Saul Williams
AKA NIGGY TARDUST
Niggy Tardust
Grippo king, philosopher, and artist King, philosopher, and artist
Downright to the marrow Down to a disease
He's the arrow through the heartless Why shoot at the heartless
Sunlight in the afternoon his shadow travels furthest Work ahead and be ahead
Woven through the heart of doom he's bursting through the surface From the bottem to the top
Hardly nervous, Not even scared
Suffice to say he understands his purpose Knows what he should do
Threshold king of everything, a comical absurdist The biggest of all
Sometimes when he talks he sings yet keeps his high notes wordless No matter how loud nobody will listen
Sing along when niggy sings, without you he'd be worthless Without you I'm nothing
Homeless, earthless
Venus heart and tied(? ) up in the circus Just another crazy man screaming in
Freakshow hear him speak so properly cuz every word is The streets
Measured against meaning probably skeeming to unlearn us Knows all but shows nothing
Don't you call him by his name, white people call him Curtis
Cannot say N****r so they must call him by his real name
Penny For a Thought
Time is money, money is time Time is money
so i keep 7 o'clock in the bank and gain interest in the hour of God Save up and make it
I'm saving to buy my freedom, God, grant me wings, I'm too fly not to fly Buy what nobody thought u can
I soared further past humans without wings so I soar Go so high w/o wings could reach
and fine tickling the feathers of my wings The small things are what counts
flying hysterically, over land numerically Smile your way through life and
I am seven mountains higher than the valley of death Reach Heaven
so i keep 7 o'clock in the bank and gain interest in the hour of God Save up and make it
I'm saving to buy my freedom, God, grant me wings, I'm too fly not to fly Buy what nobody thought u can
I soared further past humans without wings so I soar Go so high w/o wings could reach
and fine tickling the feathers of my wings The small things are what counts
flying hysterically, over land numerically Smile your way through life and
I am seven mountains higher than the valley of death Reach Heaven
1987
At the gates of Atlantis we stand Standing in Heaven
Ours is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands We are what work we have accomplished
on the plow till earth Always working
till I'm now Til you are at ease
Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun Moons come and go, The sun is provider
Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run Rare occasions can you be free
And they run towards the light casting love on the winds Be free without a doubt
As is the science of the aroma of sleeping women
Lost in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinning Keep looking
But I'm a pupil of his sight I'am what he sees
Ours is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands We are what work we have accomplished
on the plow till earth Always working
till I'm now Til you are at ease
Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun Moons come and go, The sun is provider
Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run Rare occasions can you be free
And they run towards the light casting love on the winds Be free without a doubt
As is the science of the aroma of sleeping women
Lost in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinning Keep looking
But I'm a pupil of his sight I'am what he sees
Raised to be Lowered
To manifest your dreams before you manifest your fears Leave dreams before you leave your fears
To navigate beyond the treachery of self despair Find the way around inside yourself
To find the balance between all you sense and all you see Even out what you see and feel
To find the patience and the strength it takes to let it be To find accomplishment it takes two
To stand amongst the crowd and have the strength to hold your own Stand out in a cowrd of millions
To throw away the pen and pad and simply be the poem Don't write be your writing
To rise above hatred to love through seeming contradiction Raise beyond hate and break through love
To seldom take a side and learn to compliment the friction. Don't take sides take the good of both
To bring about the change within that we can't live without. Bring out the best and leave the worst
To shift and re-arrange ideals and learn to deal with doubt. Always be open to new things
To voice the victory and unlearn ways of self-defeat Learn to be a winner
To navigate beyond the treachery of self despair Find the way around inside yourself
To find the balance between all you sense and all you see Even out what you see and feel
To find the patience and the strength it takes to let it be To find accomplishment it takes two
To stand amongst the crowd and have the strength to hold your own Stand out in a cowrd of millions
To throw away the pen and pad and simply be the poem Don't write be your writing
To rise above hatred to love through seeming contradiction Raise beyond hate and break through love
To seldom take a side and learn to compliment the friction. Don't take sides take the good of both
To bring about the change within that we can't live without. Bring out the best and leave the worst
To shift and re-arrange ideals and learn to deal with doubt. Always be open to new things
To voice the victory and unlearn ways of self-defeat Learn to be a winner
Raw
I want to touch on the other side I want to know you
Where all your anger, fear, and hurt reside, Where you store all your darkness in
I want to get to know the part of you
That I can crawl inside, I want to be there for anything
The heart of you. I want to be there so I know what
Your heart is truly saying
Where all your anger, fear, and hurt reside, Where you store all your darkness in
I want to get to know the part of you
That I can crawl inside, I want to be there for anything
The heart of you. I want to be there so I know what
Your heart is truly saying
Break
Consider yourself: Less than, Inferior to, All this poem is saying be what ever you want
Half man, superior to wemen, to be but at the end they will still consider you
Unbearable likeness as another black person, so be a whore or a
Consider yourself: Almost, not quite, dark skinned, doctor at the end what your left with is what
Lily white, black as sin, devils den, whiteness people see you, your skin color
Consider yourself: Outcast, criminal,
Unseen, invisable, point blank, cocked trigger,
Consider yourself: Hardcore, dirt poor,
Hustler, whore, reverend, doctor, N*gg**.
Half man, superior to wemen, to be but at the end they will still consider you
Unbearable likeness as another black person, so be a whore or a
Consider yourself: Almost, not quite, dark skinned, doctor at the end what your left with is what
Lily white, black as sin, devils den, whiteness people see you, your skin color
Consider yourself: Outcast, criminal,
Unseen, invisable, point blank, cocked trigger,
Consider yourself: Hardcore, dirt poor,
Hustler, whore, reverend, doctor, N*gg**.
Black History Month
The banana peels are carefully placed! Traps are intented to be there
So Keep your shell toes carefully laced, So stay ready
Even the illest got peppered and maced, Even the best were teased and displeased
Now amplify this, Listen to this
Turn up the bass. And turn up the bass
So Keep your shell toes carefully laced, So stay ready
Even the illest got peppered and maced, Even the best were teased and displeased
Now amplify this, Listen to this
Turn up the bass. And turn up the bass
WTF!
I'm fighting every war, Trying to make it
And I'm winning Made it
You can't think of me like you did Its the new me
In the beginning. But all you see is what you saw then.
And I'm winning Made it
You can't think of me like you did Its the new me
In the beginning. But all you see is what you saw then.
Transformation
If freedom needs a sacntuary, If freedom needs its own world
Then History needs a cell. Then history was ran on batteries
With bars to keep his hand to reach beyond Kept at a limit and never given a leap ahead
What mothers tell their young. Mothers are the world don't give in to capitalism
Then History needs a cell. Then history was ran on batteries
With bars to keep his hand to reach beyond Kept at a limit and never given a leap ahead
What mothers tell their young. Mothers are the world don't give in to capitalism
Coded Language
My tenth parapraising is under videos tab it does contain some bad language but it will explain why Saul Williams is my favorite and how another world maybe opened up in poetry as my ninth grade english teacher made us watch DEF JAM POETRY.
