I spoon powdered drum beats into plastic bags
sellin' kilos of kente scag
takin' drags off of collards and cornbread
tree-basing through saxophones and flutes like mad
the high notes make me space float
i be exhalin' in rings that circle Saturn
leavin'stains in my veins in astrological patterns
yeah, i'm sirius B
Dogon niggas plotted shit, lovely
but the Feds are also plottin' me
they're tryin' to imprison my astrology
to put my stars behind bars
my stars in stripes
using blood splattered banners
as nationalist kites
but i control the wind
that's why they call it the hawk
i am horus son of isis
son of osiris worshipped as jesus
resurrected like lazarus
but you can call me lazzie
lazy
yeah, i'm lazy
cause i'd rather sit and build
than work and plow a field
worshipping a daily yield of cash green crop
your evolution stopped with the evolution of your technology
a society of automatic tellers and money machines
nigga what?
my culture is lima beans

Saul Stacey Williams