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Family Time (intro)
00:50
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a hundred languages
02:28
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I had to vocalize the way that I’d invoke the vibes
Some paid the pope a price to lay in stones in coldest nights
Folks who stroll with golden ribbons, but their soul is missing
I go upon a path with focused vision, so persistent
Never going for the token measures in the hopes of whiffing
A doper presence progression’s measures over riches
I make an effort in the name of fun and building dopeness
Finding humble cats like Bless 1, fulfillment closest
The thrill’s the motive, I ride the beat into the sunset
Still devoted to the code that means I must rep
So Fort Wayne is what I’m claiming, but I’m not the owner
To portray a modern greatness, see I’m walking sober
Some cats see a launching pad, I call it home
I run the streets at night for mileage, in a solemn zone
On Saturdays, you’ll catch me for going the longer runs
See I believe in our future because I taught them young
It’s dope to have a chance to learn from four and five year olds
Plus I get to play a vital role with minds that grow
I’m thankful for a job for that makes me feel fulfilled
Some days exhaust me, all I want to do is chill
And then I realize I have a chance to be with minds
And document the words pouring forth, they see the signs
Understanding the world in the words that they select
Make a newsletter for their family, keep it fresh
So when I get the sense humanity is done for
I chill with kids and am rejuvenated once more
That’s not to say they don’t have trying times and all of that
So many things that they have seen, can’t even call them back
Just giving them a chance to speak on their feelings
Working with each other, together to break that ceiling
Read alouds, another favorite book we speak about
Grab our journals, write and draw what we have found
Children are capable, but the process is gradual
Soon enough, lighting up eyes, the sight is magical
They hear the sounds of sounds and sounds become a written letter
The letters build in strings until a word has come together
The word is ownership, recording their perspective
Then they read it back to us so we can share the message
Scribbles turn to lines, as the lines become shapes
Shapes take form until a bigger picture’s made
I take a pic to share the moment with their family
Sometimes record their voice to talk about the plans they see
I take a pic to share the moment with their family
Sometimes record their voice to talk about the plans they see
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Aprons in the Abattoir
03:17
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Broken glass upon the overpass
The drunken stumble with a sober past
Once Rapunzel, stroking flax
Lawnmower with the burning blade, smoking grass
Diet plans with the Coke attached, note the draft
Underneath the door, rubbery with smoke to match
Hands with paper cuts plunge in pockets holding cash
Took direction from the jump when bosses told them last
Walking out the door, hold a mask unfold it fast
Steam rising from the nostrils of the thief hiding
A straight refusal to let that hunger define them
The system’s broken but it feeds us to the meat grinder
And has us marching to the gospel that we keep climbing
Like they don’t have a ceiling laced with cyanide
Waiting for us if we raise the torch and try to fight
They’d rather have us play by the rules that they made
So we play that rigged sport, another fool in the cage
Divide and conquer just the tools of the trade
Another gladiator duels for the fame
They numb us up, feed us dreams from a pipe
Consumed by consumption, in this hedonist life
Can’t afford it? Max the credit plus installment plans
Just to give a bonus to the richest, call it scams
Won’t acknowledge efforts of essential workers
Just give them a billboard, bleed them dry, to hell with purpose
Keep in mind property rates are making rent insane
Just keep shifting around the pawns in the game
Somebody with money’s going to take their spot
Out of town investors only care for money in their pot
Complain about the stove not working, you’re out of here
Medical bills don’t matter, they’re outta town sincere
Hire local artists, make it appear they care about them
Any form of affordability, where’s the housing?
We get thrown a bone, they wonder why we don’t choke
The only thing they care about is them, no joke
We’re so stoked to parade around the scrap they gave us
We forget to ask who’s making cash and flashy spaceships
We celebrate the mega wealthy like that’s goals for us
That lie is what is holding up the knife of golden dust
Enforcers holding cuffs, legislators change the rules
Judas the incumbent with a war chest that’s made of jewels
They played it cool until push comes to shove, and we’re forgotten
Money makes power, power makes fear the doctrine
Meanwhile, we’re sharing trinkets we copped
ADD by algorithm and the thinking has stopped
Meanwhile, we’re sharing trinkets we copped
ADD by algorithm and the thinking has stopped
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Personal (interlude)
00:54
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Crooked Grin
02:03
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I found a key without a lock and that was everything
Just imagining what it could open let me sing
Maybe it was the neighbor’s shed, or a treasure chest
Maybe both, so I buried it deep and kept its heft
The rotting wooden door slats I played tennis against
The bricks my dad used for weights so he could better prevent
The girl’s bike with a bar welded on it to make it mine
The next one had a banana seat, I’m racing by
Drag racer graphic, giant tires on the car
Dad taught me how to fix a flat and make it far
We had the patch kit, a bucket of water too
That piece of metal with the sharp parts, that ought to do
Scratch the inner tube around the puncture, for glue to stick
Get that patch and hold it steady, that should do the trick
Feed it back inside the tire, shimmy it on the rim
Inflate to the proper PSI, man, I’m gone again
The park with the bike track that had that loose gravel
Jumping off the ramp and losing balance, tooth fragile
Handlebars planting in the ground, I’m falling down
My mouth headed straight to the bar, it’s all a sound
Next thing I know, the blood is pouring from my mouth
My dad running over to me, face is formed into a frown
Tissues in his pocket become bloody from his son
Can’t remember how we got to the dentist, maybe made me run
We didn’t have a car, we walked to the park
Dentist looked me over, told me hold them steady from the start
Decades later another dentist is checking X-rays
Notices no nerves in the teeth struck upon that stressed day
That’s when it all comes back to me, screaming bloody sprays
And now this song starts to stir around this muddy haze
So when I look at my crooked grin, I’m thankful for it
It’s better than a hole where my bike had tangled morbid
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The Long Run
02:11
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All these other runners, man I’ve seen them zooming
Can it be a canopy maybe a fantasy, illusion
I’m not speedy, but I plan keep it moving, help my soul relax
Indeed it’s soothing…running group that I am older than
I hold a can of liquid energy on Saturdays
Just to make it through the rest so I don’t start to crash and fade
My heart is better for the movement and the decompression
Me, myself, and many miles to go upon my feet, I’m stretching
Plus I level up my breath control and keep it stepping
Next to go upon a journey where we reap the message
The rhythm of my feet upon the path becomes the beat
Workshopping lines, rearranging words from underneath
my breath, seeing deer will make me side step
Towpath or Nature Preserves it’s a surprise, yep
In my own world, a passport made of earbuds
Each podcast and another stamp appears thus
Here comes another chance to run free
The post achilles snapping rapper with another fun spree
I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go
Just keep moving until the tree I see is home
Passing upon your left, the passenger of rapid breath
If 5 is what I get that’s more than if I sat to rest
Brooks Defyance 2s to Sauconys I’m flying through
Triumph is the latest model, clearance and I’m buying dude
I accrue future pairs for when the pair is done
A heel striker, mostly neutral when I’m wearing some
300 on the mileage and I swear it’s been fun
Muggy days are turning running shorts up into swim trunks
Winter runs I’m building ice upon my mustache
making crystal kingdoms on my eyelashes plus glass
And if you must ask, the answer is yes
You run your mouth, I’d rather run my feet and handle this stress
I’ve got a watch to keep track of my pace
And my pace is pretty slow but I’m at it with play
If I feel like turning back, then I can do so
But maybe pressing onward means I see a new road
Here comes another chance to run free
The post achilles snapping rapper with another fun spree
I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go
Just keep moving until the tree I see is home
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Beginning (Interlude)
00:54
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8. |
That Could Come Next
02:36
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sometimes, the raps I write are strictly therapeutic
Other days I turn a phrase into some scary music
Making monsters comes so easily I wonder why
Self-sabotage, a way that I can undermine
Trying to help folk follow what they care about
Reduce the fear that paralyzes into errant routes
The friends I’ve made through crafting words to beats
That bond remains true and that’s the worth to me
You won’t see me holler blind for some dollar signs
Cause I’ve got a job that pays my bills, see all is fine
But my life is more than strictly my employment
Another year fades away, I’m feeling poignant
A tinge of disappointment, what I haven’t done yet
But it all works out, so that could come next
but I won’t wait around, I’m staying moving
Cause life can go so fast to fade a human
Pacing backwards isn’t for me, but I reflect
Sometimes getting stuck within a deep breath
Counting pavement cracks, adjusting each step
So I don’t snap a spine and someone leaves dead
They tell us treat ourselves because we really need debt
I’d rather risk saying no than bathe in regret
Obligation is a word I seek to steer from
Rear view mirror visions can appear glum
A son soon in middle school, I’m still at year one
Remembering when he first crawled, here comes
Yeah, the video gets replayed
Committed to my fading memory with each day
And my granddad always told me behave
My sons will never know their granddad in these ways
But every now and then my mom will speak about him to them
She knew him better than I ever did, sounds consuming
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Sankofa Fort Wayne
My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.
Fort Wayne.
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