I gained my D.N.A. from a man
Who watched the light bend thought
He said the tool reshapes the hand
Before the hand knows what it’s taught

He spoke in riddles, ads and jokes
With scripture in his grin
He knew the world would fold itself
Around the nerves we’re wiring in

I asked which way was I facing
In whose voice should I sing?

He said I could rewire my head
I dropped out, turned on
So you could tune in


I am the evidence
Where sound becomes belief
Where Better Minds Howl with Elegance
But fifteen minutes is far too brief

I step past the first rule without shame
The discourse oscillates
And we lay claim to Charlemagne
Let's not teach the World to Litigate

I don’t claim blood
I claim the stance
The method, not the name
If the medium shaped the message
Then I’m shaped inside the frame

No disguise
No plea
No alibi

The medium...
...Is me