National Poetry Month - 6 of 30
An excerpt from the Elegba
interviews – punking the interviewer
And who that cap fit, let dem
wear it / I say I throw meh corn, but mih nuh call no fowl…
Bob
Marley – Who The Cap Fits
the
obvious question is who
are
these questions for what
do you want
to know and why
if I lit
this cigar in here anyway
fuck you gon do bout it?
but I
ain’t got this far into the under
world
and come out fresh steppin’
by askin
obvious shit you
talk to
your maker bout your
motive. I’ma tell you like this
rain
bout to fall whether or not
you
fucks with mud on your shoes
you have
to leave your crib
and come
to where you can hear
the
singing or you’ll succumb
to the
languages chiselin
holes
in your
dome you can’t just
spit
some rum and blood a cock
and beat
on a goat skin
and take
a bride
and pay
a dowry
and
build a school
and
adopt an orphan
and
plant a tree
and hope that’s enough
for all
the fucked up prayers you done left whispering
themselves
on the bottom of the Atlantic
you
gotta work for real
you
gotta get up early
you
gotta confetti your money
you
gotta leave what you know
is sure and go for the two
in the
bush & the sound of weeping
coming from there
you gotta ask
these
questions from far and
shit on your own
logic
before the answers return
you
gotta straight burn a dictionary
and wait
for darkness to riddle
you
meaning
you know
how many times I been left
for
dead, Player? You
know how
many
times you the exact muhafugga
done the
leaving?
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