…as told by Killah Priest and Instagram.
“Old and new kiss everywhere in Africa”
“Peace Killah Priest”
“Peace, wassup man?”
“I’m with you”
“Yo.. I wanna know what’s goin on? Ever since that Basic Instructions Before Leavin Earth I wanna know what you gonna do for us right now. It’s been a while baby, we waitin!”
“I’ve just been chillin, been chillin I been in the lab writin and stuff y’know? I just been on my, ya’ know, knowhatI’msayin? On some…”
Guns, shootouts and crack sales.
Black males who pack jails, trapped in hell.
No peace, cold streets, surrounded by po-lice this whole week.
Buildings with no heat.
No lights, the gas pipes with slow leaks.
Dog fights and lowlife throw dice the whole night.
Thieves, creeping in the midnight evenings, we soar through the misty regions.
Go to your house, take a vial for the demons.
The moons in – the lunar eclipse
Prophets stand in the midst of the seven candlesticks…
Is now gettin facelifts, fake tits, and fake lips.
My princess, I used to spot her from a distance –
Holding my infant,
Burning incense –
The moment intent…
Now we step in precincts –
For your ebony prince.
With royal apparel, annointed with myrrh and aloe.
We had herd sheep and cattle, now we battle.
Used to pass over Brooks of Qe’ron.
Towers of Lebanon.
The Pool of Gechron.
We used to sing songs, upon Mount Hebron.
How his gold turned to bronze.
We was the wisest and the richest.
Now we’ve turned to snitches…
We was the smartest, worshiped wisdom like the Goddess.
Forsook the Wisdom of the Fathers…
Now we drink Ballentine…
And raise up in the violent mind.
Eighty measures of wheat and barley.
We live Godly…
Listening to Bob Marley,
Chasing us through the African safaris…
From Then Till Now.
What goes up must come down.
What goes down comes back around again.
Where it all began…
lampin with all my handsome grandsons,
hair long as Sampson.
But now we Black Panthers,
It’s funny how the dollar bill have my seeds holler for meals.
Mother swallow a pill.
Roads seem hollow but still,
Grab a bottle to heal…
It’s like a noose of seventh seal over Brownsville.
I’m trapped up with cleptos, the tec blow.
From the Crystal City, near Getti.
Children used to grow on lillies, now they roll up Phillies.
Is my weed spot.
Sometimes I eavesdrop in the books of Enoch.
Beneath a waterfall,
Rubbing crystal balls…
But now we spray paint initials on the wall…
Africa and London. 2012
Killah Priest “From Then To Now”
(*A special thank you to James Sheffeild-Dewees for the inspiration and Marcus Hedgpeth for his trust.)