When Pooka Mama asked me to do a poem at the funeral, I couldn't do it
I said, better yet, he gon' live through my music
I put myself in solitude for years, ain't spoke to nobody but fear
Study nothing but words of my idols, keepin' my mind busy away from idols
I talk to dark matter about the life I want
Hike many miles in the mountains, travelin' dimensions of the unseen
I hit my two-step in Africa alongside the king
Watchin' him dance and point to the universe, knowin' it all belongs to him was the most
Amazing thing
I was taken from kingdoms and sold in auctions, and now perform on stages, travelin' dimensions
Of the unseen
Emotions of a poet