Georgetown

Ah listening to yu wid de keen half of mih ear An when I sleep at night I close half a eye Consequently when I dream, I dream half a dream An when moon begin to glow, I half-caste human being Cast half a shadow …be afraid? Love more to make a visit than a poem? Seek introductions, favors, influences? No, thank you No, I thank you and again, I thank you Yeah, uh, small man cast a big shadow Ready and raggo, heart stay dodging from the arrow Skin of my teeth, late nights I was paro Sweet to the bone, to the marrow, the marshmallow Yeah, wonder why the waters so shallow The sun was my ally, thе night was my gallows Uh, cooking up the chips in the tallow Invisibility cloak like thе hallows Black like tobacco, black like the lungs that my dad Smoked away in the days that the hate stayed narrow I’m from the age where the hate seems macro We keep a little oil in the afro, The Black Sparrow Hit the high seas, straight like Sopranos The streets still hot like Serrano, saran wrap Around the bad taps so we had to grab the hose Let the cold water flow over man’s nose Yeah, I’m black like the key on the piano White like the keys on the piano, low ammo Uh, black like the key on the piano White like the key on the piano Fascinated by the pyramids, masquerading as the infamous Reminisce thirteen, back flipping and ninja kicks Was emceeing but no one getting me into this Been emceeing since I found out this shit exists This shit that fills the pain as the wisdom spits Out of the ink and drip, the feels of the wings unclipped The beats I ripped ’til I got sent a batch of my own Now I let the speakers bang out your home Uh, and let the words flow out my dome As a spoken poem, let it levitate your zone I’m the homegrown preacher, the creeper, Thai, not sativa But these days I wouldn’t smoke either S-O-B-E-R, I take a breather Pink lungs, yo, I got my mind looking cleaner The deep sleeper, ayo, I came back sweeter Can’t lie, I’m still afraid of Grim Reaper Uh, put another verse into the ether I hit the corner giving twenty pounds to Peter It’s like that, key on the piano Black like the key on the piano, no ammo Ayo, I’m white like the key on the piano Black like the key on the piano, no ammo When Tchaikovsky sit down at dah piano An mix a black key wid a white key Is a half-caste symphony --- Georgetown - Loyle Carner