Hip-hop at its best...universal brain taut pass shouting beba beba, next stop be mars...The red planet. We speak clear so we don't get mistaken, super galaxy heroes...Uplifting spirits even in space. These minds amaze the untamed space aliens; we change their natural color and train of thought now we suck intelligence through airspace waves.
I even got Santa a new gizmo from the future...now all them kids gonna be happy this Christmas.
My brain works in parables, you better hope it hits your air waves...it's a total blessing to the ears that hear and adhere, I’m full of futuristic metaphors compare me to that inspector Gadget, my back pack skill filled, like a third degree burn unmistakable....sure this is a foreign language so don't judge me, just compare my skill to that taught over centuries, that's why i walk with the Excalibur easy...i was there when they pulled it off the ground..Like masta ace says...it was beautiful...bring terror to ignorant minds. Talk of my culture and the hungry kid on the Nairobi Street...hoping for the next hand to nourish his stomach needs.
Nothing but word play,mix foreign metaphors and bado endelea kuangusha elimu hivi (swahili-still continue to drop knowledge like this).any language, signs could make better sense, fingers to express, smoke mostly to stress erase...independence given to those who believe in it, still chained are us who seek help from the IMF and what not, books that don't instill but brain drain, politicians who take and give back only on Sundays...the struggle of the minority, slums build up as car importation goes up, half the time my mind goes on auto pilot...i still can kill this piece without permission...
To my readers, this was a clear word play. the beauty of words, self expression is important once in a while, the mind needs to breath, so let it....take time to scribble down random thoughts, mostly if you have a writers block, it stimulates the mind to explore, venture and create syllables.
Peace out.
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