I Write To The Beat Of... (Nah and Orikle)
Orikle then Me...
I Write to the Beat of a Baobab..
My roots grow Gold - I’m never taking my crown off.
They said I was so Not - Ever gonna leaf my spirit..
That my seed was getting lost in a Valley of Pilgrims,
But When My Ink spilled, I made a Page Silver -
That Snow patch that sat on my hill was now Finished….
I took a Leap with a Step Coz I’m bigger than my Shoes..
Got My eyes On Mecca, Tied My laces with the Roots….
I Wanna travel like a leaf when the Wind Breathes.
& Nod my head to God’s Symphony of Bark Strings…
Plant New Seeds Tomorrow,
& Don’t rely on The Wisdom You were handed Yesterday,
Truth Will Profit…
I’m Nature & For This - I Paint These Statements,
To Reclaim the Graces that Were Lost when the Planes Hit..
My Wings Keep Peace, You’ll see My Feathers On the Mountain –
Coz I Grow Unique Like the Seed Of A Baobab.
I write to the beat of a night stick, across the head of Don King
Or the poundin` foot steps of the million man march, haunting
Scarred wings, as they beat across the mid night sky, while
Dreamers try catchin` the birth of a sun thru a mid wife`s eyes
The heart beat of a lady on her death bed thinkin` it`s my time
In a world where, without a mother or father, the kids might die
The soundtrack of life, don`t like this song, so I`ll skip right by
Only takes the push of a button, but am I pushin` for nothin`?
Or am I...Pushin` toward somethin`, that not even I know of
In a city that`s quick to get you killed, if you try to show love
I write to the beat of police sirens, en route to a crime, ready to
Shoot first & ask later cuz the suspect`s dark skin & brown eyed
I write to the beat of Mandy, who wants more than a walk to remember
Instead only gettin` a letter that reads I`ll be gone til September
I`m flyin` back on the 11th... his destination was Heaven
And with his last breaths, all he could leave her was a message...
...Now, try writin` to his heart beat
