YA  KABIR  (invoking The Vast, Venerable & Formidable)

Melodies lie
about this world
in rust & bust & downfall

Hip hop flies
& makes the old
dance again
& chance a friend
up against the beat call

Melodies lie!
Melodies lie!
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But hip hop flies me free.
- Ecstasy.
 Clarity
of words that speak
& stream me back
to the decades
of false crusades
where each Imagine
bullshit Brahmin
prosed its claws
down teeny jaws
to pout devoid & blind


Melodies lie!
Melodies lie!
Hip hop sings!
Hip hop sings!
On human swings
of liberty
in ecstasy:
no need to seem sweet.
Hip hop wings me
back those years
& kills the fears
ingrained in chains’
false harmonies:
those agonies
& harming things
that stopped me sing
like I can grab these ears


but its not just me
its all of us
a busting trust
that outs those snouts of song
making them move on
to leave the space
for this phat grace:
Hip Hop sings!