Scramble Think Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

(Ya dig It)


Ya think?
Up in it, on it; with it?
Can you count on it?
What it is that your
think is in on it?
Hone it, sift through it
crack and smack and pat it.
Run with it, sweat it, hit it
grind it, pound it; put it
on a stick and chew it!
Smooth with it, groove
With it, believe in it…
Become complete within
it, now blend with it and be
all that you have ever thought
With it… Thinking it through, all
that you made of it thinking an'
shaking an' baking an' caking it.
Makin' sure, you are real with it
putting it to a test and penning
it, tuning it, crooning it; makin'
it all the thinking shyte that
it; is it! Sure, of it? Now hit
the streets with it and do
the corners with it, and
put out all the stops
with it; market it!
Put your mark on all
this worldly shyte with it!
Do each of you understand
any part, of this shyte? Are
you right wit da shyte and
direct with how you hype
it; how you address this
to get that there coin off
of this before someone
else grabs this shyte
and runs to their
bank; ya dig