Republic of New Afrika

They say to follow your intuition
It’s bad advice. I guess I didn’t listen
Learned that every word of earnest isn’t wisdom
The whiteness inside of me lied to me through premonition
Writhing as I set the rhythms
But I rejected it, what they jockeyed as excellence
Tried to stop me, a detriment on this journey to exodus
Get with this, shit is effortless
Barking on the track I’m DMX in this
720 trick I’m BMXing this. So mess with this
Pan-African feminist. Quellist. A Falconer follower
Tough but I’m generous. Masculine but effeminate
Centered, I’m comfortable in my own skin
Unlike the reactionary degenerates
We’re fundamental, even whether they’re ancillary is tentative
I move Strange. More than half as scary as Benedict
Life is short so history appears to be pathetic and repetitive
To build revolution is hard and delicate. It’s Genesis
So Lenin and Rosa are who I’ve credited
From Marx to Assata we oughta cast away the fetishes
I put a needle through Wilson just for emphasis
Castaway. Basic survival, no need for etiquette
So get washed in my stream of consciousness
Stirred in the dialectic of action versus consequence
There’s a lot to this
Only stones break bones, I guess I lost the sticks
The people’s champs are the masses that rock bottom shit
Sarah and John Conner ish. Karen’s and Chad’s do not honour this
A long line of grand wizards is who your father is
I’m tearing down his statue to slap you and stab you
The same sword from the book of Mathew
I had to. Slay whitey in his little castle
I had to. For all the people living in rags too
I had to. Burn it all to ash to rehash
Yes I had to. (I had to.)
Kick you off the mantle
I had to. (I had to)
Slay whitey in his castle
I had to