connecting*the*dots

we bring the live to the live to bring death to the all
barrels of dark reason tells the story of the gall
100’s of men and women have the power to stand tall
’stead they just stand by and watch the march to a fall
what’s up y’all?
who’s up for an overhaul?
who’s ready for a medicine ball
dropped from way outta site,
an old found depth and a new found height?
three times left… you know i’m right.
pushing the boundaries of air tight
i’m blasting through to ignite,
even in spite…
of my in-stability,
of my new-found city,
of the pity of a fitty-
sense
of the diddy of a twenty-
pence
of the quality of kweli…
hence
the expansion of a mos def
fence
intense custom eyes gives rise
two light blue hues cutting ties…
lost in the queue.
too much to say,
too much to do,
packing in the world for a step to the chrome-
a zone…
stepping up for a push and a lift two
a tone…
stepping back down
to step right back up
up,
up,
and away…