"Shorty would take me to groovy, frantic scenes in different chicks’ and cats’ pads, where with the lights and the juke down melow, everybody blew gage and juiced back and jumped. I met chicks who were fine as May wine, and cats who were hip to all happenings."
An extract from 'The Autobiography of Malcolm X'. Probably one of the best openings of a chapter I’ve ever read. It relinquishes any resemblance to a traditional piece of prose and cooly embodies the rhythmic cadences I’ve come to associate and love about poetry and rap. I guess I love it due to the almost lively melodic quality it takes on when read aloud.