I will one day be Mayan ruins
That's something you should think about
What's so important about the things you doing
Why you poke yo lil chest out
I will one day be Mayan ruins
Give us something to be proud about
Think twice about the way you moving
You will one day be Mayan ruins
Where everything I've known of me to be sacred will be called ruins
All my best practices and silliness and secrets and even the obvious
Flattened into a field trip
Gilded people who are so sure they know they know
Will absolutely mangle, misinterpret
Read themselves into the fraction of what's left of me
Ruined
Prop as mysterious as Druids
I don't know which parts of me, which brick of mine will stand on top of each other
I know which ones I wish were
I built these to last, and those not to be seen, but who knows
Entire chunks of my person gone to the ash heap of the ages
And still other parts of me reclaimed by the jungle's flora, reimagined by its fauna
Things I thought permanent had small cracks
Plants popping through leaving my temple ruins
Intangible meanings and functions fall victim to the erosiveness of memory
And the corrosive nature of time
One day you'll all be an ancient city
Where people try to piece together your personality and politics by looking through crumbs under your couch
You will try to tell them, that's just what they are, crumbs
You thinking about it all wrong
As they hang forks, bowls, and blankets in museums
As they muse over their totem powers
You will one day be Mayan ruins
They gon marvel over a dinner bowl
It seems so oblivious
But obvious is cultural
You will one day be Mayan ruins
Just a lil cave drawing
You will one day be Mayan ruins
Everything you know will be gone
You will scream it's just a fork
No look over there
And all that I had hoped and believed to be what will remain
Is completely overlooked
And what was left of me is discolored, water-logged
See, they can't tell that them drawings are decades apart from whole other families
They don't know that Doggystyle and DAMN. are 3 decades apart
It's just a hip hop playlist
They'll only see me in two dimensions
Not knowing that I've changed over time
Good moments and bad
My ruins are not telling the story you think they are
Well, they are telling a part of it
But not always the part I wish it was told
The part I wish it told has grown cold
One day my whole temple will be ruined
One day my whole temple will be ruins
Reclaimed by the jungle I came from
Reclaimed by the jungle it came from
Reclaimed by the jungle it came from
