| In 1972 my mother was rushed from a James Brown concert in order to give birth
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| to me
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| My style is black hole
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| Most niggas simply sound like earth to me
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| If hip-hop were the moon I’d be the first to bleed
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| Cyclical sacraments of self for all my peers to read
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| I recite the user night the light for you to read by
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| Have you floating on cloud nine without you realizing it’s my mind’s sky
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| And the ground on which you walk is the tongue with which I talk
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| I speak the seas, I root the trees of suburbia and New York
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| City streets can never claim me, that’s why I never sound like you
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| All y’all niggas claim the streets as if paths through the woods ain’t true
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| You better walk your path, you better do the math
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| 'Cuz your screw face will only make the Buddha laugh
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| Even if you know your lessons you don’t know the half
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| But don’t take it from me
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| Son, take a bath
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| I can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moon
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| I know the cloud forms of love by heart
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| And have brought tears to the eye of the storm
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| My memory banks walk forests and Amazon river banks
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| And I scream them into sunsets that echoed in earthquakes
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| Shadows have been my spotlight as I monologue the night
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| And dialogue with days
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| Soliloquies of wind and breeze
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| Applauded by sun-rays
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| We put language in zoos to observe caged thought
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| And toss peanuts and P-Funk at intellect
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| And motherfuckers think these are metaphors
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| I speak what I see
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| All words and worlds are metaphors of ME
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| My life was authored by the moon
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| Footprints written in soil
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| The fountain pen of martian men
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| Noveling human toil
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| And yes, the soil speaks highly of me
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| But earth seeds root me poetry
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| And read forests forever through recitation
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| Now
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| Maybe I’m too serious
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| Too little here to matter
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| Though I’m riddled with the reason of the sun
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| I stand up comet with the audience of lungs
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| This body of laughter is it with me or at me?
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| Hue more or less
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| Human though gender’s mute
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| And the punchline has it’s lifeline at it’s root
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| I’m a star this life of suburbs I commute
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| Make daily runs between the sun and earthly loot
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| And raise my children to the height of light and truth |