drove 'round town
the above pic is of the Hoodoo broke down
I drove 'round Brenham, pickin up my clique
the Hoodoo got so hot, it make you wanna stick
Ya head out the window to catch some of the breeze
when I pulled up, my boyz holla "please,
why you gotta pick us up in the blue van?
why you trippin' and not drivin' the white one man?"

I quickly would reply,
look my boys in the eye,
asking why they hatin' on my sweet ride
I drive 'round town,
throwin' hata's down
When they look upon my ride wit a frown

That's about all I've got to spit
it's hard sometimes when I don't got my clique
to hit a beat on the Hoodoo walls
as I fear that a window's gonna break and fall.

I thought I'd share my final post about Brenham and dedicate it to the Hoodoo. Freestyling is a artform that has probably never been written until now. It's verbal, improv poetry and the kids in the hood are amazing at it. They usually spit about things that aren't very edifying, but they rhyme, and they impress me. So, I hope you all enjoyed the Hoodoo freestlye as much as I enjoyed driving it around this summer.