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Chorus:
I am past present future.
I am then, next, and now.
I am old, young, and here
I am time lost and found (x4)
Verse 1: SubVersive
They buried my ancestors in a mass grave
Tombstones read “nigger”
‘Spic “Redskin”
Now, I can’t remember much.
My head is full
And I cannot remember birth
But there is an ever present taste of dirt
Of Dark red blood
My mouth is a decrepit tomb—it
Is making my voice bitter
I am always hungry.
I have not been fed right
This nation keeps providing a dream
That I cannot stomach
Stomach full of lead
Of deceit
I know where marrow seeps
So I tip-toe through conversations
Because there are bones cracking
Under my feet
I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death
So every night I die
Three eyes open and I am reborn
Meditate.
like a stillborn, I am
Caught in between two lives
Who I was and who I will be
I am forgetting who I am
my metacognitions turn the internal cogs of my intuition
And metaphors turn to nature.
My voice becomes the sweet lullabyes
Of cascading waters
And I awaken
Metamorphosed,
shedding the exoskeleton of my previous life
History repeats itself it’s just proof time is cyclical…
Chorus:
Verse 2: Vagabond Maurice
Tip toeing off the ley...line / (Huh)
Slow dance over nebula /
Found the cosmos in the wind of my breath /
Breath be an epitaph on the path toward, enlightenment /
Writing on the symmetry of broken souls /
Queen's speech for my inner peace, found my peace in a battlefield /
Filled with falling stars / We some,
comets copping, common sense /
and, rhetorics imbedded in the language of our, eternal struggle /
Enemies entity, built on the industry sending our brethren to oblivion/
Oblivious rhymes, be left behind /
Reflect tapestries of our, industry's /
/ Construct / Matrix / voodoo magic of alchemy /
Caste caster shells through the tongue, of Buddhist Sutras /
Black, Buddhist Palms and Broken Psalms steady stitching my frequency /
Man, on a travel to find, the final aeon/
My final form, explores a multitude of gateless barriers/
Buried with my lost brothers, in every verse /
I'm a, walking library of ghost stories / while Ghost, riding the whip /
Celestial chariots, mirroring halos / as we,
search my -
Chorus
Verse 3 (SubVersive)
Back track
They tell me to let it all go
But no
I sufferto never forget those
who beg for life through memory
live on
remember mes
whisper from dark corners
Twin prophecies follow me
Because more than genes
Have jumped generations
My soul defies spatiotemporality
I tweet the details
To the underground rail roads
That lead to the truth
Our future lies
In the stories of our past
Their hand-me down tales
Are tailored to their fathers
We’re tethered to the earth
But space is fertile soil
We know how to work new land
We can maroon to the moon
Before the white flag is planted
They don’t know we’ve visited
Other galaxies already
Vibrated to other dimensions
(RE)create Chocolate city made from cacao
Stardust sprinkled from the cosmos
Why do you think we’ve learned to build upwards
Penned the Pinnacle plans
To protest our penitentiaries
Caught in the purgatory called present
We are the extra-terrestrial presence
Afrofuturism meets ancestor worship
We have been here before time is not linear
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