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tumi and the volume - my posters lyrics

strolling through dirt tracks of thought i tripped on the rough edges of my ancestry
a broken lineage of microphone and drum mastery
look, mom, i got traces of bombata in my arteries
immune to the tools used to misconstrue
my, my, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to get to the moon but it does to navigate johannesburg street terrain
avoiding murderous silence, avoiding murderous silence with the skill of coltrane
the corner store pounces on my thirst modules, where i bought a can of coke for the price of muslim theology
swallowed western hot air bubbles soda bottled with south american cost efficiency
the, the economics of cnn
life on mars, death on earth be the trend
the poet system bends with words he means to end clocking the beginning, but winds up on rotation
my friend, is a dj who feeds and doesn’t play
my friend, is a dj who feeds and doesn’t play
the poet’s aim is to never find use in poetry
yet we fell in love with the instrument of our liberation
no, we fell in love with the instruments of our liberation
the, uh, struggle continues. the, uh, struggle continues
the, uh, struggle continues. the, uh, struggle can pin you into the next wave
my front+line turf i pipeline, surf the blood thirst of demagogue has changed
outmaneuver accelerated technological change
i, lie and sleep in the memory of malcolm
he can imagine the smell of flesh and hanging rope
“get off the struggle rhetoric” i’m told here today
dawns come in pinstripes and mobs
my black president does me wrong, “how wrong?” you ask?
well shit, he got the mask on. what mask?
yo it’s franz fanon buried in the stigma of misinterpretation in black bookstores
the, uh, struggle continues
the, uh, struggle continues
the, uh, struggle continues
the, uh, struggle continues
the, uh, struggle continues
the, uh, struggle continues
because i am so cool, cool

- tumi and the volume lyrics

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