Yo, we some sand pirates, who be spannin’ a bland dryness./
Stand by us. We got a plan to demand silence,/
And a mad science to dismantle the fad virus,/
And the appliance that has been straddlin’ rabid lions./
Let’s have an alliance. Let’s kick back by the campfires,/
With some fat tires, willin’ to strangle the bad liars./
Yo, my hand’s tired, from gravity and iron,/
And it feels like I’ve been flattened and wrapped in a jagged wire./
I’m a lost boy who embodies the hot noise./
Those are not toys, buddy, those objects can stop boys./
They can drop boys, They can hold up a convoy./
They can draw blood, buddy, those objects are not love./
I was brought up between a rock and a hot tub,/
And I got luck, luckily I was not shoved./
But if I was shoved, probably would’ve become a thug./
Would’ve slung drugs, Would’ve said fuck it and bum rushed/
All the dumb pigs. It aint just plums and figs./
It’s pluckin’ strings, yeah, it’s hummin’ and singin’,/
But when push comes to shove this love can be a stingin’/
Sensation. When Haitians are naked and poor,/
You can bet your fuckin’ ass that they will declare a war./
They will pound on the gates ‘til they break ‘em to pieces./
While you’re sittin’ at home debatin’ Satan and Jesus…/
Debatin’ Satan and Jesus…/

And it’s a star harvest. I’ve been farmin’ a heart garden./
I’m a smart martian who spars like a scarred Spartan./
I’m a starvin’ artist fallin’ apart cuz of failin’ markets./
I’m a bison, a righteous enlightenment seekin’ Mitus/
Who’s willin’ to fight the Titans despite that it might be frightenin’./
I’m bitin’ a bullet bitterly, tryin’ to find stability,/
Willingly givin’ everything I’ve got to make a history/
Riddled with little victories, brilliant and filled with sympathy,/
Militant with agility, killin’ these little millipedes./
“Will he please give it a rest?”, is what they ask,/
But he can’t. It’s his holy initiative. It’s his task/
To smash all of the passive half-assed assassins of passion/
By bein’ a man and bein’ proactive./
Massive, fat as an African woman’s ass is./
Fat as a cat who only eats crackers and molasses./
Mastiff, solid like a gaff rigged mast is./
Backwards, somethin’ that baffles the average rapper./
Absurd, somethin’ like a natural disaster./
Bastard, and honestly man that’ll be the last word/
You ever spoke. Will it be a clever joke?/
Will it be a blessin’ or a lesson or a poem?/
Will it be a moan, a message against the throne,/
Or will it be a melody reminding me of home?/
…Reminding me of home./
…Reminding me of home./

See, I take it as an omen. The soul folds and opens./
Hope ends at the stone fence. Tone def./
See, I take it as an omen. The soul folds and opens./
Hope ends at the lone breath. Hope less./
See, I take it as an omen. The soul folds and opens./
Hope ends at the stone fence. Tone def./
See, I take it as an omen. The soul folds and opens./
Hope ends at the lone breath. Hope less./
See, I take it as an omen. The soul folds and opens./
Hope ends at the stone fence. Tone def./
See, I take it as an omen. The soul folds and opens./
Hope ends at the lone breath. Hope less./