Here’s Mos Def with another cute poem. It’s actually a roundabout way of saying that you should buy his upcoming album, The Ecstatic, due out this Spring. The poem is so cute, in fact, that I went through the pain of typing it up. It’s exactly 111 words, which is probably a secret binary message to the Illuminati. Jump in for the lyrics.

Mos Def – “Flowers” Lyrics

[Gibberish]
Never scary, barely worry
Bright and early
Bald head, straight or curly
Mundane or otherworldly
No chain
I’m the jury the jackets can’t snatch
The gingerbread the slavemaster can’t catch
[Simulates gunshot]
They put ya mind on that
Get real or get back
Quit frontin’, face facts
The old timers say
We living in the final day
Gun smoke, young folks
Living any kinda way
Gangsta holidays
Greater stakes and hideaways
Meanwhile, soldiers taken straight to the armored place
Crash at the market gate
Marvels of the modern day
Access and instincts
Treachery is commonplace
I sense the dangers and I’m not afraid
Because when all is said and done
There’s only ONE