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THOUGHTS THAT FLIP AND DIP AND CAUSE I TO RIP THIS SCRIPT ON A SUNDAY.
FLUID PATTERNS OF THOUGHT THAT PROCESS AND COALESCE TO FORM INTO THESE WORDS THAT BRING RAIN TO PARCHED MINDS.
A POETIC SPIN ON THE MANIFESTATIONS OF MANS EMOTIONS, BREAKING THE TIES THAT BIND.
STANDING ON A CORNER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY AND SPITTING THE TRUTH THAT SHOW AND PROVES.
A DISLOCATED AFRICAN MAKING VERBAL VISUALIZATIONS THAT MANIFEST AND CAUSE THE DEAD TO MOVE.
SHOULD HAVE LOCKED ME AWAY WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE, SHOULD HAVE KILLED ME WHEN I WAS IN THE BELLY OF THE BEAST.
FOR NOW I BRING THESE LYRICS THAT FORMED IN THE CIVILIZATIONS OF THE EAST.
FEAR WAS A FRIEND IN A FORMER LIFE WHERE I WORRIED ABOUT WHAT OTHER MEN THOUGHT OF I.
AS I SAID IN ANOTHER POEM ALL I AM NOW IS A RUNAWAY SLAVE, BOUT AS BAD AS A MOTHERFUCKING CRAZY ASS FLIPPED OUT SAMURAI.
THEY SAY MY WORD FLOW IS UNORTHODOX, THAT I AM A PARADOX.
AN AFRICAN MAN FREED FROM THE DARKNESS OF THE BOX.
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