As a Reminder to me
Spit Smoke
you are still here
you always have been
& you will be
stuck in a time warp
where you don't even acknowledge you a slave
cause it's too painful
to know, to remember
mantan'in it
in your down south minstrel show
you spat
salt buckshots
that dont kill
just burn
yourself, not me, not the
powers that be
that see like
I saw thru you
and your spanish moss
people trick
blind suckas
like the steeples
of southern churches
that sambo along with you
to a co(n)vert yankee tune
as you plug your ears
geer: la la la la
and steer the weak
and shelter'd
along the dirt road
of damnation
cause if you dont wanna
be down with me
then just don't pick from my apple tree
for feed
on stolen mana
cause you spat
tainted secrets
flippin it
into the smoke
you choke
on ignorant bliss
and I dance
to diasporic chants
as a reminder
of my joy
and peace
that tropical storms cant shake
with fractured strong arm
fisted desparation
then think of me
when you recount your
low country boil recipe
cause I use adobo
to tenderize meat
with basmati rice
to temper my spicy blend
dont you know you are the end
like a gasp for air
missed toke
You just spittin
that smoke.
poof.
