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What can happen on an average beautiful day? You never know. Summer brings seasonal changes; it gets hot for a brother. On a beautiful sun- shiny day, I felt real free check out what happened to me.
A nice breeze going through my hair, I’m loving how it feels right now! Beautiful people around: man, women, child. Kids with the Hula hoops hips going round. Mothers breast-feeding, kids lips pressing down. Beautiful-ist women: white, yellow, red, black, brown and dreads. Melting pot going down! Definitely an aphrodisiac crowd. And it’s time for me to go on stage right now! I take command of the mic like POW! Six o’clock white woman in the 6th aisle. She and her friend be smiling at me so wild, and I must admit she has a beautiful smile!
I’m loving the sunshine, can’t help the way I feel, in the sunshine
Folks to the right won’t ya raise ya hands and the folks to ya left won’t ya raise ya hands.
From the front to the back won’t ya raise ya hands everybody in the joint won’t ya raise ya hands.
After the show there was an autograph signing and she squeezed back stage and got in line and…I was wrapped up with the fans Sharpie in my hand, there she goes again, beautiful smile long hair, brushed across my hand like silk I swear, no lie. This is not me trying to deny who I am nor my race, I know my black sisters are constantly debased, and the truth is black berries are my taste but I’m high off possibilities of this thing blossoming so I just give it a try. As she handed her num… I felt a little numb inside of my mind feeling like I just betrayed all of my kind. But without no delay, without more to say, without no consideration for my race she said,”yo why don’t you come to my place”. I said, “right away”
I’m loving the sunshine, can’t help the way I feel, in the sunshine.
Many would have me say that this girl was evil. We both human beings and I know we equal, but we hung out and talked and we walked and things. And some brothers gave me stares I said that ain’t fair we two humans beings here. And I ain’t confused, I know my history’s clear, the sunshine’s beaming on both kinds of hair. Wisdom speaking loud, some folks don’t want to hear.There’s nothing new under the sun, many things that was had to succumb to the rhythm of the drum cuz we’re children of the son. And only he’s seen what has been seen since the beginning of day one. And the truth is this story is more of a lesson. I’m actually married to a sister that’s a black one. But under the sun what ever color your attracting, just remember loves and action word and character is more so what we should prefer.
I’m loving the sunshine, can’t help the way I feel, in the sunshine