Its possessed by the unlettered, and by the learn-ed we are not its passive instruments, we are its servants its our Gils, its our Marvins, it is our Curtis, its our Mevlanas, and our Hafizs, it wrote their verses it’s the perfectly patient, the absolutely urgent it’s the last call, last supper, it’s the last sermon it’s the glass slipper, the transforming kiss puckered with closed eyes, alchemy on her lips (Chorus) -It’s the hidden treasure, longing to be known its the reed flute, listen to how it moans its your outward form, woven in your complexion its your highest self, its your inner essence its in the hand of the bartender, she pouring sips its the tavern of ruin that where her love drips and the absence of it, is the only thing its not, it’s the whole ocean, in a single drop (Chorus) Its flowing through your veins, and your swimming in it its what brought you to life, and your living in it it’s the inner secret, it’s the whole purpose all the wealth in the world, without it: worthless it’s the most fulfilling, it’s the highest value I think that’s why I met you, to remember how to in the name of love, we war and we hold straps but love eventually, forgives even that. (Chorus) it’s the hidden treasure, longing to be known it’s the reed flute, crying bout coming home it’s the first drumbeat, and the griots poem it’s the two turntables and the microphone its beyond anything you could say about it every person in the world, they know they want it and the absence of it, is the only thing its not it’s the whole ocean, in a single drop

I came up in the united states- and trying to break dance- throwin records on plates- diggin in crates and im spinnin till the needle would scrape- and it would would break then im creepin with my homeboys late- and sprayin paint- up until we seen the light of the jakes and we gotta shake- back then it was just to be great- not for papes but real talk at all those things i was weak- it just wasn’t me- 'til my brother put his mouth to a beat- and I would speak everybody just jumped on their feet- the crowd was geeked- and i know what they hear and they see- they seeing me- put my soul in it- just like a key- it’s set free All my people from the oak to the sea, now feel me dont let em change who you are- stay original- real recognize real- spirit and physical no body can take your place- you are original breath of the source of it all oh yes- it lives in you what gift u been given- you supposed to share with this galaxy- take ur natural talents- and practice- till you reach mastery- diversity of beautiful tribes- the human family Everybody will teach you, either how not to, or how to be but u gotta hustle to actualize your potential talents- cuz struggle is the key- you see nothing comes automatic- if the judge would have never sentenced Malcolm and slammed the mallet- then you never would’ve heard about the bullet or the ballet- fire melt the base metals, make something precious out it word to the caterpillar- out the cocoon with wings flappin- dormant in you is the breath of Allah- from your father Adam- but it only surfaces with the discipline and action- dont let em change who you are- stay original- real gon recognize real- spirit and physical no body can take your place- you are original breath of the source of it all oh yes- it lives in you unique as your fingerprint- thats why they inkin it- cuz aint nobody got what u got- so now we bringing it- but don’t be satisfied with sitting pacified- because you blind until you see the world through the masters eye natural mystic, soul rebel, baby catch a fire, let it burn everything that’s inside till u inspired- don’t base your worth on any one or thing that is outside of you- breath of divinity inside of you- man they lied to do- no priest or intermediary- between the Most High and you if you apply the truth-He will provide- until you die to you- you know the feeling when you tapped into something greater- like the divine dj just crossed the fader dont let em change who you are- stay original- real gon recognize real- spirit and physical no body can take your place- you are original Breathe of the source of it all oh yes- it lives in you

Purple eyelids: everything love You make it what you is if you make it what you does; You make it what you do If you make it what you love So it's purple eyelids: everything love.

Verse I: This house of mirrors got me deep in the zone you know how I feel Nina Simone dig inside your chest and unearth apocryphal poems evil is what we do that makes you leave us alone cuz life is gifted every time we breath is a loan you just want beef? come on sink your teeth in the bone and such the marrow out now tell me what is it you care about? Mosesing my ego I'm still trying to get the Pharaoh out and if they ask about my whereabouts I'm writing in the sands of foreign lands like West African marabouts to remember my original tongue but now I'm stuck in this Babylon under digital suns born into the tent and like the rivers we run but the air is too polluted for my physical lungs so I inhale through my heart and beat the rhythm it drums and turn with every cell in my body to the Infinite One Hook: It’s so hard living life without you Habibi, uhibuka fi’llah (Beloved, I love you in God i.e. “for God’s sake”) x2 Verse II: It's so hard but these painful emotions are closer to true love than ecstatic devotion it's hand-to-hand combat the blood, as it's soaking there’s no telling if it's of me or of my opponent until I'm unblinded and reminded I am my opponent then duality dies and I'm not fighting I'm floating I'm not dueling I'm dancing it’s stillness in motion whirling me open like the Milky Way galaxies, oceans as I'm sworn into existence membership for the moment in the embers of remembrance smoldering, smoking to be present in your presence absent in your essence they said I should just forget you I could never be chosen and we could never be together they said it'd just be better if I finally would let you go and forget you forever transformed, as all is perishing except your face into a continent of parched tongues that yearns for a taste Verse III: Like I could die before I die and just let you inside so you can witness yourself as I see through my eyes if I could die before I die and let you inside so you can be the one who sees through my eyes If u don't count yourself amongst the deceased word for the wise count yourself amongst the deceived I feel too alive the letter killeth and the spirit giveth life, so I'm murdered and resurrected every word I recite I pray that you get this letter and that when it arrives there’s still time to revive me to subsist in your eyes pure longing pulled like the moon on the tide on the shore of transcendence I’m watching you shine as each drop in the ocean connects and it binds and calms to reveal your reflection I'm blind as all is absent in your essence and present in your presence all is perishing except your face I step and I dive