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Killah Priest
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Okay it’s your mother, I’m just calling to check and see if you got home safe, son, give me a call so I won’t worry, love you, bye When it’s stormy weather, I’m the storyteller The four o’clock a.m. coffee-starer Unorthodox sayings, the fortune teller The astronaut ancient from the orbit nebula My hands are the rocks paintings, meta-morph into feathers Before I fly away, I pray my soul to keep I wake up twice, once to cut off the lights, the other to cut off the darkness in my room before I go to sleep My nightmares I’m right there, never made me roll in my sheets It just made the crows at my window start poking their beaks and croc in they calls Some squall, I’m watching them fall, I rose to my feet Dead poets beneath, I see them through the fog, froze in the creek, pointing upward like ‘we’ve chosen a priest’ Anointing comfort when my mother’s omens speak The clairvoyance converts, the atonements are brief Now all I see is the songbirds during the moments of grief Then when birds die, they just stay in the sky Their wings no longer wave and fly, trillions of them way up high It’s flesh, feathers and bones go as days go by Stare up at they grave and cry But our tears fall back in the eyes Reverse, research, we hurt, we leave earth, as a minister preach at the dirt We throw flowers like it’s power and showers, then we meet and greet at the church Sing songs, memories, then someone leads with a verse We were strong with long history We treat it like [?] birth, the [?], emanation The [?], creation, the [?], formation The [?], action, I can connect the Kemetic correlation The Ka is like a car, the Ba is like the soul, your god A set is the death, [?], you resurrect recharged You evolve then revolve, spoken by the preacher, the priest, the rabbi or the [?] But that’s religion, this is the solar system, the transition to the ascension Old traditions from the mathematicians Magicians with the craft they written They scientists but they labs are hidden Hiram Abiff, [?] From snow, gas to liquid From Topaz [?], they pa**ed down the image Along they path they leave remnants so we can reminisce What I write in my pad is the experience Accept we unlimited The aborigines at odds with the demigods in the land of Oz The story entails a girl lost on a trail, Dorothy Gale and her tiny dog Toto in a magical world looking for a wizard somewhere over the rainbow Young ears close to these fables From sun flares, I molded an angel Watch me completely disappear, no remote on the cable Recalling memories that never existed Free-falling endlessly, drifting, remembering to forget it The psychiatrist said the bad weather’s gone so I write my journal with the lexicon, the external hexagon On my chest is the the cube of Metatron The ex-users said the methadone I’m on had me seeing leprechauns There’s sweat in my palms and under my arms are strong I’ve been watching episodes of Star Trek all morning, all day long while the security guard watches p*** House shoes in a docile mood I’m going crazy without you That’s my deja vu My days without food I’m in a daze with counsel while you go into the haze from the graves that’s shallow, soundproof Spiritual in a vehicle car going so fast it sped beyond sight, beyond night So fast, spiritual vehicle crash into its own headlights Turning the hourgla** like the widow spider that spins the web and slowly threads a life And this is holy matrimony to wed, bed a wife You find solitude in this alt**ude into a molecule Feels like we vanishing slowly, the planets are ghostly Looking back at our bodies, how much mileage we used The noise I avoid, the silence is my school
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