[from the Men in Martian Ice CD*]
"What it is?", we used to say, back in the day when we'd wear our hair that way...long and limp...crowned with flowers, 'fro-on-the-go with the pick up and sticking out a defiant Black power salute to the lifting of spirits, lifting up hair, looking like lions' manes...muh main mans--lifting and lifted the spirit of racial pride.
Like pride, the family of lions, lies ongoing promoting dogma which ignores the dynamics of perceived reality (as opposed to the static nature of eternal truth).
Born in that time, was the notion that if we all just hung out together painting happy pictures on canvases of cloth and/or nubile immodest bodies...if artists ruled the government...the world would be at peace. ...forgetting that only a few decades before, that experiment was tried by a little artists' collective called the THIRD REICH fronted by evil A. Hitler...lethal to their captive audiences.
It is what it is. Thought bought by mindless acceptance in parietal parroting that has only the value borrowed in the reflection of the original. It is like having a Polaroid of a hemorrhoid, ain't nothing like the real thing, baby.
It is, the brain that is, in fact the fat between the ears, coming ever ready to wrinkle. Think, my people (that is all of humanity--my people). Think about what you want. When the genie asks you "What is your pleasure, my master?" refect on what it is that would add to that which is you. A slice of bread, a pat of peanut butter, and another slice of bread is a waste of three wishes on a peanut butter sandwich, and oops! ...you're still one granted wish short of the jelly to make it all right.
"My Brain Is a Fat Man"
by SIDney Howard
My brain is a fat man, full of things
...need the thought-bran
get my flow 'til I can't stand
'Till I know with the Fat Man
My brain tells me good things
All the goodness the mind brings
Fat Man loves just to sing
Freedom me...I let ring
My brain is a fat man
My brain is a fat man
My brain is a fat man
My brain is a fat man...fat man...fat man
Pick up things that are not now
Fat Man's got the know how
Inventions made just to wow
A fertile mind needs a good plow
My brain is a fat man
My brain is a fat man
...fat man...fat man...fat man...fat man...
My brain is a fat man
Fat Man likes his plot thick
Fleeting ideas, he makes stick
...sticking grey matter-of-fact
A challenged brain is a played ax
Challenge is like his Cheerios,
Munchy crunchy, ten bowls of those
...feed on that which will stimulate
But his eyes are bigger than his plate
...than his plate...than his plate...than his
plate...than his plate...than his plate
My brain is a fat man, full of things
...need the thought-bran
get my flow 'til I can't stand
'Till I know with the Fat Man
*SIDzWreckArtz July 7, 1999 / IBC: SW7999MIMI / copyright 2000 Bebine-SuinSID Publishing BMI
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