(Lupe Fiasco’s Food and Liquor, Track 2)
we have always concerned ourselves
at core with the same element:
the real. the act of documenting truths
some may never find the synaptic fortitude
to fathom:
the fathoms of the star path above
the fathoms of the middle passage beneath
that life is more than lilied assumptions
that a story can be stored in goatskin
or that it carries petabytes
to be unlocked via psychic probe
or verbal passcode
unraveling is a course of our flow
that which stores us is undone
only we get to record the path
in curling fists of language
if you can’t make sense of what
the rhythm of time seeks to say
then it wasn’t for you