What's The 411

Like Mary J. Blige's first joint    
whisper a sweet thing til I reminisce    
so what's the 411 hun    
what's the 4.1.1    
yeah you got it going on    
I know you got it going on    
 
we embrace in my waking thoughts  
and I'm reminded of your swagger  
so beautiful, if happiness was a person  
 
She'd encompass every royal attribute  
of the very first female Pharaoh,  
whose surprising intro into the modern age  
famously elevated and made envious of Caucasian women    
 
She'd play and sound like a rag time Broadway musical  
filled with songs sung by sweet mama string bean,  
authentic, emotional and moving
 
She'd be stealthy as a World War 2 and Cold War spy  
fleeing emotional and psychological trauma from past relationships  
finding stability and happiness, safety and freedom from restraint
in the welcoming loving and soothing arms in the country of me.
 
She'd be the reincarnation of that beautiful talented dancer and singer  
who stirred up a frenzy with her sensational performance
wearing a skirt made from bananas at the Folies Bergère in Paris, France.
 
I'd paint an intimate portrait,  
a mirror reflection of the first black woman astronaut to traverse the stars and heavens  
 
damn! I revisit those moments often    
the changes I've been going through    
I feel overwhelming flushes of euphoria    
and I don't want to do anything to cease    
so I rush, rush as if tomorrow may never cum    
rush as if I were songs titled real love and love no limit    
but then I slow down my thoughts, actions and sounds    
   
monologuing    
"what should I do now    
should I leave a message and ask what's the 411"    
then I hear your voice in my head saying "my love, don't rush, don't rush"