^!$$%, you betta drink half a gallon
of shaolin before you pluck the strings
of my violin, my life is orchestrated, like

london symphony, concentrated. ^!$$%s waited
and waited. i'm birthday wistles, belated.
blow out the candles, i wait in the

darkness, like a vandal. the silloutte
of set in this mirror on the mantle.
fire place is in the heart. water

places the art 'round the island of
desiring wheremost primitives stalk
sacrificing their daughters, but these

primordial waters carry a feminine
agenda that no man ever taught us.
true they captured and caught us,

transported, sold us, and bought us. they
constituted and lawed us, distorted truths
that they taught us. we rebelled, then

fought us. we conformed, then
they formed us. Now these ^!$$%s rhyming
'bout material possessions. My adidas are

three years old, like my daughter, ^!$$%s
rhyme 'bout alize and need to rhyme about
water. but out of chaos comes order

out of chaos comes order out of chaos comes
order....Fake ^!$$%s run for the border
LA LA LA LA LA LALA LA LALA LA LA

LA LA LA LA
in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife
the sharpened blade of a woodcutter

the eldest son of the chief's brother:
maker of drums. we scraped the
inside of goat hides to seek the hollows

where sound resides, offering the parts
we did not use to invoke the muse.
music of the ghettos, the cosmos,

the negroes, the necros: overcomers
of death, disciples of breath. dissection
of drumbeats like Osirus by Seth.

breakbeats into fourteen pieces.
dissembled chaos, organized noise.
a patchwork of heartbeats to ressurect

true b-boys. be men let's mend
the broken heart of Isis. age of
aquarius. mother nature is furious

while you rhyme about being hardcore be
heartcore. what is it that we do art for?
metaphor. metasin. it's an age of

healing. why not rhyme about what you're
feeling? or not be felt. deal w/ the cards
you're dealt. calling tarot readers and

sparrow feeders to cancel the
apocalypse....metaphorically speaking
(meta: greek for beyond)