Elohim (1972)

In 1972 my mother was rushed from a James Brown concert<br>in order to give birth to me<br>my style is black hole<br>most niggas simply sound like earth to me<br>if hip hop were the moon i`d be the first to bleed<br>cyclical sacraments of self for all my peers to read<br>i recite the user night<br>??? the light for you to read by<br>have you floating on cloud nine without you realizing it`s my mind`s sky<br>and the ground on which you walk is the tounge with which i walk<br>i speak the seas, i root the trees of suburbia and new york<br>city streets can never claim me, that`s why i never sound like you<br>all y`all niggas claim the streets as if paths through the woods aint true<br>you better walk the path, you better do the math<br>cuz your screw face will only make the buddah laugh<br>even if you know the lessons you don`t know the half<br>but don`t take it from me<br>son, take a bath<br><br>i can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moon<br>i know the cloud forms of love by heart<br>and have brought tears to the eye of the storm<br>and my memory banks walk ??? forests and amazon river banks<br>and i scream them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes<br>shadows have been my spotlight as i monolouge the night<br>and dialouge with days<br>soliloquys of wind and breeze<br>applauded by sunrays<br><br>we put language in zoos to observe caged thought<br>and toss peanuts and p-funk at intellect<br>and motherfuckers think these are metaphors<br>i speak what i see<br>all words and worlds are metaphors of ME<br>my life was authored by the moon<br>footprints written in soil<br>the foutain pen of marshen men<br>novelling human toil<br>and yes, the soil speaks highly of me<br>but earth seeds root me poetry<br>and read forests forever through resscitation<br>now<br>maybe i`m too serious<br>too little here to matter<br>though i`m riddled with the reason of the sun<br>i stand up comets with the audience of lungs<br>this body of laughter is it with me or at me?<br>hue more or less<br>human though gender`s mute<br>and the punchline has it`s lifeline at it`s root<br>i`m a star this life of suburbs i commute<br>make daily runs between the sun and earthly loot<br>and raise my children to the height of life and truth