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LUDIC LOG

04.27.2004

"NEW YORK (AFP) - Adding yet another feather to his multi-plumed cap, the rapper, producer, fashion designer and all-around life force that is Sean 'P. Diddy' Combs made his Broadway debut and left most critics purring.

"'Giddy For Diddy' ran the headline in the New York Post, which gave a solid thumbs up to Combs's performance in the revival of the 1959 hit 'A Raisin in the Sun' -- Lorraine Hansberry's groundbreaking play about the black experience in Chicago at the dawn of the civil rights movement.

"'Combs was, believe it or not, pretty damn good,' the Post said, while adding that he fell understandably short of the standard set by the first actor to make the lead part famous -- Sidney Poitier.

"'But Combs exceeded expectations as the petulant, truculent and brooding young hero, Walter Lee Younger,' the Post said."

(over the sampled tune of "Blue Moon", by the Marcels)

Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the dreams deferred, baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the dreams deferred, baby
Racism, uhh

Now... what y'all wanna do?
Eat some syrupy sweets? Dry up like rotten meat?
Bring the heat -- I got my daddy's fly insurance
On the low, I flow mad pride and self-assurance
Tryin' to get my hands on two hundred Grants like Horace
Yeah, livin' the raw deal, Sout Side appeal
Seems like I never leave this tiny slum apartment, for real
But still, everything's real in the field
This liquor store be paid for out my dead-ass pappy's will
Don't try to lie like that motherfucker Asagai
He thinks he's fly, yeah, my niggas, that's the guy
Like sunny raisins, he dry -- you heard?
My load be saggin' under dreams deferred
Assimilation means assassination -- call me insane?
Nah, I'm kinda like a rainbow after the rain
It's all about the dreams deferred, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of respect like Aretha
Five carats worth of diamonds for my shorty girl Beneatha
I'm a Younger and I hunger, just like Sinistarr, what?

C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh
It's all about the dreams deferred, baby
Racism, yeah

It's all about the dreams deferred, baby
Now, what y'all wanna do?
It's all about the dreams deferred, baby
I know he rich, he know he rich too
It's all about the dreams deferred, baby
I cut you down with my platinum 9mm gun
It's all about the dreams deferred, baby
Your ass will fester like a sore and then run, fool

C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh
It's all about the dreams deferred, baby
Racism, yeah

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