Saul Williams - Release partLyrics\n\n\nInner breathlessness, outer restlessness\nBy the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath\nGrandma asked me what I\'m running for\nI guess I\'m out for the same thing the sun is sunning for\nWhat mothers birth their youngens for\nAnd some say Jesus coming for\nFor all I know the earth is spinning slow\nSuns at half mast \'cause masses ain\'t aglow\nOn bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree\nI\'ve made the forest suit me\nTables and chairs\nPapers and prayers\nMatter versus spirit\nA metal ladder\nA wooden cross\nA plastic bottle of water\nA mandala encased in glass\nA spirit encased in flesh\nSound from shaped hollows\nThe thickest of mucus released from heightened passion\nA man that cries in his sleep\nA truth that has gone out of fashion\nA mode of expression\nA paint splattered wall\nA carton of cigarettes\nA bouquet of corpses\nA dying forest\nA nurtured garden\nA privatized prison\nA candlewith a broken wick\nA puddle that reflects the sun\nA piece of paper with my name on it\nI\'m surrounded\nI surrender\nAll\nAll that I am I have been\nAll I have been has been a long time coming\nI am becoming all that I am\nThe spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the fluteUnheard, yet feltA gathered wetnessA quiet moistureSound trapped in a bubbleReleased into windWind fellows and land merchantsWe are history\'s detergentWater soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breathArticles amending deathThese words are not tools of communicationThey are shards of metalDropped from eight story windowsThey are waterfalls and gas leaksAged thoughts rolled in tobacco leafThe tools of a tradeBarbers barred, barred of bartersCatch phrases and misunderstandingsBut they are not what I feel when I am aloneSurrounded by everything and nothingAnd there isn\'t a word or phrase to be caughtA verse to be recitedA man to de-fill my being in those momentsI am blankness, the contained center of an \"O\"The pyramidic containment of an \"A\"I stand in the middle of all that I have learnedAll that I have memorizedAll that I\'ve known by heartUnable to reach any of itThere is no sadnessThere is no blissIt is a forgotten memoryA memorable escape route that only is found by not lookingThere, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthlessThey are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessnessBut then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidenceWho else has learned to sling these ancient ideaslike dead rats held by their tailsso as not to infect this newly oiled skinI can think of nothing heavier than an airplaneI can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metalI can think of nothing less likely to flyThere are no wings more weightedI too have felt a heavinessThe stare of man guessing at my beingYes I am homelessA homeless man making offerings to the after-futureSculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe solesA nation unified in exhaleA cloud of smokeA native pipe ceremonyAll the gathered cigarette butts piled in heapsSnow covered mountainsLipsticks smeared and shriveledOfferings to an afterworldTattoo guns and plastic wrappersBroken zippers and dead eyed dollsIt\'s all overwhelming me, oak and elming meI have seeded a forest of myselfLittle books from tall treesIt matters not what this paper be made ofGive me notebooks made of human fleshDried on steel hooks and noosesMake uses of use, uses of usIt\'s all overwhelming me, oak and elming meI have seeded a forest of myselfLittle books from tall treesOn bended kneeProstrate before an altered treeI\'ve made the forest suit meTables and chairsPapers and prayersMatter vs. spirit, through meditationI program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation hip-hop, soul