EBONIX
Idris Goodwin
All of this is my ebonix
I'm fishin secrets out this gin and tonic
I sip it for a taste of sour
I got these bitter bites for every hour
And yes, I live inside a hazy future
And I write a song without a song
I got these lyrics sprawled across the wall
and they're upside down/ and so bizarre
and it's me that's normal on the right track and formal
suits & ties is balls and chains and my tattered stuff is all the rage
age is regression and suppression is sinful/ unload this pencil like baggages
and the raving Raymond Babbages is geniuses we savages/ cutting creativity because we ugly and, yes, that's what we like/
butcher cleavers/ bustin brilliance like balloons/ cartoons laughin at us/ while we try to crack our cocoons
All of this is my ebonix
jj fad was supersonic
and yeah those sound waves gon' cost you money
but yo the critics love you dunny
and yeah that one group was a great group
but now they gone like a grapefruit
peels / and hello now I'm here
now — hello now I'm here
for a discussion/ not a dissertation/ defense / confrontation about mistaken/ undertakings of music/ and if I have to prove anything it's that I'm enamored with confusion/ no introduction, body paragraph or a conclusion/ just/ what's under my cap/cymbals & hi hats/all over the page like splat/ like… like… like… like… so anyway/ I learn from Marvin Gaye/ that gray can be gorgeous/ and from gangster rap/ I'm seein' how the whole world can absorb us/ like a enormous/ sponge/ one glove/ one jury/ one day/ one love/ one --- two - three and two the four
all of this is my Ebonix
i wrote love letters in my comics
Soliloquies/ and silly sonnets
Here comes the flood of quips and comments
And they want tap shoes on rap dudes/ basking in cockiness/ probably pissed/ they missed they moment and they neva owned it/ this is brand spanking fresh/ no more taking test/ to call us stupid/while we no longer evokin cupid
I'm from black skillet pans
Resilient my brand
breaking barriers/ while I'm walkin these lands
and lincoln parkers cover the block with brown from bull terriers
America's
Not a catch phrase
But it pays when one sprays it
Filets it/ makes it plain
it cant be/ rhetoric/ especially
With everything at stake
Lets break
Hands like bread
take
Hearts not heads
Lets break
Notes
instead of all of these false hopes
hands like bread
hearts not heads
and notes instead of false hopes
And all of this is our Ebonics
Adventured not indentured servants
I'm from moonshine and city bourbon
busted beats got me feelin urban
it's only we talk
it's only we talk
this is only how we talk
this is only how we talk
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