…and you don’t stop
and you don’t stop
and you don’t…
stop letting cities define you
confine you to that which is cement and brick
we are not a hard peoples
our domes have been crowned
with the likes of steeples
that which is our being soars with the eagles
and the Jonathan Livingston Seagulls
yes, I got wings
you got wings
alas God chillun got wings.
So lets widen the circumference of our nest
And escape this urban incubator
The wind plays the world like an instrument
Blows through trees like flutes
But trees don’t grow in cement
And as heart beats bring percussion
Fallen trees bring repercussions
Cities play upon our souls like broken drums
We drum the essence of creation from city slums
But city slums mute our drums
And our drums become hum drum
‘cause city slums
have never been where our drums are from
just the place where our daughters and sons
become offbeat heartbeats
slaves to city streets
where hearts get broken
when heart beats stop
broken heartbeats become breakbeats
for niggas to rhyme on top
but they rhyme about nothing
they don’t have nothing to rhyme about
‘cause they’ve never seen the moon
your styles can’t be universal
if your not intoned with the wind.
2009
Regular
Spoken Word
2021
Ars Poetica
Allusion
an expression designed to call something to mind without mentioning it explicitly; an indirect or passing reference
Metaphor
a comparison between two unrelated things through a shared characteristic
Repetition
a recurrence of the same word or phrase two or more times
Rhyme
correspondence of sound between words or the endings of words, especially when these are used at the ends of lines of poetry
Sensory Detail
words used to invoke the five senses (vision, hearing, taste, touch, smell)
Simile
a comparison between two unlike things using the words “like” or “as”