I know you’ve never paused to give this thought… That doesn’t make the two of us, I’m sorry
Like once upon a time, apes today speak well pronounced language and even add slang to their words
Fe fi fo fam... Once upon a time, monkey chants, chest beats and growls for bananas was the only way communication was made
The kingship of beasts, the royalty of quadrupeds majorly made emphatic
However…
Not distinct enough speech made yet there existed clear discretion between boss and flock
Between hunter and target, between predator and prey
Between the eater and the Adam that tried to flee the Eden that was to be found in the eaters belly
Question is…what made who play which role??
While many would reserve the virginity of the concept beastly vernacular played a major role
I choose to join it in matrimony with the body language logic which all the more spoke louder
Imagine the communication breakdown between zebra and lion in the cross fire of snarl and roar
Yet the obvious transpires, the Hitler of the moment dines to the tasty booty of striped black and white Jews
Teeth of the bolder in speech sink narrow deep into the other as joules provide an infinite surge of energy to the jaws
Pressure, the ideal and sufficient automation to snap bone and tear sinew,
For the king of the jungle, without the bold roar, there is no prospect of being treated to satisfaction
A napkin wouldn’t know to nurse his chest and keep his mane clean of blood from his kill
Words…
Out the mouths of the informed are splatters of paint onto canvases, meticulous articulations that result in creation
Beautiful masterpieces to be seen by the eyes of men’s ears, perceived by the minds of women’s hearts
Darts shot to bulls’ eyes by the hands of men’s mouths
Ask your personal doctor why after prescribing meds for you he still tells you to get well soon
Words…
The hottest power source with the most chill, at the utter of let there be…the inexistent conform to His will
And my God being the perfect exhibit, with words He pimps your ride.
The foundations of the earth remained a concept, a sigh away from existence
Six straight days of splitting day from night, land from water, and dark from light…light into us, His word being the sword.
It’s with them we slay goliaths and size down mountains, the architects that shape our formless worlds
Words…
Your destiny is a crying baby which with words is calmed and built in hope like hushaby
The typical Zambian would pronounce that as ashi-baby
Your silence is the loudest rhyme, the easiest way to rock your future to sleep, a sweet lullaby
Thus I preserve thought that words are more than just verbal utterances which vocal projections make more than just the minds reality
So…
Speak, up when you speak…
Speak, life when you speak...
Speak hope when you speak…
Every half mile that our legs walk speak...
Whatever your hands read in braille with them speak
With your brain hand pick words that will frequent the vocabulary of your body language…
SPEAK!!!!
~Shichoonda Ex-d Zuze~
Like once upon a time, apes today speak well pronounced language and even add slang to their words
Fe fi fo fam... Once upon a time, monkey chants, chest beats and growls for bananas was the only way communication was made
The kingship of beasts, the royalty of quadrupeds majorly made emphatic
However…
Not distinct enough speech made yet there existed clear discretion between boss and flock
Between hunter and target, between predator and prey
Between the eater and the Adam that tried to flee the Eden that was to be found in the eaters belly
Question is…what made who play which role??
While many would reserve the virginity of the concept beastly vernacular played a major role
I choose to join it in matrimony with the body language logic which all the more spoke louder
Imagine the communication breakdown between zebra and lion in the cross fire of snarl and roar
Yet the obvious transpires, the Hitler of the moment dines to the tasty booty of striped black and white Jews
Teeth of the bolder in speech sink narrow deep into the other as joules provide an infinite surge of energy to the jaws
Pressure, the ideal and sufficient automation to snap bone and tear sinew,
For the king of the jungle, without the bold roar, there is no prospect of being treated to satisfaction
A napkin wouldn’t know to nurse his chest and keep his mane clean of blood from his kill
Words…
Out the mouths of the informed are splatters of paint onto canvases, meticulous articulations that result in creation
Beautiful masterpieces to be seen by the eyes of men’s ears, perceived by the minds of women’s hearts
Darts shot to bulls’ eyes by the hands of men’s mouths
Ask your personal doctor why after prescribing meds for you he still tells you to get well soon
Words…
The hottest power source with the most chill, at the utter of let there be…the inexistent conform to His will
And my God being the perfect exhibit, with words He pimps your ride.
The foundations of the earth remained a concept, a sigh away from existence
Six straight days of splitting day from night, land from water, and dark from light…light into us, His word being the sword.
It’s with them we slay goliaths and size down mountains, the architects that shape our formless worlds
Words…
Your destiny is a crying baby which with words is calmed and built in hope like hushaby
The typical Zambian would pronounce that as ashi-baby
Your silence is the loudest rhyme, the easiest way to rock your future to sleep, a sweet lullaby
Thus I preserve thought that words are more than just verbal utterances which vocal projections make more than just the minds reality
So…
Speak, up when you speak…
Speak, life when you speak...
Speak hope when you speak…
Every half mile that our legs walk speak...
Whatever your hands read in braille with them speak
With your brain hand pick words that will frequent the vocabulary of your body language…
SPEAK!!!!
~Shichoonda Ex-d Zuze~
