As I put together this album, there were pieces of paper I used to sketch ideas, determine track names, etc. There are three such pages and thus there are three such CDs. If you'd like me to autograph said page, let me know on the purchase notes.
Includes unlimited streaming of BLKTCHP2
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Now you can have the hauntingly beautiful cover art by Dusty Neal as a high quality 10" x 10" print. The artwork is too intricate to leave solely for a CD and tiny digital screens and thus prints were made. This limited edition bundle includes aforementioned print, CD, die cut 5" artwork sticker, and digital download.
Includes unlimited streaming of BLKTCHP2
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Compact Disc
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Comes in a lovely gatefold card case with artwork from Dusty Neal, photography from Bambi Guthrie, all blessed by Chef Mike's graphic wizardry.
Includes unlimited streaming of BLKTCHP2
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Named after the Fort Wayne judge who determined there would be no bail available for those protesting killer cops until after the weekend had passed.
lyrics
look, I don't have room for hatred in my heart
but my lungs are storage units as voracious as they're sparse
Some sort of cupid in a stupor aiming arrows poisonous
No time for parlor tricks deploying quips for toys to lift
Hope the have that staying power Disappointment does
Breaking chains connecting shackles when they hoist the cuffs
I long for change like when Perestroika struck
Everything is going fine, but it’s all poised to bust
Looking great but that veneer is stretching thinner here
Looking back the past and week and say it’s been a year
Hindsight is just a trap, there is no mast to hold me
Firetrucks, EMS, and cop cars patrolling
Those are sirens and my rope is my day job
Tug of war, will I win it? I’m afraid knot
Footing the bill, shoehorning into pairs of smaller kicks
Walking a mile but won’t make it past the politics
(So) just go about your business, everything is swell
Creature comforts in abundance, there’s no need to yell
Don’t tip the apple cart, cause they will starve, we feed them well
Money making power, power making money, sells
Trolly cars carrying hipster rich apologists
And every February there’s a slight acknowledgement
Figureheads clear throats then read a polished script
Acceptance verses tolerance, watching the gollums win
Take some quotes to look the part, the barber razor looms
Kumbaya for just a moment we can play the tunes
Reading the room but the glass is armored, that’s a martyr
Got the stones to take that guilt and cast it farther
You ever see tear gas used against your friends
A few blocks down from a bridge saying never again?
Stormtroopers, state police, local cops spraying grief
Rubber bullet eye removal for the sake to say we’re free
Mops inside the jails flooded with the blood of victims
This is America, right? What a system
Salute the flag, lick a boot, praise a god, vroom a truck
Shoot a gun, be the facist, moving up, bruise the young
Pick a side, throw a punch, stock the bunker, wear the shades
Get the sticker, snake charmer, body armor, tearaways
Beat the ones you with disagree with cause they had it coming
Back the blue, taking cop selfies saying cheese and running
Cops represent the system, enforcing the status quo
Taking marching orders from power brokers with savage notes
The gas canisters are gone from streets, so most forget
That the system lives to crush us if we pose a threat
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
