I used to be mother earth
birthing bass riddims
from the pit of my belly
to the tip of my tongue
I wanted to be the haunted waters
at the bottom of the Atlantic
still crying in pain from the
kidnapping of the sun/son
i just might be the gulf stream breeze
that flows to and fro with no
obstacles in my path
I hope to be the throbbing heart of
street scholars overcoming adversity
knowing son this too shall pass
I am the fire
ignited in the belly of the beast
smoldering throughout years of neglect
in full effect
and about to catch wreck
i will be that missing element
that soothes your soul
finishes your sentences
and makes you whole
i am love
i am pain
i am joy
i am rain
i am somebody
i am your daddy
i am god's son
i am a diplomat
i am the blood that flows through your veins
so prick your pores and let's get lifted
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