Write My Mind

Contested by the vets

so I elect to hedge my bets

I dock the flowing with an ebb...

And Mark my holdings with an x

 

But before i'm roaming on ahead

My heads beset by streams of sweat

And now I'm yearning for a breath

But can't convince my lungs to fetch

 

what next will I forget

To rap at all, the alphabet?

I damn commit myself to spit

But now my tongue is left bereft

 

I admit I jumped in quick

But I contend it's bout to click

And though my face is burning red

I'm bout to earn my epithet

 

Sir Sri

The Thrice great MC

I spit hype to hyphy

Til the mic takes a knee

Understood the machine

So I took to the scene

To relay the unseen

With a hook and a dream

 

This is confessions of the messenger

I come to best cassette embezzlers

I'm about to hex the effing editors

And spit the mess that will upset and wreck the revellers

 

I'm doing...

One for the man who is working on the land

Two for the girl who is trying to understand

Three for the free who come back for you and me

Four for the broken who've been burnt but still stay open

 

And I turn my mind to ocean

And try to set this all a floating

And I set my hands in motion

Cause i know it takes more than just the notion

 

I'm dancing in the starlight, working in the sun

Ancy in the spotlight but I'm trying to get this done

Making for the far side, aching to become

Something that the dark nights cannot overcome

 

I'm wiling out up in these mountains

I rep my spot here in the corner

I play the track while candle light burns

And try to write my minds disorder

 

I'm doing one...

For the dozed who don't know what they don't know

Two for the young who stand up for what's opposed

Three for the hive who alights to keep it live

Four for the friends who can see it in my eyes

 

And I'm turning out just fine

But I can't stop now

I got to get it while there's time

 

And even though it will not hold

I'm gonna write my mind

Every time it comes unrolled

 

And even still there's more to go

I got to stock my bars

With all the fractals in my soul

 

And even if It does not flow

I'm gonna write my mind

And let the music bring it home

 

Sir Sri

That critical theorist OG

These chronic phonics in my sonnets

Spawn and blossom out my chi

Off the top or on my knees

From the drop or as I please

I pop the top stop drop lock rock

And roll ad hoc to the nth degree

 

I'm doing...

One for the fire emanating from my choir

Two for the neurons that their chorus has rewired

Three for the insight that has newly been acquired

And on the fourth I will exhort you to transport me somewhere higher

Five for the skies where we now elevate our eyes

Six for the prize that we dare not to imply

Seven for this heaven if such words could even suffice

But we ate them all cause silence is infinity's reply