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Yes! Yes yes* |
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In a conservative form |
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I wanna ask you a few things before I conform |
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To the popular belief about where I was born |
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Are they still illin', still killin' poppin' the corn? |
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How's the horn, how's the love wavin' the ocean morn'? |
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How 'bout the young, do they still possess the poetry tongue? |
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And do they still grief [? ] like the depth of the lung? |
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How's the nomad, did the herd graze well this year? |
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From the news to what I know the growin' gap ain't clear |
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How's the earth, how 'bout the stars and the [? ] |
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Do you still await on change like a new moon's birth? |
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Does it still flood ancient wisdom parallel with blur? |
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Do you still see the pain [? ] deep? |
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Or did you fight off the plight of the colonized mind? |
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What of the rainy season, do the kids still bury seeds? |
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And get taken with uncertainty like me scared of leavin? ' |
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How are the poets, the women and the orphans torn? |
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I miss 'em all like, old opportunities gone |
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What of the elders, story tellers in abandoned homes |
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Miss 'em all like, childhood, reminisceful songs |
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Disputes, do they still settle 'em by bloodying your shoes? |
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Fist rules, rather finger equipped with sick tools |
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What of the wind, I recall it was serenity's end |
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When the breeze would come and the trees would bend |
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And the people would say "look what it leads with sin". |
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And the air was violent and our care was silent |
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And the only law we [? ] was a pair of tyrants |
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Man you know, this is why I'm down in deep indigo |
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And I sleep really poor, on the circumstance floor |
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Anyway, how's stress, does it still rule your chest? |
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Do [? ] still rape baby girls without breasts? |
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How are moms, are they still screaming "put away the arms"? |
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And against the dispossession of their family-owned farms |
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How are the many rivers and the lakes and the seas |
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Are they still angry with us for our poisonous deeds |
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How are the many rivers and the lakes and the seas |
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Are they still angry, at Africa |
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So who's dead and who's alive, did the raids multiply? |
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Did the poor fight the draught with their minimum supply? |
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Did the warlords abort the wars and force a part of the peace to pork? |
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To promote disease and easening 'creased divorce? |
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What of police and courts, are they still heatin' forests? |
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Leaking pores and cheatedly to the bleeding corpse |
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What of the kind and good, can they still, laugh intensely |
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Like the, mind and word or is it, innocent slaughters by way the, iron stood |
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And what of the playwrights, reflection in the scapes of great sights |
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Revolution from power's the writings of brave fights |
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Despite the legendry that you hear we left by |
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I head with refuges and niggers they shit right, and |
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Don't you play soccer by the ocean front? |
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In America, I shovel the snow while I'm smoking blunts |
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You mean to tell me that you out there still totin' guns? |
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Blow incense of the hardened hardly copin' moms |
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Damn you and circumstance too I can't stand you |
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You make a mockery of our struggle [? ] with plans too |
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And I swear to god I wish you helped [? ] back/beck? too |
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And I caressed the Europeans who instigated your words |
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And I curse the Russians who impregnated the [? ] they call birth and hurts 'cause you never wake and see the death snake |
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It's like the conflict of self, submerged in satanic hate |
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Remember [? ] walking back and hide [? ] from school |
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Bare feet, the hot sand, massaging our feet is [? ] |
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'Cause now my mother slips on the ice and her back is weak. |
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And I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech, |
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I said I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech, |
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Man I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech. |
