At Gravesend… Past the Days Inn… It was J. Smith… With equations… Instead of graphs and charts, He had formulas.Instead of Basquiat’s Art, a sorcerer. Remember, the blind lead the blind into sciences.* The wiz mixed dimes for his client’s fix. The sign language used to hide the brickresembled hieroglyph or Maya script. Molding men…
They used to say It’s a suiciiiiiide Now they say It’s a genociiiiiideStrife I couldn’t risk it ‘Cause a knife in your ribs pits A life in ellipsis… Hanging in the balance like the other side is heavy Well there’s an ugly side ‘Cause the other side it’s deadly They’ll pulverize; They’re petty They’re cultured…