Unchanging
*whispered* Well feel the funk Blast!
*whispered* well feel the funk Blast!
Well feel the funk Blast!
Well feel the funk Blast!
Well feel the funk Blast!
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out yo, yo, yo,
I be walkin' god like a dog
My narrative, fearless
My word war returns to burn,
Like Baldwin home from Paris.
Like Steel from a furnace,
I was born landless,
It's tha native son,
Born of Zapata's guns.
Stroll through tha shanties,
And tha cities remains,
Same bodies buried hungry,
But with different last names.
These
*whispered* well feel the funk Blast!
Well feel the funk Blast!
Well feel the funk Blast!
Well feel the funk Blast!
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out yo, yo, yo,
I be walkin' god like a dog
My narrative, fearless
My word war returns to burn,
Like Baldwin home from Paris.
Like Steel from a furnace,
I was born landless,
It's tha native son,
Born of Zapata's guns.
Stroll through tha shanties,
And tha cities remains,
Same bodies buried hungry,
But with different last names.
These
Harvest
The cat sharpens its claws
and runs into the cornfields
children playing hide and seek
A frail figure dressed in a cape
wandering with measured steps
haunted by derisive words
They want to capture the ogress
wandering aimlessly
finding pebbles on the ground
picking leaves from an oaktree
stalks make rents in green sails
have some candy
she says
Far beneath the raging sea
lies a monstrous vessel
chained men singing elegies