please watch THEN read to get a better understanding of the poem....









chillin in da cut
spyin on bull
and peepin through doors behind doors,
like incognegro
to free grow.
sticks and stones in my back pocket,
call me anything
cuz I’m gon rock it
full force
full steam ahead,
cuz ain’t nothing to dread
but ignorance.
before a nigga
it was Naga
spiritually divine in Asia,
like the serpent shedding skin,
re-invention,
steppin outta confinements
keep it mov-in.
keep the theory
of predestined sin,
tryna make me feel guilty
like I was born unable to win.
toxic juice like gin,
putting prohibition in my mind
but I’m
speakin easy,
your fake moonshine got me queasy
like side effects
affectin da vibe
that God is inside.
enjoyin da ride?
or do you got mental motion sickness?
ridin too long on the complacent train
of thought.
gaggin on confusion,
purge the illusion
and quest like Johnny
for knowledge untold.
for instance,
existence is TO BE,
the birthright of humanity
knows naturally
virtue,
revolutionary
like Yeshu B.,
studied at master’s feet
the elite in KMT,
taught and preached
eventually hung form a tree
like in Mississppi,
forced politically
Nicean council in 325 A.D.
dis theory’s not conspiracy.
we just shiftin dimensions like 2012
Aquarius risin
so free yaselves…