Fresh off the Full Court French Press; new grounds

Sometimes, I act irresponsible
and absent-minded
In trying to be responsive,
I appear despondent, and nonchalant.
But in reality, recognizing my responsibilities,
I enhance my abilities to be tuned in to the key
of Abe.
That is, RAP at its best, to the off-beet of me.     

At last turn, i was sprinting up staircases,
Advancing, dancing, learning
Spitting, teaching, yearning in new spaces.
But here I find myself, suddenly seeking,
In a moment of revelation, when I feel
so mistaken.

I see newness in this re-union, a magic meeting
Letting the moonlight soak through to my mind,
Mine becomes the shine,
My heart is primed for new traditions and different positions
Intertwined with a community’s stories,
And a side of tortillas with rábano and lime,  
I’m open like hand dropping the full bottle; this is my decision.
My tongue pushes down on the throttle.  
Tequila, please, this ain’t a Jose Cuervo
country song.  This is the Abe song.
And it goes on and on and on.  

Adapting like a car phone charger
The electricity flows through me,
Fluently like a second tongue.
The work is never done,
Until it stops being fun.  
To assimilate you must see your own
As residing in a new home, always vanishing.
Give yourself freedom to roam without being
charged as crossing into the danger zone, or being banished to area 50 none..   
Whenever I’m trapped I pull from my roots
And recognize that I’m always growin,
And never fully grown.  

Amen I say, And also
Ay man, what’s honda “guey?”
There is spirituality in bad breath,
And I’m feelin so badly,
I got the blues like a doorstep- with no clue
of why it’s being stepped on.  
Friends hold a mirror directly in front,
So I can be reminded of my accomp-lish-ment
And also the gaunt-let it, all on.
As when Anansi the water spider, swallowed
The Whole Sea,
To be me, I feel it’s necessary to Eat.