Before you go thinkin your girl B is all hip-hop, let me remind you, that I am disheveled.
Been a straight mess for years.
In a past life, I was even married, raising a small child.
And yeah, at one point there were lofty aspirations to be a husband and wife musical duo.
Let me tell you, them dreams were squashed with heaps of reality and a lack of creative compatibility.
Kindred, we did not become.
except in the context of this song to the extent which is that when you have a small child ruling the schedule, you do have to work it out to get it in.
This post is not meant to be a reminisce to back when me -n- the baby fadda used to do "it",
but really more of a chance to share this very nice, very funky, tune by Philly's own, Kindred.
Cuz I was listening to it today in the car, and the tune be bumpin. Moms and Dads turn it up.
And honestly, I don't even think you need to have kids to appreciate the fact that in this busy world, you gotta sneak that stuff in to make it happen sometimes.
West Philly representa.
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