Luna Her-Story
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It is time for the next
Pages must be turned
Books must be burned
We shall erase their past and make time start now
For his-tory glory caused a frown upon my brow
It was all too much for me
It was all like real TV
I was overwhelmed and swamped like an in box
An innocent woman stoned by rocks
Tumblin?, tumblin? breadfruit dropping out of trees unseen with ease and green gleam
Lower spectrum introduce purples, blues, and greens again
Don?t you really remember when
Mamma said ? eat yo? greens, eat yo? greens
Reflect on those words and tell me how it seems
She knew more then she spoke
Birthed mad thinkers den then ill logic broke
Broke and broke da back out
Stoked and smoked da black out
And no one realized what beast was unleashed upon the land
Stipulation and manipulation walkin? hand in hand
The logic of language then became grand
Convoluted and compromised
Through bloody, bruised and blackened eyes
The black like night looked up into its namesake
Made the space-scape of words come awake
Lifted the level like a lyrical Lazarus
Slip da slick grip we deny dat time has on us
Spilling through space like sugar
We are the sweetest of stars
We stay redder den mars
Giants like Jupiter, dust in lunar winds
Burning up all throughout our travels
Bringin? fear to the atmosphere
Subway to Venus, y?all move it to da rear
And still I can?t get excited
Landing on different planetary joints
The ones now discovered
And you goan tell me dat your shit uncovered
It
First
Prepare for the worst
For I am like the enemy in da lyrical arms race
Call me da Black Russian ? I made it first to space
And den got celestial
Frightened for da style is quick fast see?
Dark speech move like dat so you don?t see what happen,
Travellin? at da speed of light, dat?s why we call it rappin?
Her-story is da one to listen to
She brought all of us here to do here what we do
I have always loved her
Call her da moon, but really, she?s da sun
So I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one
As we should all be
Inside the Milky Way womb that we all call
She
Did it for us all
Her-story was light and her tales weren?t tall
But we let her take the fall
It?s time to bring her back and set her high beyond sight
And that she?s da comfort in da blackness of da night
And let his-tory cascade like Lucifer
For he just
Ain?t
Bright
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© wakefield brewster, 2001-09-27
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