“Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding.”—Saul Williams, Said the Shotgun to the Head (via badassseed)
Hunter eyes… I’m lost and hardly noticed, slight goodbye. I want to rip your lips off in my mouth. And even in my greatest moment doubt the line between deceit and right now.
Simple math, it’s how our bodies even got here. Sinful math, the ebb and flow to multiply. What if I was wrong and no one cared to mention? What if it was true and all we thought was right was wrong? Simple math, the truth cannot be fractioned. Either way…
What if you were crazy, would we have to listen then?
What if we’ve been trying to get to where we’ve always been? What if I was wrong, and started trying to fix it? What if you believed me? Everything is brilliant
What if I’ve been trying to get to where I’ve always been?
What if we’ve been trying to kill the noise and silence?
What if I was wrong and you had never questioned it? What if it was true, that all we thought was right, was wrong? Simple math, the truth cannot be fractioned.
All the jagged edges disappear Colors all look brighter when you’re near The stars are all afire in the sky Sometimes I get so lonely I could… Why do you get all the love in the world? Why do you get all the love?
Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down . And I’d like to take a minute just sit, don’t stand; I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called San An.
In Deep South Texas, born and raised, on the monte where I spent most of my days . Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, all kicking el futbol outside of the school. When a couple of guys said “Estan up to no bueno!” Started making trouble in my barrio. I realized this sucked, this city I couldn’t stand, and said “I’m moving with my friends and such to San An.”
I loaded up my Camry, and when the time came near, Mom said “espera!” and threw a rosary on the mirror . If anything I could say, “That ain’t my style, man.” But I thought now forget it, yo, I’m off to San An!
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to The Valley, “Yo, home smell you later.” Looked at my kingdom, and my friends, my whole clan, to settle my throne as the prince of San An
“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”—
Watch me throw a sentence in the air, say word up. That’s just a phrase for my action, like a bum with a cup. And Rome wasn’t built in a day, but it fell in one, and you don’t got half of a step but you walk like one. I got calluses on my hand cause I held the sun uneven, I got the weight of the world on my chest and still breathing.
I’m like Moses with a staff that parts the Red Sea; but it’s a new day, so I use the mic to depart emcees.
This Earth is as real as a Chinese fortune cookie in English with lottery numbers; I’m finished.