| I AM And if I could . . . write like Jessica . . . would you really care more? And if I could . . . refashion my image like Badu . . . would I still be natural for you? And since I'm not the girl in the video . . . would you even come see my show? And if the rhythm rhythm rhythm rhythm rhythm of words against sound and the tap tap tap tap taptap of the stick against the snare and the bah dum bah dum bah dum bah dum of the stroke of the bass and the passion passion passion passion of emotions flowing like oceans Didn't move me I wouldn't speak what I know - - I wouldn't do what I be - - what I be A fountain of word sound power creation Overflowing . . . cascading . . . with a Tantalizing delightful wine So fine and refreshing like A Tall Dark Cup Of KOOL AID Ghetto style ? kind that make you go to the bathroom and stay a while And ponder on things And ponder on things And ponder on things Like platinum bling bling and ice rings Watching BET laughing at puppets on strings Running into a "Neo Soulster" and popping those platinum studs off their designer hand made jeans Platinum studs off their hand made jeans - replaces the platinum bling from silver thrift store rings thrown away Disappointed in the over elation of the neo nation intellectual stimulation, the thirst of elevation, hunger of innovation Dissipated to the deceptions of your perceptions Misconceptions draining my life essence I am I - she is she - you are you - be who you be Because my head is wrapped I am not new to this track Because I embody the image of neo soul sista, soul sista, I must be your soul sista - a commercial non-conformity Because Scott can give you a lyrical thrill does not mean that my ink spills to be like Jill I travel up this hill to savor the flavor of my tongues spoken word caper a joyous behavior - to see the fruit of my labor Of my individual favor to the discord in the harmonious accord And then again, I wonder why ? when I see around me being put on trial, my names on some kind of file, knowing my world can instantly be made into bile, watching the dumb thinking it's just for fun, when one day that fun is gon make them run, ducking from a new world gun? I even pry my third eye Pry my third eye I wonder why I pry my third eye And try And let silence live and not die If I could be that of which you see me to be I could not be that which I am. |
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