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Artist: Saul Williams
Saul Williams Author
Song Title: Fearless
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I don't know whether to laugh or cry

and I don't know whether to live or die

I kept my love for her locked deep inside

it cuts like a knife

she's out of my life

out of my life, out of my hair

out of my mind, there's no love in there

I move on, move on



dear God, I wasn't breast fed

and most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music

I'm no musician but the pain has been instrumental

my sense finally tune the instruments of - of - of

of being lonely, of being lost, of being loved, of being human

man I could use a metaphor but I can't get beyond this shit

I could use someone to talk to

but most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music



I am a poet who composes what the world proses

and proses what the world composes



I am a poet who composes what the world proses

and proses what the world composes



damned indescion and cursed pride

I kept my love for her locked deep inside

and I don't know what to do

to get it through to you

get out of my life tonight

get out of my life

out of my life, out of my hair

out of my mind, 'cause no lovin' fair

I move on, move on



she had nothing but time on her hands

silver rings, turquoise stones and purple nails

I rub my thumb across her palm

a featherbed where slept a psalm

yay though I walked, I used to fly, and now we dance

I watch my toenails blacken and walk a deadened trance

'til she woke me with the knife edge of her glance

I have the scars to prove the clock strikes with her hands



and I don't know what to do

to get it through to you

and I don't know what to do

to get it through

out of my life, out of my hair

out of my mind, 'cause no lovin' fair

I move on, move on, I move on

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  • Telegram
    "I'm falling up flights of stairs, scraping myself from the sidewalk, jumping from rivers to bridges, drowning in pure air. Hip Hop is lying on the side of the road, half dead to itself. Blood scrawled over its mangled flesh, like jazz, stuffed into an oversized record bag. Tuba lips swollen beyond recognition. Diamond studded teeth strewn like rice at karma's wedding. The ring bearer bore bad news. Minister of information wrote the wrong proclamation. Now everyone's singing the wrong song. Dissonant chords find necks like nooses. That nigga kicked the chair from under my feet. Harlem shaking from a rope, but still on beat. "Damn that loop is tight." Nigga, found a way to sample the way the truth the light. Can't wait to play myself at the party tonight. Niggas are gonna die. Cop car swerves to the side of the road. Hip Hop takes its last breath. The cop scrawls vernacular manslaughter onto a yellow pad, then balls the paper into his hand, deciding he'd rather free-style. "You have the right to remain silent." You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to remain silent. And maybe you should have before your bullshit manifested.
    These thugs can't fuck with me, they're too thugged out. Niggas think I'm bugged out, 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out. This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that. This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black. So where my aliens at? Girl, we're all illegal. This system ain't for us. It's for rich people. And you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money. But you can't buy shit to not get hungry.
    These thugs can't fuck with me, they're too thugged out. Niggas think I'm bugged out, 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out. This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that. This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black. So where my aliens at? Girl, we're all illegal. This system ain't for us. It's for rich people. And you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money. But you can't buy shit to not get hungry.

    ..."
  • List Of Demands (Reparations)
    "I want my money back. I'm down here drowning in your fat. You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack. I ain't afraid of you. I'm just a victim of your fears. You cower in your tower praying that I'll disappear, I got another plan, one that requires me to stand. On the stage or in the street, don't need no microphone or beat. And when you hear this song, if you ain't dead then sing along. Bang and strum to these here drums til you get where you belong.
    I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands. I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand. We're living hand to mouth! You wanna be somebody? See somebody? Try and free somebody? I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands. I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand. We're living hand to mouth! Hand to mouth!
    I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room. I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom. I didn't think that it would be a song that you would hear, but when I played it in my head, I made you reappear. I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part. Then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart. I've taped you to my heart dear girl, I've taped you to my heart and if you pull away from me you'll tear my life apart..
    I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands. I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand. We're living hand to mouth! You wanna be somebody? See somebody? Try and free somebody? I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands. I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand. We're living hand to mouth! Hand to mouth!..."
  • Black Stacey
    "I used to hump my pillow at night.
    The type of silent prayer to help myself prepare for the light.
    Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten
    and the highest number got to be my pillows pretend...."
  • 1987
    "* send corrections to the typist
    Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches
    Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches
    I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch..."
  • Coded Language
    "Whereas, breakbeats have been the missing link connecting the diasporic
    community to its drum woven past
    Whereas the quantised drum has allowed the whirling mathematicians to
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  • Elohim 1972
    "In 1972 my mother was rushed from a James Brown concert
    in order to give birth to me
    my style is black hole
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  • Lalala
    "Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon
    of shaolin before you pluck the strings
    of my violin, my life is orchestrated, like
    london symphony, concentrated. Niggas waited..."
  • Ohm
    "through meditation I program my heart
    to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
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