can't tell ya what it was...maybe somebody spiked my gin n tonic or sprinkled some dope in my chronic whatever the case it had me mixin Swahili with Ebonics and got this functional alcoholic feelin completely anabolic as neurotic verses began to openly frolic causin a...

I will not besubdued.Cages don't suit me.I have to be free.Flyrunsingdance in theopen fields, swimin the river withthe fish and water snakes.My soul can't betaken without my permission.The access is denied.My heart isn't yours tomock and rape.I will rise...

  The steps walk dry,cloudy eyes,the bones vibratein the echoless wind. Some voices dance in hollow alleysother dreams die in the dim light. Hunger drags the skin.The rain caresses without a name.The cold writes on the flesha poem that no one reads. They...