| Beginning with the aftermath |
| Sayers of sooth who stand aloof |
| To hide their inner laugh |
| Depending on the circumstance |
| I show my tools where niggas know |
| Where I’m just a fish in pants |
| Beginning with the aftermath |
| Sayers of sooth who stand aloof |
| To hide their inner laugh |
| Depending on the circumstance |
| I show my tools where niggas know |
| Where I’m just a fish in pants |
| I slept once, the dream has yet to end |
| It was a purple evening such as this |
| The curtains had been pulled by a hand unattached |
| I lay propped on a pillow of eagle feathers |
| On a couch framed with the skeletons |
| Of my uncles and great uncles |
| I did not intend to close my eyes but then I did |
| The night is falling on the moist palms |
| Of children too weak to bear it’s weight |
| The stars are visibly breathing |
| In fact they almost look as if they are chewing gum |
| The moon is crescented on both sides |
| While its center remains unseen |
| I can faintly hear my mother calling me |
| Or is that my sister singing songs of the railroad? |
| Robeson is reflected in a floating mirror |
| Then I realize that the mirror is not floating |
| But being pulled by a while horse |
| In a great golden chariot |
| The horse has human feet |
| I look down at my feet and they are hooves |
| When I look up it is no longer night |
| The sun covers the entire sky |
| As if it has been stretched to reach all corners |
| Flames are visible but not threatening |
| A girl brushes my knee with her tail |
| She is wearing pink overalls and rollerblades |
| She signals for me to follow her |
| As soon as I take a step towards her I’m flying |
| There are Rocky Mountains below me |
| I decide to land in a small settlement between mountains |
| A man walks up to me, he is my father |
| But he introduces himself to me as John Galt |
| I ask him if he is the Reverend John Galt |
| We begin to say the Lord’s Prayer together |
| The whole world seems to join in |
| The mountains have mouths |
| I am standing at an altar |
| It takes a second before I realize I’m getting married |
| The woman beside me, my bride, |
| Is sitting in a lotus position on an Indian silk pillow |
| She is holding a white umbrella over her head |
| I cannot see her, I keep whispering to her, |
| «It's okay, love. It’s okay, love.» |
| And she keeps shushing me and shushing me |
| I’m wearing a backpack, I decide to take it off and open it up |
| It’s filling with coloring books and I keep thinking, |
| «I have to be done in time to pick Saturn up from school. |
| I have to be done in time to pick Saturn up from school. |
| I have to be done in time to pick Saturn up from school.» |
| My darling Saturn, I seem to break your heart daily |
| How could I ever neglect to hug you? |
| You are a planet hugged by a rainbow |
| Forgive me, I sometimes become so consumed |
| In the travails of my own heart that I neglect yours |
| And there is no greater crime |
| I will never commit it again |
| For there is no other adultery |
| You are my child, God’s gift to the world |
| God’s will be done |
| I love you |