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African Family wylin in my WhatsApp,
I don't dare
Look, once we win errybody gotta salute the new flag,
I don't care
Errything top down moving forward
your sacrifice was enormous but I got it from here
Thoughts and prayers
Haters said Imma get what I deserve
Inshallah, it's your lips to G_d's ears
Dog years, did em standing on my head
dog-eared books of dead writers I never read
My prison shook, Jailers fled with errything they could carry
Line wrap around the block for the apothecary
Conjure man roam the cemetary like free safety in the secondary
body ready but the spirit scared to leave
Souls snatched out the air HooDoo Ed Reed
Some cloned, some grow from seed,
some thrown in the dirt, return by sea
Valentin Elizalde serenade my enemies
Y'uns put you in a blunt, maybe that's more than it seems
Transubstantiation in Honey Bourbon, Banana or Russian Cream
Word, Sound, Power, create all that is seen
First nothing
Then fire
8.8 lbs, he didn't cry or scream
blood smeared and flat eyed
I wonder what they dream
in the before
same what's after
Ants on the jungle floor carrying colorful bits of plastic
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It Was All A Dream
04:32
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by now
we should be
highly evolved
spreading out
like rhizome
quantum and repeating
like creole
Creolising
and widening and widening
By now
we should be
free form
flowing free from
the lash, the lick
free from
the long con
of the fight
for freedom
by now
Our homes
should be
free from smoke
free from death
by now
we should feel
the holy vibration
build a religion
from concrete
from these streets where
we never found
gold
where we built
rebel attitude
with blues
and bass
In our music
everything happens
below the waist
by now
we should be
reconstituted
after being diasporic
come now come now come now
But we have
abandoned
collective faith
we have abandoned
the strong house
community
now, now
we should be
so far ahead
of your technology
we should have been coming back
to earth as
UFOs
seedlike
panspermic
seeking
suitable
soil
and we would have been
accused of
magic
by now, surely
should be by now
by now there should be no need
to measure the manifestation
of our culture
— our efforts in the realm of
creativity
against what is
essentially
imperial
against the judgement of Europe
against the image
of snow falling on a Canefield
against a poem
flickering like a blade
of autumn
against what light
the light
of a hurricane
come now, come now, by now
by now ma Sylvia shoulda done ascended into heaven
may spirits build nests in her beard
leader jimmy shoulda been mapping a constellation
after loosing them bad spirits
we shoulda been moving out the way
to let them spirit pass
by now, miss henry shoulda done reach Zion gate and enter,
long time now
all the good fruit shoulda been picked from her orchid
all the dogs shoulda been fed and set loose in the yard
by now, my fathers should have travelled through the island
collecting all his children
kneeling, breaking bread, apologising, for being late
in his living time — in time, in that time of our lives
— those were soulful days
and we had soulful ways
by now
miss janet shoulda reach the mouth of the river nile
oh throw up your hands
to hold up the house
be free from pain, be free
she should be
playing lovers rock on a Sunday
love
against our sadness
against the rain
come again…
by now
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Lights dim
As the day is over
Ghostly spirits takin over
Hall of mirrors
Chasing closure
Pray to a God
For a face that knows ya
Sometimes there are places we go
That we can't explain we just know
Might catch a couple stains on your soul
Give thanks if you ever had a flame to control
Lights dim
Weights heavy
Choose your role
Stages plenty
Land of dreams
But we chase the Henny
No real idea where to place the pennies
Sometimes there are things that we see
We convince ourselves we believe
For the mind is designed to be decieved
God speed,
This goes out to all my people still lost at the Seas,
Took the trip never knew the cost of the fees
Pushed the door but never knew the cost of the keys
It's a long old road keep a watch on your peace
'Cos the hand on the watch is a thief
Saunters you in as it watches you leave
Sometimes what is there isn't what you perceive
It can cost you indeed
We drift in the patient streams
Til we lose our rage
Countless times we start the book
But we lose our page
Scan the menu take a look
You can choose your maze
Sign your name
Take a test
Spend a lifetime tryna use the grade
World of options
Choose away
But know that you gotta have the right shoes to play
Are these the last days?
Who's to say
At Least thats what they said on the news today
It's the things that we love
Powering the heart
Still flowers in the dark
It's the things that we love
Powering the heart
Still power in the art
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Babylon Dun Topple
07:02
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9. |
Fire
04:23
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