-Sankofa
Crop the picture with a circular logic
Just to catch a glimpse, what’s happened since the first to deposit
Shout to Turkish with the first to accomplish
Invisibility the curse of the conquered
From fists the filth is squeezed blood money fills the eaves
Stomach rumbles like a lion seeking wildebeests
The ill at ease, feeling calm when there’s adrenaline
Danger lurking as my doctor with the medicine
The pharmacist slash calmly targeted the hardest hit
Each move is calculated, Malcolm made a mark with it
Find the treasure on a path that wanders through the mess
Slight obsession yet the ask can slaughter crews that rep
Who’s the best, I couldn’t care less but still watch
Set to build until the thrill stops, the kill spots
A crooked lair left by those prepared for doomsdays
A new cave to build a better man beside the few brave
Group rates sought by the loners, rocking Isotoners
Light the beam the tightest team might just find some bonus
The right aroma provided by all the kitchen wizards
Whipping up a miracle, cleaning with slickest Swiffers
Southpaw switch his stance up, it’s hitting different
Sounds raw quick to blitz them with the fist ballistics
The jab set to crack a rib, eve on the pipe
Found the fight in the dog, the dog is leaving the fight
Adam set to bomb atomic with the dawn of golden apples
Staying active never passive far from old and fragile
I hold the gavel like a javelin the court is supreme
Fumigated all the rabble then reported it clean
Knock knock, open up another door to a dream
But my hand becomes the handle teleported to steam
My arm begins to change to a bicycle chain
With my elbow off the sprocket, no derailleur to claim
Coke bottle lensed glasses with a nasal refrain
Where the echo of the legends simply faded to gray
-JON?DOE
I heard that hanging on them heartstrings cures scars
Healing in the memories of Gentinnes, Vieusart
basking in the moments to break the seals
Replay the reels, Nathalie and bedrooms full of Playmobil
Asterix, Bill et Boule, Gaston la Gaffe
Visits from Uncle Joe left us gassed on the laughs
Family silhouettes on the bottom of swimming pools w sharks
Walibi wasn't shoes it was an amusement park
Moriah with pencil cranking teeth out your mouth
Setting fire to the floor at Phillipe de la Fiore's house
Gundam, Captain Harlock and Goldorak
In cavalcades of latter days it's a hard lot to hold it back
Recurring nightmares from falling down the stairs be over soon
Abba on the record player, Moms up in her sewing room
Giovanna in the kitchen making fresh profiterole
Ciara in Olgiatta, or Velletri where my soul be
I solely think about them days and I'm glad
Jogging through the Villa Borghese with my Dad
Sundays at Sabaudia Beach were bad, we loved it
In the back if the Volvo with the sleeping bags and luggage
From Le Verseau to Saint Dominique then Loma Vista
Belgium to Italy to tha OC growing withcha
Summers In Jersey and Brooklyn, 25 cousins
Defining being in the moment, never cared what wasn't
Grandma's house in Maywood and an attic filled with ghostly things
These are all glimpses to the memories that chose to cling
Emerald Bay where the spirit of my pops is
Glad to say my childhood was the opposite of not live
The genesis, remembered as the formative years
Before I'd ever dreamed I'd be performing with peers
Forever young, crafting these moments into bars
Laying on my back watching fireflies turn into stars
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
