wanting to revert to more divine feminine based religions
Predestined in tantric temple freeze relics and etchings
So to get back to my first point
Ain’t no stepping and fetching
It’s curious Atticus in the west wing with the next best thing
There’s no such thing as perfection
I clutch rings of perception
Sing songs about depression and laughter
And skew their direction
Watch ideas start drifting shifting and stretching
wanting to revert to more divine feminine based religion
I’m intimating mysticism
Intubating mentalism
Insinuating intuition
A missed call from my moms
convinced that every human living needs connection like stitching and webbing and is meant to get it
Like blessings
A slouch that spews self directed hate speech from a foul mouth and rectifies the contradiction in the diction as his emotions ping pong
Uo north to down south
An entendre about labia and vixens
And all life and wisdom emanating from the lips of women
I came to rock
You smell what I’m cooking in a Brooklyn basement
Gutter
Last supper
Gather grab your geigercounter
I’m bringing the fire starter
It’s like the rap tour is rapture
Noah’s ark in sag harbor, dolphins in seersuckers
Comprende
Capiche
Ya tu sabe get the agave
Nah
It’s as comfortable as a Velcro cathader
Or 57 trapped captive passengers in the Mojave
I strike back like the empire .. Mail and songhai
You get enlightened on the tenth day
Hey
It’s an aescetics aesthetic and not all parties are invited but we’ll let in some of your homies if they contribute to getting the peripatetic homies rent paid
In bare flesh Stole a shoe from a crook and moved to wilderness con todos Los mi gente
I relate to
Migrants
Maroons
Pirates
Draft dodgers and samurai sensies
Out in the woods On some would rather lose a foot like
Kintne kente
Cut from a different cloth tied to string theory and cares less what your friends say
Second line In the alleyway I’m They dance on the graves like cab Calloway
That dANCE YOU GOT PAID is for the black bodies hauled away
I dance on a stage but never took a lesson at juliard
never had to prove I’m hard
I channel the rage
But folks think society is ok because there are black news casters and weed trees are legalized
Eat the core of the peach and pie
Keep ‘em
Captive with acid and fungus then let ‘em loose to feast on fallen prey
Call the hunger games a holiday
To kill a Mocking Jay
You still speaking, mouth been leaking like spies that play two sides and the few facts spewed don’t equalize
Chill with the beefing before cretens eat you eyes
Spill this reasoning all evening and record the lives of this secret tribe
Sleep no more , we deprived
Like flying saucers, deniers of earths curvature
bophomet worshipers
Murderers, burglars and feds with more bugs than dirty furniture
Heads of horses in beds and we learn if life linear or circular
Elemental Forces in respect for the feminine
Mother Earth the first nurturer
If you were told the total tonnage, your, Dome would crumble in the rubble you’d fumble bags and blow your budget
did even know the subject before you spoke in public
So disgusted
Baking oven, crack cooking
Thought it was easy but homie, no it wasn’t
Don’t discuss it