The Sensorial Of Spirit And Soul

[JAH - GREEN]

I Can’t Tell
( T. Fila Kazi / T. Fila Kazi )

We’d stay together with no sentiment,
Rolling up the way to reappointment.

I can’t tell how you make me feel inside.
I can’t tear all those moments by my side.
I can’t sell what you’ve hurt and what you hide.
I can’t tell…

As love is real and ignites passion,
I know you can bear its radiation.
So many times I thought it smothering
But it just fitted he need you were lacking.

You told me nobody’s ever healed you
And my power steadily reaches through ;
Renewing all of your soul and flesh
That’s turned sacred for me to fetch.

I can’t tell how you make me feel inside.
I can’t tear all those moments by my side.
I can’t sell what you’ve hurt and what you hide.
I can’t tell…

We’d made us cry oceans in the past.
Those diverse cured wounds proved the blast.
Too many of them’d caused to throw arrows
At each other’s heart, targetting the bows.

We aimed to grip their sufferings and undo them,
Turn bad around and keep tied near or far as same ;
Hanging on the waves of union with loud spare beats
Meeting up, at everyplace the echo seeds.

I can’t tell how you make me feel inside.
I can’t tear all those moments by my side.
I can’t sell what you’ve hurt and what you hide.
I can’t tell…

That’s all I can get from my worth.
We cannot be odd on this Earth.
Now I may remember your works,
As colossal as my love bursts.

We’d stay together with no sentiment,
Rolling up the way to reappointment.

I can’t tell how you make me feel inside.
I can’t tear all those moments by my side.
I can’t sell what you’ve hurt and what you hide.
I can’t tell…

(c)TFK

[Majadi]

Originally Posted by JAH - GREEN

I Can’t Tell
( T. Fila Kazi / T. Fila Kazi )

You told me nobody’s ever healed you
And my power steadily reaches through ;
Renewing all of your soul and flesh
That’s turned sacred for me to fetch.

(c)TFK

My favorite verse! Fire!

[Majadi]

Having been thoroughly washed in the blood of martyrs
I am not one to march for fear of dripping ancestral energy on my enemy
This energy would burn and surely I am saving them for the fire
And this fire is in my children’s hearts
For where most people raise their children,
I raise hell and hellraisers, who give hell a good name
You see my children have been called mud children
As if mud is a bad thing to be from for my children are soil seed
Dark and lovely, making beautiful music to kill the ugly
My children have been called demon seed but they can
Light it up when I give the call and I have issued the call
To descend upon the beast and so me and my ankle biting, curtain climbing
Crumb snatching children shall chew a plug in the ankles of lady liberty,
Snatch the curtain from the hiding place of Uncle Sam and
Remove more than the crumbs from freedom’s table
My children are greedy they want freedom at all costs by any means
Necessary, they do not except lynching as a way of life
They do not feel the call to assimilation, my children have hard heads and
Soft hearts, living, loving truth, strong fists high morals living life loving
Love, and this is the music that fuels their souls thus they
Will not be disrespected anymore. My children are New Age Afrikans
They sound and move like Garvey, Nzingha, Yaa Asantewaa, and Nat Turner
They make Love Supreme like John Coltrane dancing over
Djembe drums as heartbeat or as hip hop rythyms in divine
Overtones, my children have a love jones for their Afrikan selves
And they have water smashing fists, this is the breath of Denmark Vesey, revolution loosely tied to their backs, they ate the truth finding peace somehow in
Abrasive sands blasting their beautiful faces erasing the smooth
Nile River lines as if history were mountains broken into pebbles by the breath
Of love, my seed shall smile like small glimmers
Of moon breaking the night sky lovely again and again as their poet/prophet/priest
Father preaches to them he shall have them dancing on the mountains
Of the moon his bones rattling with earthquake motion sun tripping on beams of sound Saturn’s rings appear before their very eyes blinding them to reasons to multiply their revolution 7,777,777,777 times burning as hot as one million sons as hot
As one billion daughters evaporating water burning so hot, so fresh soooooo! Sweet
That the taste is nectar and ambrosia, In other words these unspoken words will take
Flight like unspoken birds and their flesh will take such a divine form that their word
Shall be reborn as seeds of everlasting and as I their father am forever fasting so
That they might drink of my holy blood from this chalice and eat of my flesh which burns
As frankincense from Egypt and myrrh from ancient Kush per result
Of this selfless act they shall neither hunger nor thirst again and I f I am this
Afrikan at this time in this place in this hour in this moment then let my flesh burn til’ I become one with the universe let my flesh quicken til’ it becomes one with the word