started my train of thought In a syllable form, simple but well created distort all metaphors, now I sit with the gods, skeletal are my words, closet is where the boogie man lies, In a country with political and ethnic divide, easily forgetting your face. Is it a race? When you have the same melanin chemistry, or is it a fore father trace, of being, that god father mentality with no meaning. A lost culture, in a century that’s after, all that’s above us, so what is the word. You wanna step next? On the left side of bent continent, with a hollow end and the end. The south of Africa, follow my trend, we exist in different universal dimensions, ask my Egyptian cousin’s. Physics, science and mathematics, was born by us, through the narrow light that escapes precise on the apex, lightning speed, an Egyptian pyramid. This is me, the lost sun, the first creation of being from mud, continent of the beginning of man..call me Adam, now Kellah.. the sun that exists above in a lost galaxy.
I read them books on the first man, noted the facts that he was black, three hundred thousand years in a Moroccan field, these Homo sapiens fossils prove my connection to God. I only spit clear cut, my mind follows it’s own path, the beat harmony be sick, to write to this, you gatta cut off your fingers like Robert Schumann. To get this symphony right. I’m that cat who gets in your stereo system, wether you rocking hifi definition or your headphones, I mentally penetrate you. My lines be inspired like the 9 ruby prince, fuck the nine planet theory, you still on one galaxy.. my cortex be flowing like the silver surfer on the El elyown, stick on your lane, this be the nineteenth galaxy. You learning too late, that was Kunta Kinte’s fate. Now history is upon us, hold your thoughts clutched in a fist before, you judge that form, the east of Africa, defined in a specific form, now known as the horn.
