Monday, April 6, 2015

Poetry: Return of the Mothership

Starchildren
we are
Stridin'
Glidin' ouuta the
Mothership
reppin' tha
Otha shit
No need to
bother wit
Yo dumbass conventions
We bring the new
Inventions reaching
Waaaay back to
the Delta and the
Jungle
You bunglin' and
stumblin'
Still thinkin; you slick
with all your business tricks
Yo mind fulla
ticks
you maggot brain
Always lookin' to
drain the life out of the
youth
Thinkin' they'll never see the
truth
We the original
You justa sample
Knee deep in what I
passed out decades ago
You thought
The Mothership was gettin dusty
but this is the new
Moon landing
We grandstandin'
Never planned this and
Still we ten steps
Ahead

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