Can anyone find me the poem "Amethyst Rocks" by Saul Williams?

Question

I've been googling this for hours and i cant seem to find a copy of it anywhere. I would be most appreciative if someone could find me a copy of the poem. thanks! :)

Answer 1

http://www.mp3lyrics.org/s/saul-williams/amethyst-rocks/printerfriendly.html

Answer 2

Amethyst Rocks Saul Williams

Answer 3

Shortly after entering New York University’s graduate acting program in 1994, Saul attended his first poetry reading in Manhattan. A year and a half later he would blow audiences away at Brooklyn’s Moon Café when he took the stage and debuted his poem "Amethyst Rocks."
Here it is;
AMETHYST ROCKS
By Saul Williams


“What I got
come and get some
(get on up)
hustler of culture”


i stand on the corner of the block slingin’ amethyst
Rocks
drinkin’ 40s of Mother Earth’s private nectar stock
dodgin’ cops
’cause five-0 are the 666
and I need a fix of that purple rain
the type of **** that drives membranes insane
oh yes, I’m in the fast lane
snorting…candy yams
that free my body and soul
and send me like Shazam!


“never question
who I am
God knows”


and I know God personally
in fact, me lets me call him me


i be one with rain and stars and things
with dancing feet and watermelon wings
I bring the sunshine and the moon
and the wind blows my tune


…meanwhile
I spoon powdered drum beats into plastic bags
sellin’ kilos of kente scag
takin’ drags of collards and cornbread
free-basing through saxophones and flutes like mad


the high notes make me space float
I be exhalin’ in rings that circle Saturn
leavin’ stains in my veins in astrological patterns


yeah, I’m sirius B
Dogon ****** plottin ****. lovely
but the Feds are also plottin, me
they’re tryin’ to imprison my astrology
to put my stars behind bars
my stars in stripes
using blood splattered banners
as nationalist kites


but I control the wind


that’s why they call it the hawk
I am horus
son of isis
son of osiris
worshipped as jesus
resurrected like lazarus


but you can call me lazzie


lazy


yeah, I’m lazy
’cause I’d rather sit and build
than work and plow a field
worshipping a daily yield of cash green crops


your evolution stopped
with the evolution of your technology
a society of automatic tellers and money machines
***** what?


my culture is lima beans
and tambourines
dreams manifest
dreams real
not consistent with rational


i dance for no reason
for reason you can’t dance
caught
in the inactiveness
of intellectualized circumstance
you can’t learn my steps until you unlearn my thoughts
spirit soul can’t be store bought
**** though
it leads to naught
simply stated it leads to you
tryin’ to figure me out
your intellect is disfiguring soul
your beings not whole
check your flag pole:
stars and stripes
your astrology is imprisoned
by your concept of white
of self
what’s your plan for spiritual health?
calling reality unreal
your line of thought is tangled
the star spangled got your soul mangled
your beings angled
forbidding you to be real and feel
you can’t find truth with an ax or a drill
in a white house on a hill
or in factories or plants made of steel


stealing me is the smartest thing they you ever did
too bad you don’t teach the truth to your kids


my influence on you is the reflection you see
when you look into your minstrel mirror
and talk about your culture
your existence is that of a schizophrenic vulture
who thinks he has enough life in him
to prey of the dead
not knowing that the dead ain’t dead
and that he ain’t got enough spirituality
to know how to pray


yeah, there’s no repentance
you’re bound to live an infinite
consecutive executive life sentence
so while you’re busy serving your time
i’ll be in sync with the moon
while you run from the sun
life of the womb
reflected by guns
worshipper of moons
I am the sun
and I am public enemy nomber one
one one one
one one one
that’s seven
and i’ll be out on the block
hustlin’ culture
slingin’ amethyst rocks