Elohim 1972

Saul Williams

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    In 1972 my mother was rushed from a James Brown concert
    in order to give birth to me
    my style is black hole
    most niggas 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 tounge with which i walk
    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 niggas claim the streets as if paths through the woods aint true
    you better walk the path, you better do the math
    cuz your screw face will only make the buddah laugh
    even if you know the lessons you don't know the half
    but don't take it from me
    son, take a bath

    i can recite the grass 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
    and my memory banks walk ??? forests and amazon river banks
    and i scream them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes
    shadows have been my spotlight as i monolouge the night
    and dialouge with days
    soliloquys of wind and breeze
    applauded by sunrays

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    we put language in zoos to observe caged thought
    and toss peanuts and p-funk at intellect
    and motherfuckers think these are metaphors
    i speak what i see
    all words and worlds are metaphors of ME
    my life was authored by the moon
    footprints written in soil
    the foutain pen of marshen men
    novelling human toil
    and yes, the soil speaks highly of me
    but earth seeds root me poetry
    and read forests forever through resscitation
    now
    maybe i'm too serious
    too little here to matter
    though i'm riddled with the reason of the sun
    i stand up comets 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 life and truth

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