Some Assembly Required...

Sometimes I feel that t.h.i.n.k. is on some megazord shit.

each member an extremity exuding it's life experiences.

real niggaz by day, revolutionaries at night/

dealin' with fight or flight, plight, and making things right/

till sight is only enabled in third eyes/

we are.

we are far more than poetry nights and open mics//

not only because we speak and keep our minds open like/

24/7 in twenty four heavens combined/

we. spiritually rip your spine, smash it to ink, and spit your lines/

Between signs of blue lined tears on white backdrops/

for them.

college ruled while blacks dropped in the street.

so if money is what you lack, take a step back/

a step hispanic, a step black

embody all that in a movement and those who are blind/

won't go insane or be outta their minds/

but inside it.

start t.h.i.n.k.ing......