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rEvolution of Spoken Word
Gemini Ink Workshop by Charles Peters
July 15, 2009
Sly Fox by Nas, with words by Nicole Marie Moore
Poem read by Nicole Marie Moore
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| Charles Peters, Photo by Kenneth Dillon |
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The sly fox Cyclops
We locked
In the idiot box
We See
Violence on T.V.
Sex on T.V.
Rape on T.V.
We see, we see, we see
And then turn
180 degrees
On the street
Under the bridge
Across the tracks
Stacked
Poor house, run down
Mama puts her baby down,
Turns on the T.V. and sees
Everyone’s aroused
Down the vodka
Down the gin
She wants that
The gold, the gems
Attention
Fall down
Get back up again
Makeup smeared
Belt buckle welts won’t heal
Why do you ask me who I am? Who I am? Who I am?
Who am I?
But what I see, I see, I see
Remote control
Soul
Controller
Your brain holder
Slave culture
Game’s over
What’s a Fox characteristic?
Slick shit
Sensin’ Misinformation
Pimp the station
Over stimulation
Reception
Deception
So I don’t know what’s real
The backdoor deals
On oil fields
Burn, you burn, we burn
The soldier burns
In 116 degree heat
At their feet, at their feet
At our feet
They lie (deceive), they lie (down)
Who do you rely upon?
I’m dealing with the higher form
Fuck if you care how I write a poem?
I write what I write
Because I see what I see
And I take what I take
Because of what was given to me
The sly fox Cyclops
We locked
In the idiot box
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