WE ARE LASERS
I took my shades off for the trilogy
exposé
expose a revolution
a neo-peoples movement
you thought the end had come with 3
but a crowd is nothing to me
Light up my world
my eyes are open for the seeing
I want watercolor hip hop for this next one
blend it
blended so smoothly with reality and poetry
with rhyme and free verse
not that choppy shit that blocky that singular mosaic shit
laser it and blend it a watercolor masterpiece
and do it quickly Dali foresaw it
time is melting away and I-
the world deserves to see your artistry
through their headphones
paint them a water color portrait of what Hip Hop looked like when Common still loved her
paint a coster sized image of what Hip Hop looked like when Lauryn embodied her
and I will keep it in my pocket
paint it with your laser pen and we will absorb your take on it
paint me a portrait of Hip hop on your microphone
I need to see her through eyes like my own
does Hip Hop look like me or should I wish for the bluest eyes like Claudia?
tired of fitting into boxes not made for sisters with noses hips and asses
no lights for my brothers dark as asphalt and smooth as chocolate
even our savior was painted as a white boy but I was made in his image
use your laser to tie me into history
permanently
with your watercolor vocabulary.
make it blend
it's more complicated than black white deeper than grey
use your laser and paint a new image of Hip Hop one where we all win
one where we all relate
unable to find anything familiar besides the feeling that good music brings
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