odeASTRID, an Afrofuturist's dub

Nightmare keep me awake in them late hours
Watching movies always about black power
Wonder if Stokeley ever got a rest
Tell my ancestors, man I’m trying my best
I might be in love again
But I’m too worried thinking bout the Benjamins
Like who they use as the profit consume
System a web and we all live in the gloom
I left Philly so I sleep a little safer
Staring at the stars, you can call me Vader
Quaker, I been silent as the grave
Forget thm sacrifices made
My city knows it’s all wrong
Close my yes until the nightmare’s all gone
Late night and we always talking
Can’t sleep so I’m sleepwalking
Can’t sleep so I’m sleepwalking
Can’t sleep…
I’m driving slow
I’m driving fast
I’m feeling low
I’m feeling brash
I’m driving slow
I’m driving fast
I’m feeling low
I just might crash
Slow, slow, slow
High off that distortion buzz, warmest fuzz
Couplets that pour from lungs, pore in tongues
Ready for war with drums or with hums
Assembled in assorted rungs performed and sung
Invested in these soaring thuds with quarts of blood
And for that we’re abhorred by chuds or scorned as duds
But when push comes to more than shove we soar above
But when push comes to more than shove we soar above
Where’s that vessel for black thought? I refuge within it
To traverse this earth requires mad defense mechanisms
TERFs on my turf, insects by my head
I bled, I bled
For the love or the thrill or the science of discovery
Queer kin emerging from the scuzz to breathe
For the love or the thrill or the science of discovery
Queer kin emerging from the scuzz to breathe
For the love or the thrill or the science of discovery
Queer kin emerging from the scuzz to breathe
For the love, for the love
I’m driving slow
I’m driving fast
I’m feeling low
I’m feeling brash
I’m driving slow
I’m driving fast
I’m feeling low
I just might crash
Slow, slow, slow