o siri jogou jogou o siri chamou chamou o siri tocou tocou foi para jogar la la e la e la e la la capoeira ladainha la la e la e la e la la sangue novo sangue joven then i saw senegalese shaman spinning seance spirituals where the gods sat back and smiled at their singing child i heard century old griots disclose millennia old secrets to sleeping capoeiristas under metropolitan trees i tasted goat s blood gumbo up in congo square cook offs in front of armstrong s bell and knew it was worth the wait i inhaled government manufactured crack stacked skyscraper wax counted the rings on records passed peyote to the grand canyon and called it hip hop consoling with consonance remote controlled confidence its roots in a continent assumed life incompetent that s a hell of a sentence and a sentence to hell in the noise of the now i m too deafened to tell shango said we fake his dance very well but the anger is remembered and amends are hard to come by gazing second hand at glory blurry bolstered by their minds wine and pelvic thrust sustenance oshun sent her smell bedside now i m d u i of ancestry and what s not quite guilt more like regret it s not my fight but i act like a vet then obatala awoke advising truth and rest so here we float between decent prose and the present s constant wind waxing nonchalant on misappropriated dark continents wondering why two great human abnormalities are compassion and common sense throwing secret new orleans yoruba signs while scholars condescend the spirits have left the room and i m left to write their scent despite aforementioned salvation the pen cannot repent now calm encased in cadence la bateria playing fourteen times nameless righteous revelers pounding dry pavement to hear the earth answer back rocks that beat jones ing elves and metro gnomes summon sleeping giants living crowds coalesce and explode lifting the shroud of death from wrecked homes and wave my writes like an eternally burning flag always fire colored and covered coveted summer cavorting with lovers too loud for flesh the type i haven t met yet but i m sure you re becoming after us nothing before screams humming dream something and we ll play it next melody drifting downriver sun dressed and kissed and shone for new b boys no one ever dies not in my sky we are soaring so simply it s missed by reason and exists as silent song artists wake up human to put attitude and violence on put off tomorrow what say we say what we mean to feel more often i m real sure i m less shot i steal words from hip hop like what but i love it like you don t you love it when it s like you and we say that s my jam because it is because it s like that when it likes you giving group affirmation like yes y all and it goes on because you don t stop because if you did the world would fall apart and these beats would return to the womb of the universe where they d wait another six billion years for life to sound like boom bap again so move