Innocence - Saul Williams

You could be the president and pop that, pop that

Enter the establihment and warn that, warn that

Take that, give it up

I was a young boy

From the suburbs

Playing with gun toys

In an old church

Question how I learned to see

Angels in the skies

Was it the calm voice

From the outskirts

Was it the clear voice

Through the whispers

Contemplative misery

Angelic demise

You could be the president, now pop that, pop that

Enter the establihment to warn that, warn that

Take that, give it up

It was a young day

In an old world

Digital Pompeii

Question how I learned to see

Beyond the disguise

You could be the president, now pop that, pop that

Enter the establihment to warn that, warn that

Take that, give it up

Presidential, presidential

Let’s make this day complete

I rose to find the setting sun is stone beneath my feet

And as I stepped beyond that stone and it stayed in its place

I felt a new warmth taking shape from deep in hidden space

I do not breathe the same

My chest is a cathedral

My ribcage frames stained glass

The story on each panel says new suns are rising fast

And my means have more precision and my needs are fueled by waste

And I’m channeling an alchemy that smells just like it tastes

And the depths that I am reaching are the heights that I’ve foreseen

And the people give to nature what was taken from the sea

And the children slowly gathered

None of them had ever seen

None of them haved dared imagine how their lives look from a dream

There’s no other way around this

It’s internal, buried deep

Beneath labyrinthine thought tunnels where the questions pile in heaps

Heaped upon that is a mystery, heaped upon that is a plan

Heaped upon that, the simplicity of a river through the land

And the cows around that river do not graze into the sea

They are inland bred and treasured through their own complicity

And the answers are apparent;

difference is all the same

I’m a whale of deepest regions where the ocean floor’s aflame

And the source of this great fire is internal;

buried deep

The blood of stars configure in volcanic memory

They push beyond the surface, they push upward and out

From the depths of our great sorrows to the pucker of a mouth

Kiss, kiss, kiss

Another century

Kiss, kiss, kiss

Another year

Kiss, kiss, kiss

Another speech

He’s kissed, kissed, kissed

To disappear

And we’ve kissed across a threshold to our present state of mind

Where our feelings fry from memories that rest behind the eye

And our dreams are deep polluted by such tragedies of wealth

And the fish forget they’re swimming and their fins morph into tails

And the truth like evolution is evolving as it fails

To keep up with the demands of this modern space and sea

And the skyline of this city are the whales we used to be

And I feel these kids around me as I’m perched on sandy shore

And they’re touching me and asking me if I’d like some water or if I’m already

dead

So I open up my eye and I’m staring through an arid wind at a white whale’s in

the sky

And I notice how they are floating and I wonder if they see

Distant cousins in the world beneath where skies are very deep