It’s a part of me… A part of me… Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop, Don’t Stop…

I can’t escape/ what’s a part of me/ some call it “chakra”/ some call it “ki”/ my “reiatsu”/ sparks my creativity/ and then all three unite and become trinity/ that’s the danger/ when I read manga/ watch anime then pray that shit don’t have the last say/ and it’s like that/ and that’s the way it is/ and Jolowmight(x) Cervantes will handle his biz…

It’s called Naruto/ and DBZ/ the trifecta is complete when we add Bleach/ because I’m going “Sage Mode”/ or “Super Saiyan”/ and in my “Hollow” form/ this Shinigami ain’t playin’/ but that’s not all/ there ain’t one single hero/ just ask Kakashi/ Ishida/ and my man Piccolo/ yeah we doing damage to single narratives/ cuz it’s like that/ what?/ and that’s the way it is/ huh!

Call this a manifestation of material/ that emerged randomly, aberrantly, mercurial/ it’s ethereal/ evanescent/ and in the worst of times something should be present/ but seems absent/ justice, mercy, love/ chakra, ki, reiatsu/ who knew instrumentals could be so profound?/ and if this never sees airplay it won’t negate the sound/ Chakra, that lone voice in the wilderness/ Ki, that groan so unmistakable/ Reiatsu, a connection so unbreakable/ but they’re damaged/ we’re tarnished, yet at the same time varnished/ with afro-sheen/ a mean grimace/ a clenched fist/ and a big black pic/ but “race” can’t contain the love and indignation I feel/ so I watch anime and read manga/ And refuse to let ontology win/ I am more than “am”/ I am more than this/ I do not understand “to be or not to be?”/ question so untrue if you don’t add the “do.”/ “to do” and “to be”/ now I now philosophical ruminations ain’t allowed in mainstream hip-hop/ but it’s like the epiphany that made Moses heart drop, stop, and roll/ for a bush unconsumed/ one name can’t assume/ it refuses a name/ I refuse to let possibility die/ as I cry, shake, and lament, these tragic events/ of injury, death, and meaninglessness/ I doth protest/ some say it’s a fool’s errand/ a madness with no method/ but these three remain/ these three abide/ so I can’t hide for long/ cuz it’s endless/ but ‘til the day I die/ I’mma create and resist/ call them “faith,” “hope,” and “love”/ call them “chakra,” “ki,” “reiatsu”/ but never call them one title/ lest we make an idol/ cuz it’s like that/ and that’s the way it is/ no… cuz we’re like that/ and that’s what we do…

Can’t Stop/ I won’t Stop…