Cutting Mother

Lyrics

Intro (Spoken)
Cutting mother.
Listen.

Verse 1 (Rapid spoken)
Killin' it on the mic, exploding your brain tonight,
Guns at a knife fight—this will not be all right.
One lover to another, we're busy cutting other
Pieces of our mothers from under the covers.
Freein' the station, brand new conversation,
Concepts erased by the music you be facin'.
All around the nation? Maybe just right here.
Don't fear—papa's here, I'm pullin' up from the rear.

Refrain (Chanted)
Right now—get down.
Duck, clown—look round.
Found sound—beat pound.
I'm clean now.

Break (Silence / Breath)
{Long breath}

Verse 2 (Spoken, escalating)
And I know this shit's dangerous—
Or were they just haranguein' us?
It's time we rearranged—
We must—oh shit—my brain just bust!

Bridge (Stop-time hits)
Mind slide.
No guide.
Inside—wide.

Verse 3 (Spoken, staccato)
I'm ready to run, I'm ready to hide,
I'm ready to seek, I'm ready to peak.
I'm ready to freak any day of the week—
Forward motion, no retreat.

Break (Silence / Breath)
{Long breath}

Outro (Spoken)
Cut complete.
Signal live.

Interpretation

Severance as initiation. The poem stages separation from inherited identity ("cutting mother") as both violent and necessary. Creativity arrives through rupture: danger, breathlessness, manic discovery, self-reinvention. The speaker oscillates between confidence ("I'm clean now") and destabilization (brain busts, urge to run/hide/seek). Violence is metaphorical—language for psychic cutting, not harm. Emotional vector: rupture → exhilaration → disorientation → readiness.