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Subject: 1975:UE Act 2, Scene 18


Author:
Sarah
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Date Posted: 09:24:30 04/02/02 Tue


ACT TWO
SCENE 19
(Emotion = HOPE)
(Concept: Post Jail - perspective has been gained. Jail has become the catalyst for VISION! yin yang aspect)
(Music - transfer to Tuklu music w/cosmic/space elements - more spritual)
(Dancers: Breakdancers - dancing from within - with a message - more mature)
(Imagery: Yin Yang - growth - cosmic)


Through The Galaxy


Life is like a penitentiary so I write through bars
Cops stopped me and asked me for my ID
Because they know we ride around in stolen cars
But see, we don't have any keys
And we're just trying to get to Mars
So I pass through the gates of life in four conoptic jars
And I usually twist myself in and out of existence
Because I'm waiting to exhale stars
And my polarity separates my solidarity into solar
Me, aligning my kundalini while swinging from an apple tree
Infinity is where my birth date be
Usually come head first
because someone tried to take my feet
But no one can take my feet
I triathlon on anthropologist
Who claim they know me
They don't know me
I'm packing Hip Hop so I be-box
But my lyrical Cyclops causes wonders
Like pyramids made by Cheops
You might want to hide your shoe-laces
Because most of us get hung from timberland treetops
But we don't die
We mummify
And you can ask Diop
Unilateral
Hell no!
I'm three-dimensional
Capable of riding an instrumental with a tri-cycle
And I won't stop
As long as my inner-tube is filled with galaxy

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