We broke da english
de english don break us
We speak power wit voices true n risin’
my grammar aint poor
but your listening and imagination are impoverished
clarity involves tender ears and a gaze that meets in the middle
not from above, straining to make sense of the throat you step on
not while dancin’  without any rhythm or care foh di ancestry of beats not yours
flow came cross tha big wata
with millions uh mouts cryin’ unheard
language denied
torn out of us
n worse
so we break their language with our sharp minds and magic mouths
break a twisted thing until it speaks true
such is the conjure


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