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letra de elohim (1972) - saul williams

in 1972 my mother was rushed from a james brown concert in order to give birth to me
my style is black hole
most n-ggas simply sound like earth to me
if hip-hop were the moon i’d be the first to bleed
cyclical sacraments of self for all my peers to read
i recite the user night [?] the light for you to read by
have you floating on cloud nine without you realizing it’s my mind’s sky
and the ground on which you walk is the tongue with which i talk
i speak the seas, i root the trees of suburbia and new york
city streets can never claim me, that’s why i never sound like you
all y’all n-ggas claim the streets as if paths through the woods ain’t true
you better walk your path, you better do the math
‘cuz your screw face will only make the buddha laugh
even if you know your lessons you don’t know the half
but don’t take it from me
son, take a bath

i can recite the gr-ss on the hill and memorize the moon
i know the cloud forms of love by heart
and have brought tears to the eye of the storm
my memory banks walk [?] forests and amazon river banks
and i scream them into sunsets that echoed in earthquakes
shadows have been my spotlight as i monologue the night
and dialogue with days
soliloquies of wind and breeze
applauded by sun-rays

we put language in zoos to observe caged thought
and toss peanuts and p-funk at intellect
and motherf-ckers think these are metaphors
i speak what i see
all words and worlds are metaphors of me
my life was auth0r-d by the moon
footprints written in soil
the fountain pen of martian men
noveling human toil
and yes, the soil speaks highly of me
but earth seeds root me poetry
and read forests forever through recitation
now
maybe i’m too serious
too little here to matter
though i’m riddled with the reason of the sun
i stand up comet with the audience of lungs
this body of laughter is it with me or at me?
hue more or less
human though gender’s mute
and the punchline has it’s lifeline at it’s root
i’m a star this life of suburbs i commute
make daily runs between the sun and earthly loot
and raise my children to the height of light and truth

- saul williams

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