Saul Williams Biography, Age, Net Worth, Education, Career

Saul Williams Biography

Saul Stacey Williams commonly known as Saul Williams was born on February 29, 1972 , he is an American rapper, singer, songwriter, musician, slam poet, writer, and actor.

He is best known for his alternative hip hop that blends in poetry, and for his lead role in the film, Slam.

Saul Williams Age

He is 47 years old since he was born on February 29, 1972 as of 2019.

Saul Williams Height and Weight

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Saul Williams Net Worth

He has an estimated net worth of $500 Thousand which he earned from his various talents.

Saul Williams Education

He attended Newburgh Free Academy, where he wrote his song Black Stacey. He graduated from Morehouse College with a BA in acting and philosophy.

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Saul Williams Family

He is the youngest of three children in his family, his father was a preacher in a Baptist church and traveled a lot, and his mother was a school teacher.

Saul Williams Career

Soon after he started writing poetry, he won the Nuyorican Poets Cafe’s ‘Grand Slam Championship’ in 1996. He played a key role as an actor and writer in the film Slam released in 1998. In 1998 he began performing with artists such as Christian Alvarez, Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones popularly called Nas.In 2001 he released the LP ‘Amethyst Rock Star produced by Rick Rubin. Three years later, he released a much acclaimed self-titled album. In 2005 he was featured on several shows supporting Nine Inch Nails an American industrial rock project founded by Trent Rezno. He released the album Volcanic Sunlight in 2011 which embraced a dance pop style and contained the original sound track of the Bollywood film.

Saul Williams Wife

Williams and Marcia Jones, a visual artist and art professor, began their relationship in 1995,Their daughter, Saturn, was born in 1996. On February 29, 2008 Williams married actress Persia White, his girlfriend of five years but they separated a year later.He is now married to Rwandan born Anisia Uzeyman.

Saul Williams Albums

Studio albums

  • Amethyst Rock Star (2001)
  • Saul Williams (2004)
  • The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust! (2007)
  • NGH WHT (2009) (with Arditti Quartet)
  • Volcanic Sunlight (2011)
  • MartyrLoserKing (2016)

Compilation albums

  • Real Niggery Volume One (2005)
  • These Mthrfckrs: MartyrLoserKing – Remixes, B-Sides, & Demos (2016)

Singles

  • Elohim (1972)
  • Penny for a Thought b/w  Purple Pigeons(2000)
  • List of Demands  (2004)
  • Black Stacey(2005)
  • The Flaw You Worship” (2018)

Saul Williams saul williams said the Shotgun to the Head (extract)poetry

CITESENS,
children of the night,
bearers of the day torch:
scorched and burned.
BURN NOT.
the dam is broken.
the curse is fled.
once muddied and still,
the river runs
RED!

‘ALL
those ships that never sailed
the ones with their seacocks open
that were scuttled in their stalls
TODAY
i bring them back
HUGE AND INTRANSITORY
and let them sail
FOREVER!’*

if ever
there were currents
uncurrent

the wind
could not serve as
truth’s currency

CURRENTLY
MOON MARKED
AND
SUN SPARKED
UNMARKED BILLS
i AM
CERTAIN
i SPEAK A NEW LANGUAGE

as is ALWAYS
THE FIRST SIGN
of a
NEW AGE

i had begun to believe my blackened toenails
were on the path to decay when, in truth,
they had begun the gradual process of
CRYSTALLIZATION.
i am he who walks on wind scorned feet with toenails of
AMETHYST AND ROSE QUARTZ.

my path now crystal clear.

i AM COME TO TELL YOU
SHE IS HERE.

it is not written
NO pen MAN ship
was ever CARGOED
with her character
NOTE:
BOOKS ARE CAREFULLY FOLDED FORESTS
void of autumn
BOUND FROM THE
SUN

Likewise, she made her residence
ON THE OUTSKIRTS
OF A SHADOWING HISTORY
ON THE DARKSIDE OF THE MOON
where the searchlighte of the sun
COULD NOT SPOT HER
nor rot her
the seed of forbidden fruit
every tree
HAS A HIDDEN ROOT

YET, SHE HAS
COME TO LIGHT

THE SWELLING PATCHWORK
OF VIBRANT DREAMS

YES, THERE IS A SCIENCE
TO THE AROMA
OF SLEEPING WOMEN

(AND TO THINK OF THE GIRLFRIEND i WAS TEMPTED TO BREAK UP WITH
BECAUSE SHE SLEPT TOO MUCH)

i now know, they NURTURED her there:
they slept in packs
dreamt in cycles
NURSED HER IN SHIFTS
and became her
ON ROTATION

unnamed her

everytime she was named
so she would not be known to anyone

(even unto herself)

undressed her

everytime she was dressed
so she would not be
recognized

as anyone other than herself

they blindfolded her
and spun her
in circles
so she would
find her way here
by no other means
than her intuition

and
she
is
come

i am a simple disoriented man
in her presence

i wear my loincloth
over my eyes
and ejaculate
too soon

forgive me father
for i have sinned

i prayed to you
and cupped
the wind

and in doing so
barred her entry
into a century:
100 years
of solitude

(yes, the wind is the moon’s imgination wandering)

i will now pray
with my hands
outstreched
with these psalms
etched
into my palms

most beloved,
i am certain of nothing more
than your existence

a thousand ants
crawling under a log
may find themselves exposed
in my childlike search
for you

(…)

my kali flower
i am eternally destroyed
by your love
no longer
am i eligible
for any worker’s
pension

my friends laugh at me
and talk behind my back
they say you have
changed me
and
i am

i am like a survivor
of the flood
walking through the streets
drenched with
God
surprised that all of the
drowned victims
are still walking and talking

maybe there’s hope
i rush to each victim’s side
sucking what i can of you
out of your various
incarnations
pumping their stomachs
and filling them

to touch them
is to touch you
to kiss them
is to kiss you

my friends,
love is an artform
slightly removed
from its element
one may ask
well what does this mean?
i respond
i’ve made it up
but it shall be
from now on

from now on
cities
will be built
on one side
of the street

so that soothsayers
will have wilderness to wander
and lovers
space enough
to contemplate
a kiss

she kissed
as if she, alone,
could forge
the signature
of the sun

i closed my eyes
although
i never knew
the difference
i stood before
a brighter light
at lesser
distance

and then, a feeling. Almost as if nothing were ever bound to repeat itself again. As if history had been as masterfully created as the great pyramids and any attempt to reconstruct or relive any given moment would have to stem from an understanding of how the pyramids were built from the TOP DOWN.
and if one could understand such majesty one would also understand that kisses hold codes for unlocking new portals and that pyramids were first made of flesh

our bonded souls
shifting through
hidden corrals
and passageways

i will find my way
to eternity
within you

when i can feel you
breathing into me
i, like a stone gargoyle
atop some crumbling building,
spring to life
a resuscitated
angel

i sweep through city streets
my wings out-stretched
making mothers
clutch their young
and remember

and do you remember, dear ones
or has your history forsaken you?
there were tales told ’round fires
mysteries coded in song
chants and uprisings
centuries of art
all incantations
calling forth this day

on this day
the drunks vomit in unison
‘though last night they drank from different cups
children laugh and play
introducing their parents
to invisible friends
a country girl smiles
and two trees blossom
out of season

sea sons awaken
our mother has returned
to wave us
from uncertainty
once tidal

twice born
of wooden ships
thrice formed
through mother’s hips
mother ships
graced tu lips
a poet’s garden

‘2 for 5’
‘they’re going fast’
the future’s bargain
‘that’s strange’
‘i heard my name’
the river’s parting
‘hurry up’
things blurry up
the sun is darkened

rivers
like oceans
oceans
like answers
questions
in cloud forms
raindrops
in stanzas

to be
or not to…
to see
or not to…

she has eyes
like two turntables
mix(h)er
in between
my dreams and reality
blend in
ancient themes

the bass is of isis
(basis)
cross-faded to ankh
the beat drops
like a cliff
over-looking
my heart

6000 feet
above
sea level

330 bodies
disassembled

the head bone’s
connected
to the cock pit

knee jerk
ass backwards

dancing slaves
in a mosh pit

punk rock
of gibralter
roll out
nothing’s new

mo’ blood dues
the mo hawk
only this time
it’s you

and you
never loved her
for what she
possessed

you powdered
her face
and came
on her
head-dress

oil slicked feathers, putrid stenched water-bed
‘mother nature’s a whore,’ said the shotgun to the head.

and it smelled like teen spirit
angst driven insecure
a country in puberty
a country at war

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Saul Williams Quotes

“Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again – the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding”
Saul Williams,  said the shotgun to the head

“the greatest Americans
have not been born yet
they are waiting patiently
for the past to die”

Saul Williams

“I surrendered my beliefs
and found myself at the tree of life
injecting my story into the veins of leaves
only to find that stories like forests
are subject to seasons”

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Saul Williams Act iii scene 2 lyrics

[Saul Williams]
This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships
To all the kids who download this song for free, by any means
To all the kids short on loot ,but high on dreams
To all the kids watching T.V. like, “Yo, I wish that was me”
And all the kids pressing rewind on Let’s Get Free, I hear you
To all the people within the sound of my voice

[Hook: Zack De La Rocha] + (Saul Williams)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare!)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line

[Saul Williams]
I didn’t vote for this state of affairs
My emotional state’s got me prostrate, fearing my fears
In all reality I’m under prepared
Cause I’m ready for war, but not sure if I’m ready to care
And that’s why I’m under prepared
Cause I’m ready to fight, but most fights got me fighting back tears
Cause the truth is really, I’m scared
Not scared of the truth, but just scared of the length you’ll go to fight it
I tried to hold my tongue, son, I tried to bite it, not trying to start a riot or incite it
Cause Brutus is an honorable man
It’s just coincidence that oil men would wage war on an oil rich land
And this one goes out to my man, taking cover in the trenches with a gun in his hand
Then gets home and no one flinches when he can’t feed his fam
But Brutus is an honorable man

[Hook: Zack De La Rocha] + (Saul Williams)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare!)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line

[Saul Williams]
If you have tears prepare to shed them now
For you share the guilt of blood spilt in accordance with the Dow Jones
Dow drops fresh crop skull and bones
A machete in the heady: Hutu, Tutsi, Leone
An Afghani in a shanty doodle dandy yank on!
An Iraqi in Gap khaki Coca Coma come on!
Be ye bishop or pawn, in the streets or the lawn
You should know that these example could go on and on
And what sense does it make to keep your ears to the street?
As long as oils in the soil, truth is never concrete
So we dare to represent those with the barest of feet
Cause the laws to which we’re loyal keep the soil deplete
It’s our job to not let history repeat

[Hook: Zack De La Rocha] + (Saul Williams)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare!)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare!)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare!)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line

[Saul Williams]
So here’s the plan
The Ides of March are always at hand
And when the power hungry strike, they strike the poorest of man
And if you dare put up a fight, they’ll come and fight for your land
And they’ll call it liberation or salvation
A call to the youth!
Your freedom ain’t so free, it’s just loose
But the power of your voice could redirect every truth
Shift and shape the world you want and keep your fears in a noose
Let them dangle from a banner star spangled I’m willing and able
To lift my dreams up out of their cradle
Nurse and nurture my ideals ’til they’re much more than a fable
I can be all I can be and do much more than I’m paid to
And I won’t be a slave to what authorities say do
My desire is to live within a nation on fire
Where creative passions burn and raise the stakes ever higher
Where no person is addicted to some twisted supplier
Who promotes the sort of freedom sold to the highest buyer
We demand a truth naturally at one with the land
Not a plant that photosynthesizes bombs on demand
Or a search for any weapons we let fall from our hands
I got beats and a plan
I’m gonna do what I can
And what you do, is question everything they say do
Every goal ideal or value they keep pushing on you
If they ask you to believe it question whether it’s true
If they ask you to achieve, is it for them or for you?
You’re the one they’re asking to go carry a gun
Warfare ain’t humanitarian you’re scaring me, son
Why not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, fight inflation?!
Why not fight for our own health care and our education?!
And instead, invest in that erasable lead
Cause their twisted propaganda can’t erase all the dead
And the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our heads
Or nevermind, said the shotgun to the head

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