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BACK IN THE DAY
erykah | gwendolyn | kendrick | w.e | michio | socrates
Back in the day
when things were cool
and word of the way
was letting love rule
and our school of thought
was taught
in small batches
and subtle doses
I only know
what I know
...and although
we come,
we also go,
and what I know
is what I share
And what I’ll say
is things were cool:
We real cool...
back back back in the day...
What set us free
was when we could be just you and me
taking to the time to see
eye to eye
heart to heart
and spirit to soul
looking back
to track
the crack
in time.
Fracturing...
the rhythm
in the rhyme
that [ syncs | sinks ]
space
and sublime...
I’m just me, and all I got is my word.
Whether or not it’s heard
is to be discovered
Back in the day
when things were cool
and word of the way
was letting love rule
and our school of thought
was taught
in small batches
and subtle doses
I only know what I know.
Although we come, we also go
and what I know
is what I share
And what I’ll say
is things were cool:
We real cool...
back
back, back in the day...
Before the lights come on
every last neuron
was wired fast hereon
our paragon
so our magnetic
geodetic
Afro aesthetic,
Unapologetic,
Nature
could nurture
the future.
There’s few who
take note, too…
What I wrote, you
don’t have to
laugh it off
with a cough
or scoff
this philosophy.
Ain’t got a cost, it’s free!
Made for you and me...
eventually You’ll see,
maybe...
Back in the day
when things were cool
and word of the way
was letting love rule
and our school of thought
was taught in small batches
and subtle doses
I only know
what I know
...and although
we come,
we also go...
and what I know
is what I share.
And what I’ll say
is things were cool:
We real cool...
back
back
back in the day…
three
sixty
hum turn
bee around
bumble
and I’ve found
some-thing
in the crumbling
t
u
m
bli
n
g…
Mumbo-Jumble
stumbling
I
learned
to fly,
my
only
job
to stay
humble
change’ll come
Kingdom come
Queens’ll come
rearrange income
out with the new
and in the old
led by the few
who choose to hold
the hands of those
that stand
on the those who came
long before
and dug their toes
in the distant shore
what’s in store
is taking back
taken land
take your stack
and a crack a book
take a look
see
who’s
sleepin
on the rook...
white moves
first,
Black moves
second,
but the guess,
“Who’s house”
is reckoning
beckoning
the paradigm shifts
....who’s house is this?
Back in the day
when things were cool
and word of the way
was letting love rule
and our school of thought
was taught
in small batches
and subtle doses
I only know
what I know,
and I’m...here.
...although
we come,
we also go,
and what I know
is what I share
And what I’ll say
is things were cool:
We real cool...
back
back,
back in the day...
I’ve been here before.
I opened my eyes
and carried my thighs...
to the shore.
I stood tall
and dipped
my body in
falling within my bones.
My toes tingled
and, my neck stretched,
as kisses mingled my skin,
skimming the tip
of my lip
and imprinting
the brim
of my hip
delicately
as I slipped
further
into myself.
I remember now.
I’ve been here before.
The doorway was hidden
and the lazy forbidden fruit
was spoiled.
As I gathered soil
from the Earth
I was reminded
my worth is kind,
dead
or alive.
I’ll survive if the head
of the beetle that sings
brings a new melody
to the dew dropping
sweetly each spring.
As the morning rings,
I remember
I’ve been here before.
The water was fine
and what was familiar
was mine.
Peculiar
that familial
loss
tosses
enough
into the mix
to toughen
the fix
betwixt
our noses.
If I go first
maybe you will follow.
I was once afraid to[o]...
but…
I remember now.
I’ve been here before.
To My Sister | ah | a | uh | sibling
I owe you an apology.
It’s not that I...
didn’t know that we...
Well...
I…
I owe you an apology.
the parts of me
that I wanted to see...
that I wanted to show…
...You know…
I owe you an apology.
The pathology
of one's own biology
is substantially
and categorically
reflected
in Our ability
to methodologically
navigate
interpersonal
sociology...
so….
I
owe
You
an apology.
It’s You and Me
and together We...
...Yea.
Exactly.