In 1972 My Mother Was Rushed From A James Brown Concert



In Order To Give Birth To Me



My Style Is Black Hole



Most Niggas Simply Sound Like Earth To Me



If Hip Hop Were The Moon I'd Be The First To Bleed



Cyclical Sacraments Of Self For All My Peers To Read



I Recite The User Night



??? The Light For You To Read By



Have You Floating On Cloud Nine Without You Realizing It's My Mind's Sky



And The Ground On Which You Walk Is The Tounge With Which I Walk



I Speak The Seas, I Root The Trees Of Suburbia And New York



City Streets Can Never Claim Me, That's Why I Never Sound Like You



All Y'all Niggas Claim The Streets As If Paths Through The Woods Aint True



You Better Walk The Path, You Better Do The Math



Cuz Your Screw Face Will Only Make The Buddah Laugh



Even If You Know The Lessons You Don't Know The Half



But Don't Take It From Me



Son, Take A Bath




I Can Recite The Grass On The Hill And Memorize The Moon



I Know The Cloud Forms Of Love By Heart



And Have Brought Tears To The Eye Of The Storm



And My Memory Banks Walk ??? Forests And Amazon River Banks



And I Scream Them Into Sunsets That Echo In Earthquakes



Shadows Have Been My Spotlight As I Monolouge The Night



And Dialouge With Days



Soliloquys Of Wind And Breeze



Applauded By Sunrays




We Put Language In Zoos To Observe Caged Thought



And Toss Peanuts And P-funk At Intellect



And Motherfuckers Think These Are Metaphors



I Speak What I See



All Words And Worlds Are Metaphors Of ME



My Life Was Authored By The Moon



Footprints Written In Soil



The Foutain Pen Of Marshen Men



Novelling Human Toil



And Yes, The Soil Speaks Highly Of Me



But Earth Seeds Root Me Poetry



And Read Forests Forever T