¥\Pros/Poem by; Nosakhere “Nos” Kamau
Cigar culture is back/to the State of Yucatán..
7 million burners north…
blending & binding…
No I don’t write for the sake of riddling…
/V-Cut Pyramids-Crowned Headz Triggered…
/Quincy from FL. paved way/brought the shaded hand/
the sun rose in the East…
it Cameroonagain…
No I don’t write for the sake of riddling/
V-Cut Pyramids/Crowned Headz Triggered…
Hell bent on giving it all to you…
/novices, so-called aficionados blow heavy/
steady…we the children of the night/ highing fly like the phoenix/
Landing abruptly a top of an aging room/ Boom! & Plume!/
then a blind tasting occurrence with those of Oscuro texture
/ thorough is my palate/
as my taste-range Trumps
those less-melanated/
Faded from the Brothers of the Brough /
Elated by the lessons given by my Uncle Nearest to my age/
the Pappy to that trifling Cousin Jack/
Drunk & Wild Like A Chicken with her head cut off/
David-Off the head of Goliath/
Still Marauding like Mugabe @ the Conference of Geneva /circa ‘76/
Going straight to the top/
Taking all that ligero/
Kicking the imperialist out/ we gotta plan/
As we cultivate the 4 Corners & 4 Kicks Your Ass Back into a torched lit existence /they’re tunneling…
I’ve meditated for months on A Blue Mountain/
& Made Epic-Strides/
Gliding effortlessly in my Carolina Blue Jordans/
stop courting with the takeover/
the whole industry needs a make over/
Tailor Your Smoke Up & steer your support unto the mirror/
yeh, 2ward the ones that look just like you/
our heritage is festive beyond the centennial/
in-sync with the universe……
Cigar culture is black/peep the state of Yucatán/
7 million burners north now/
blending & binding/
No I don’t write for the sake of riddling/
V-Cut Pyramids/Crowned Headz Triggered/
Quincy from FL. paved way /
& brought the shaded hand/
the sun rose in the East/
it Cameroonagain/
No I don’t write for the sake of riddling/ V-Cut Pyramids/Crowned Headz Triggered…