Saw god with her ski mask on in the corner of the mirror / I where the illusion’s maps spun with guiltless delirium
But before I knew the concept of who and what quote unquote god was I thought my father was god fuzzy opera years and wads of eternity
Beneath the glory, the fatigue / ecstatic Lactic acid vs. oxygen Cesium cures cancer Chromium
Duturium
And crawling on our hands and knees in grass just after a thunderstorm
Preparation for war
Auto-hypnosis prophethood vs. priesthood and you was in the pit with the dealers the hustlers the pimps the prostitutes you’re going to have to master both uses of us
Concert dance and vernacular dance, swamp taboo and feral land animal the body being everything and the wooden African deity standing in the corner near the door to the spirit it charges get rid of your treadmill if you wanna survive the AI are racist ‘gainst I and I sayers but am I done killing off my characters for their unforgivable ?
Kayne is a virus in the matrix like contracts and marriage and broken bibles /christmas, show me the page it’s on in there, show me the mall in jerusalem and ice princess cartoon crooner screaming buy me. sell me
he caught that disease like a good black athlete but he’s one who deserves a cure his mother’s revival and let her cry :
diamonds aren’t even rare , my nigga, but I am blackman get your soul back ‘fore yesterday can
Whoever says sister now except the radicals ? Insulin breaks down sugar
Lipase breaks down grease it’s one or the other for the lazy
human body produces no enzymes to digest meat , flesh really, the dead flesh of other animals, also a virus in the body responsible for the other viral orders strolling down the cold lanes of sorcery into righteous conformity I honor the treason that lets me know these things, only that unabashed honor ific and
The deity in the corner reaches for my hand, must have heard me ready to save everybody from their fake honor killing but I’m busy now smashing skittles onto the pavement in the place of chalk, tracing grace in disgrace til they cuddle walk husking the spotlights off escape routes and
Watching men become the lies they uphold , sucking the virus from their flesh and spitting it at them that rotten candy you like that don’t you?
falling to my knees in protest
Reparations. Grace notes 