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Subject: 1975:UE Act 1, Scene 7 Author: Sarah [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:41:47 03/30/02 Sat ACT ONE SCENE 7 (Emotion = EXCITEMENT) DRUM BEATS AKA MOVE YOUR FEET (Music: African Drums/Urban intro before word - then acapella at start of the word) (Lighting: random sirens) (Spot to follow Aqiyl who will use the stage freestyle) (Visuals: Clips of police cars - chasing - people's eyes - mix of paranoia & cool) (No dancers) (Aqiyl speaking) Moving through the winds motionless Trapped in space My existence seems to amount to one pace A pace bound within the streets The street lights The flashing white lights The neon lights The New York License plates Yes! I become one with my emotions Trapped Beneath the lost souls of the under The souls of those who bared their feet on the streets Where ghetto drum beats replace sounds of infants Crying in their sleep Where ghetto space jeeps pass by pumping beats Space jeeps orbit around the block Cooked stop lights and stop signs, So you don't have to stop The cops! The cops come to inhale the lost minds Take two hits and pass! Take two hits and pass! Take two hits and pass that brother on to the judge Take two more hits and pass one more brother Back to the streets But if they don't take the feet Keep moving Keep moving Keep moving Move on down these streets Move on… I'm talking about a place where Social workers creep Into the beds of widows when the city is asleep Then the DJs wake up to the bedpost beats And begins to play sounds that resurrect The underground vibes Everyone bought a new wallet When the tribe was underground But now the sound has gone downtown And downtown cats fall in love with Dona Karen While downtown sistas prostitute for Ralph Lauren And little downtown kids begin the first stages Of their existence sucking on breast made out of timberland Where I'm talking about you didn't have a friend But everyone knew about the ten The ten dollars The ten dollars that you can get ready rocks with The ten dollars that you can get into a club with so you can spit watered down game to a queen who just sold her ebony, ivory, and gold to these streets. These damn streets got us locked in and out With bolt locks on our feet So movement can't be complete And incomplete eyes can't sleep When they can't look you in the eyes. You only wake up and realize that you've been baptized Into this way of life Where refrigerators get paged in the middle of the night If you're wrong you're right If your right the light is to the left To the left Wake up and realize that you will die into this way of life Die But only to be reincarnated by a Koolade bag Artificial flavored cats walking around with tags… Stamped on their foreheads to indicate who they owe They owe everyone except for themselves So they never really get a chance to own themselves Hold themselves up Then fold themselves up into a ten dollar bill Now stay still Realize You've just sold your last bit of free will To a dream A dream That Puts Everyone to sleep (Fade siren lighting to black) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]