Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Pointless Floating
The forecast for today is cloudy with a deep and thick fog...
I'm not exactly sure what's going on in this place. There is such confusion tainting almost every area of my life. "What the hell?!" has been my signature thought and at times my signature darting phrase. Words fill up inside of me weekly, daily, hourly....every second. Overflowing all the time, but not enough courage or strength or fight to whisper the truth that has squatted in me.
I slide, fold my top
Close my lid to this debauchery
I see this hatred pouring into the homes of New Orleans and beyond
Into the drowned souls that float like
Steamy cheeks of those involuntarily infected with despair as
The powers that be see nothing but black and brown faces there
There is NOTHING to see...to them
To them, there is nothing to do...for us
Why make such a fuss
Over a legally emancipated bust
Carnage that reeks of the struggle and anguish of a people still not divinely realized
through their own eyes
You see
There is NOTHING to see...to them
"Cause there seems to be nothing left of them" they say of us
Just black and brown spray painted bodies
Floating lifeless through a city unheard
Floating lifeless to a job undone
Floating lifeless to your 9 to 5
Floating lifeless into their perfectly executed design
Floating lifeless in a drowning street
Floating lifeless to poisoned rappers beats
Floating lifeless towards faces that smile and reach but
on the inside wish to destroy every ounce of Africa in me
AND they don't understand how this Africa is still in me
and I tell them silently to ensure our ancestors secrets I keep
"I yon volu in my sleep"
"I ring shout through your streets"
"I taste the clean mint Crest of Mali's sunrise on my teeth"
"That Africa IS me..."
My third eye watches as those devils are watching me
AS THEY SHOULD
Because I am here to create what this world needs to see
Dancing, fighting, loving humility
Our genuine and uncontainable African divinity
So, to all the symbolic and literal sheeted devils roaming these blood stained streets
If karma still has her front row seat...
Be afraid
Be very afraid
You ought to be...
I just want and need a release, some peace...
Not just from this foul fuckery I see on TV,
but from this foul fuckery that I can't seem to beat off of me...
People are not who they say they are.
What you think is destiny turns out to be just another stroll on Agony's street...
Geez, Guy...Can I breathe before you drop another load of SHIT at my feet.
I'm tired of cleaning all the damn time.
I just know that I trust my Mama and the rest of my family...
and that rocks me to sleep at night
until this world disappears behind my unconscious sublime.
I trust the ancestors.
I trust the Creator and I hope somehow we'll get what we need to stand up...again
I'm not exactly sure what's going on in this place. There is such confusion tainting almost every area of my life. "What the hell?!" has been my signature thought and at times my signature darting phrase. Words fill up inside of me weekly, daily, hourly....every second. Overflowing all the time, but not enough courage or strength or fight to whisper the truth that has squatted in me.
I slide, fold my top
Close my lid to this debauchery
I see this hatred pouring into the homes of New Orleans and beyond
Into the drowned souls that float like
Steamy cheeks of those involuntarily infected with despair as
The powers that be see nothing but black and brown faces there
There is NOTHING to see...to them
To them, there is nothing to do...for us
Why make such a fuss
Over a legally emancipated bust
Carnage that reeks of the struggle and anguish of a people still not divinely realized
through their own eyes
You see
There is NOTHING to see...to them
"Cause there seems to be nothing left of them" they say of us
Just black and brown spray painted bodies
Floating lifeless through a city unheard
Floating lifeless to a job undone
Floating lifeless to your 9 to 5
Floating lifeless into their perfectly executed design
Floating lifeless in a drowning street
Floating lifeless to poisoned rappers beats
Floating lifeless towards faces that smile and reach but
on the inside wish to destroy every ounce of Africa in me
AND they don't understand how this Africa is still in me
and I tell them silently to ensure our ancestors secrets I keep
"I yon volu in my sleep"
"I ring shout through your streets"
"I taste the clean mint Crest of Mali's sunrise on my teeth"
"That Africa IS me..."
My third eye watches as those devils are watching me
AS THEY SHOULD
Because I am here to create what this world needs to see
Dancing, fighting, loving humility
Our genuine and uncontainable African divinity
So, to all the symbolic and literal sheeted devils roaming these blood stained streets
If karma still has her front row seat...
Be afraid
Be very afraid
You ought to be...
I just want and need a release, some peace...
Not just from this foul fuckery I see on TV,
but from this foul fuckery that I can't seem to beat off of me...
People are not who they say they are.
What you think is destiny turns out to be just another stroll on Agony's street...
Geez, Guy...Can I breathe before you drop another load of SHIT at my feet.
I'm tired of cleaning all the damn time.
I just know that I trust my Mama and the rest of my family...
and that rocks me to sleep at night
until this world disappears behind my unconscious sublime.
I trust the ancestors.
I trust the Creator and I hope somehow we'll get what we need to stand up...again
