Noyz - Keep Movin' On feat. MC FÜBB

My homie Noyz (who, in case you missed it, produced my my entire last album, ITFONA) has his new album, Degrees of Freedom (which is available in its entirety for FREE DOWNLOAD). Here is the track I collaborated with him on (track five on the album), "Keep Moving On":

Flavours

I watched them drink,

my mouth not salivating –

a god-given gift –

and around me saw the dances of life,

the different flavours of temperaments,

myself, themselves,

all human beings flickering together

for brief moments

before we expire.

To work in the fields,

to raise a child,

to leave a mark in history;

who’s to say which shape

a life will take,

which forms we assume

while we drift,

while we force our wills

this way and that.

An aching muscle,

a swollen ankle,

a broken jaw;

we are as glass to the rocks.

And yet we rise,

we show up,

we squeeze the nectar from the fruit.

Chirripó

Plunge into the unknown.

Utterly foreign scrapes and bruises,

wheezing lungs

and chattering teeth.

Listen to the calls of the mountains,

the silent screams of  clouds

that whisper both the dreams

and the nightmares of babes.

Lick the dew off the moss

if a finger’s touch

is not enough.

See, feel,

and listen to thoughts.

Signs and wonders

all along the way.

the poet

he sits alone,
surrounded by dozens of sheets
of crumpled, torn, and crinkled paper,

scribbles of words and fragments of sentences

littering the space between the lines,

some of them boring, cliché verses,

the odd one or two works of genius.

the echoes of words from

Kipling, Eliot, Cummings, Crane, and Morris Granatstein,

line from Rakim, Mos Def, Kweli, Common, KRS-ONE, and Guru

reverberate in his skull,

sweeping over his brain,

trickling into his soul.

he gets quiet,

sits, listens,

breathes, and feels

drops of his spirit

bleed out of the pen’s tip

and stain the notebook in his hand;

poetry, prose, lyrics

all fuse into one substance

as the streets he’s walked,

the sweat and tears he’s lost

and the victories won,

come rushing back like winds

with the power to change the course

of a river’s flows,

just for an instant,

as he writes.