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S1 ep 23- CORPUS: THE HEAD

Get high get low
Bend your mind 
Pappa don't know
The hole 
The he making 
They the world
And no one waiting 
Bide my time
And keep my safety 
Anger won't do, I keep my patience.

You the earth, wind and my fire huh
What those things that you bottle up

You are the result of meticulous preparation.

They would frequently dine in the company of full bodied blades of grass, a benign edifice, they- as in he enjoyed nature. The head of the lot would oft wax rather harmoniously -live and let be. This statement, its delivery was not the norm, his, the head's usual tune was more staccato in its occupation, as too was his behavior, he was what he ever was- a slave to his whim.

Glory be to the peaceful moments. They'd accept calm when and wherever it would find them. Often Peace would prove to be a slothful seeker. 

Family is a modular thing in format. The head came from means, his impecunious pockets would frequently undermine the strength of his former reality. You were what you were, you are what you've set out to be, who would you wish to become? The last statement had no occupation within his thinking. 

They lived on in that manner, subjugated by the nettling beat born from the copulation of the Head's tongue and thoughts. 

Order can be a sinister thing. There is no devine sovereignty  requiring life should be as you imagined. What had they imagined, what did they hope for?

He would with great frequency cannon the title Bastard on to them, them, left arm, right arm, them is his flesh. Continuously in search of some form of corpuscular deviation so as to eschew responsibility,
responsibility from self. To some extent we all inflict ourselves upon someone else. The Head sought to remdy responsibility by treating recollection with denial.

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 22- Somebody Please! Save That BOY...

To all my people everywhere 
I drove from LA
Gave way to the road rage
And lost me my pace
Staying by the ocean
Hoping I would own it
The beach side compounds
And these side with out sounds 
Would never be awesome 
I broke down the laws of
Finger wagging 
And all the baggage 
I would imagine 
All the gold
Designer dreams, audibles
Yall would scream
Then live life low
Been lyin broke
Bend my bro
Had to be the hold
A lot of me would go
Down in on dreams 
I known what I've seen
Hold down on we
And go down on peace
While stack calories
Let the fat battle me
I don't want this shit
Enough with the chips
Idolize the risk 
Pass me a beer
Dad don't have no shit
Spend me my fear
Family not here
And I'm standing on air
Got a bad ego 
Where all my peoples 
When I dont want equals
Outlasted the freedom
And cash out on zero
Tough shit
Rough shit
Structures
Ruptures
Rapture 
Capture
The wrath of
The back of
The belt
I could yell
Like hell
Then put down the nail
It all seem to fail
Don't cause me no L's
I won't cause you to bail
All my people well
Maybe not
What we got
Daily loss
In a spot
Not the bop 
What I rock
Not the stop
Put your eyes elsewhere 
With my welfare 
Up in the air 
Do you really care

9 years old
And out of control 
Dealt a hell of a blow
Just get outta of smoke 
No where to land
And who'll understand
They blame it on boy and free up a man
Pain is for fearless 
Aimed to be peerless 
The laws of the world I could've cared less
Lived in a swirl, open roof for the air fresh

Morning Morning Morning light

What am I to be 
Don't you lie to me
As far as I could see
Choice is two lanes deep 
Lose what I've seen
Cry about dreams
The life how it happened to me
Off in hotel 
Lies in a wholesale 
It wouldn't bode well
Life in my own hell
Seconds they march
I turned to the lord 
Then broke down the boards
Immersed in these chores
To get on and off
Can't escape loss
They battles they fought 
To hold down a lot
What was it for
You obviously wore
The face of a fool
But it was I who did loose
Locked in a room
Eyes to the moon
You make what you play at 
He stay where you lay at
I cover a face that
Avoid all the play back
I hope I don't go to sleep 
Knowing what's in store for me
The back of my eye lids
Play something violent 
Que up the violins 
Sad orchestrations
Sounds of soul breaking 

Its winter time somewhere 
And its sure as hell is cold in here
Our lows
Ain't all our loss
Survival of?
Why you all hang on
Take hours off
And power on
I go for broke and hold my own
In dismay I lay and never lower guard
What been going on
Can't no one know
I overload
To overlook
You wanna lay when no one look
Escape those days I never would
Corrupt a rose
And hold up your nose
You want that food
A lil' fresh fruit
Be that lewd
All the ludes
Couldn't alter a mood 
Can't talk you
But you don't wanna leave 
What it gonna be?
I can't hold up peace
And forgive a soul 
That get so low
What you inching on
The bullshit 
Can't get lost
You took it
What I don't know is
I can't throw it
All this emotion
All of this hold and
Don't it look like 
That I don't look right
Family functions 
And I'm the monster
2014 so many scenes 
Whole family 
Uncle was sitting right there 
So many into my hair
Ya'll don't know my despair 
How we go in repair 
Top of morning and already scared
Play positions 
Do something different 
You are what you intended 
All ya
Want a
Component of power, and give no brain
To the low stain
Of hurt shame
The worst pain
Is that birth thang
That shared name
That allow you to
Be wild and loose
Go with it
And grow with it
You won't get it
Outta the head
Hell in the bed
And heaven ain't there


Everyone was sitting there.
I mean the whole family.
Grandma down to the youngest grand child.
We may never see her again, our matriarch.
And we never did.
Not in this context, to see the roots, the tree, its branches, leaves and fruit nesting on the plot which housed this growth is something to behold. A break in our rote lives, family functions function as lubrication in our mechanical strides. There you sat dawning that curved smile of yours, the possessor and protector of turbulent machinations. A bad apple, a great actor, did you come here to soil our.... 



Morning Morning Morning light
I would never hold the night
Tell me what you think is right
I won't let you change design 
And I won't allow demise 
Take your toll ill keep my mind

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 21- For The People

Do what you need to
I do what I can
Stuck between being a man for the people
A man of my people
And man fuck these people
When you feeling what you feeling
I cannot make you right
If you feel it how we deal it
I can offer you life
Go check the signs
Got to restrain the mind
It's everything you want to be
And nothing you don't 
All this time 
We hold the line
And you can't seem to float
In and out of line
And we can't grasp the time
If you don't wanna leave
Then you don't gotta leave
But pain don't make no more
Save our energy 
Objects of hate
Brush tears off our face



I may be ugly as hell
But my mamma know me well
Caught in malaise
This cycle of our days
It ain't nothing new
Strung out like these shoes
I been holding out
Barely holding on
Find a way then latch on
How you wanna tell it
I'm not one to sell it 
The glossed up image
How you came to get it
I can't chase my life after you
And expect to be just as cool
The days are made for us to loose
When we do how they do
Pursue what they choose 
Come up in May
Then we go astray (ashtray)
Let three months burn
Loose what we learn
I leave it to the sunset
The maker of what we all get
Drinks with umbrellas
Confused little fellas
I follow what I know
The fuck do I know?
This tattered life is threaded 
Enough for us to get it
How you survive 
Depends on your light
The weeks are foreign 
The leaves are touring 
The grounds of forests
The world enormous
You move on when
You get the garments 
That hit your target 
Oh the money what a marksman 
Kneeling at the dresser 
The clothes ain't made to measure 
In the garments rest your pressure 
Style equals effort
Shoes with the leopards 
Jeans with the studs
Go account the weather 
Make sure you dress up
The looks ain't love
Add a new flavor 
When you finally do save up
Go and get the taste of 
The waste of 
A pay stub
Damn ain't it scrumptious 
Skip many lunches 
Who need a muffin 
All about the moment 
The brain lives in both end
High and low
Cry and toast
Go on and pose
Then you post
Get love from ghosts
Do you know 
All them folks
Behind that screen
That sing
Your praises
Copy and paste it 
Live in the cloud dream elevation
Confused scared nation
I wanna be like you 
But we don't get to Choose 
Day by day we roll fit into a groove 
Loose track of what you say today I loose 
My mood
Ready for an outing 
But you ain't really bout shit
Amongst the many outfits 
That show you that we out here
Shell cordovan boots
In a pair or two
And something in suede
But the garments shouldn't sway
The being on display
I mean to change my way
Whatever 
My mamma know me better 
I domino these errors 

Rock hot clothes 
Hit the block like gold 
If I'm on my toes
Then I got my own 
I don't do the most
I just live to float
In and out of traffic 
The style is classic 
Depending who asking 
Clean with the whip
Lobster with the bisque 
The problem of it is
It make me feel good
But it don't make me come alive

It's sunny like all day 
I get it in my way
Keep you on notice 
For those who won't show up
Been putting in all mine
Not that's it's all fine
Keeping it on grind
There's alot to go digest 
We pin it on process
Keep with momentum 
Won't slow down for ransom
The features are handsome 
We do it as (a) tandem
Keep with the anthem 
Don't put our hands up
For those who don't answer
Get it how you get it
Don't hold me to shit 
Control your living 
Let go of my head
I hide my features
They see me as a creature 
I bless these speakers 
Throw away freedom 
For legacy and all that
A younger me, a ball cap
Praying for the the call that
Would make my day
Dhaka stays
Kept my mamma away
Put my father on plane
Kept bhat on my plate
The smile on my face
When I'd get to play
With my brother 
Had each other 
Since teeter totter clothes
And each of us would glow
When we'd both get to go
Hit up the store
Tear up the floor

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 20- OPAQUE GLORY 

A disclaimer for you folks, we have implemented some choice language in today's offering, be aware that you've been advised.

A serendipitous outing 
Found me 
Slinging verbiage towards the bark of an oak tree
Fuck, shit, bitch, asshole, dumb mother fucker 
Down in the dumps and stumped 
Sitting on stumps
Chin on fists
Elbows on knees 
Want something different 
Prayers evolve to pleas
Left eye
Dressed in lilac 
Not sure where or when I acquired these colors
A pale face
The satin gait
We can moon walk over rough edges
Just be aware of the directions we're headed

I count these stars
You count them blessings 
You don't taste war
So why are you stressing 
Children of lesser
Maa couldn't protect us
I don't expect her 
To keep up a shelter 
The days and how they go
Got me twisting up in smoke
I can't seem to shy away
From the things that get me dazed
Sitting on the porch 
My mind is divorced 
From the daily oratory 
I can't get you out these stories
Pick a time and settle in it
Let go your hold and revel in it 
Bite into life come the morning 
But for now you hit the sauce and
The accouterments 
That u'll do you in
Lisps with the spits
Them balls those are fists
The walls with the rifts 
The risks I'm with the shits 
But I cannot take the shift
You change and feed pain
And remain 
A ghost 
The opaque host
Where do you float
Invite us all in
But who your stand in
Candles with Maria
Churches with the preachers
Good books what they teach us
Lies they get coarse
Pick what you ignore 
I believe what I believe 
And believe that I can be..

Well, you see that is the crater
Within my self image.
Marginized bread winner, don't butter me up. 
I do not offer up my daily bread, 
in exchange for some lavish spread.
Aware of the course being placed on the table, I gladly navigate an item at a time.
Come the end I expect some sense of being full, fulfillment.
Line a bowl with consommé, wish everything could be as clear as the liquid beneath my chin.
Dive into existence as fluidly possible, because being here, being present necessitates such.

Riding around with limits 
I came to get it 
The mama's roll their eyes 
And we in youth disguise 
Lord protect them
Boy you messed up
When do we not
Damn do we got
Enough change in the pot
To cop all the ob' jects
Whom allow us to feel blessed 
Go full fill our nests
With the gold from your crest

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 19- Hye, bYe, hyE

Sitting on the side line for like 14 years 
Man what a time couldn't switch up the gears
Its been alot
Going, you in or not
Who care what the future knows
We in the spot
Occupy space
Knowing I may
Be in line with the short hand 
Get amazed by the moments
This close to a coma
I dodged me the long one
The days unfulfilling I fill it
Lost in these feelings I wheel it
Come back round full circle 
The moments that hurt you
Show what earth do
All in it
I witness 
My fitness 
Not fit for
The life in store
I check out
To check in
The moments are destined
To be what they'll be
Ain't all about me
Few dreams short of a legacy 
Don't know how many years are left for me
Not ready to become a memory 
Old pictures 
Who fail to lift up
Polaroids 
Who behold the void
Albums with the creases 
Storage that we leasing
To behold a past and believe it
Close eyes 
Feed visions 
You belive in
Hold life and minimize 
What you think you need 
Explore lives, grow the mental trees
Root the connections
That offer protection 
And care where you step in
I stepped out of line*
To free up the mind*
No children 
Just friends
And family 
That care to handle me
I care deeply for what I'd pass on
For what I pass on
I pass on planting seeds
Fingers crossed I won't pass on 
Disease 
Not if it's up to me
I imbue stories with soul
Extracted from the lives we hold
Let free and let loose
When it hit different 
You
Know
400 blows
Children with the woes
Le sacre du printemps 
All we do... pretend
Spring to life
Tales of a world which house our fall
Broad shoulders, I'd house them all
5'6 vessel
Only so much I can nestle

To cool for school 
I don't wanna lose 
Devil on the way we ain't gotta choose 
I sign to lord
Out here for more
Egg on my face 
Damn another day
That I can't get a hold
Grandma did the most
Tamales in a bowl
Both eyes closed 
Roll masa roll
We ain't never know
What you had to hold
Go on and get it
God body spirit
Go test the limits 
In bowl rest the lemons
Mind on the digits 
Fall behind and you livin
Damn how you living?
Close doors on a pension 
Throw a wrench in your plan
How you gonna land
Clothes in a van
Holes in the pants
No holding those hands
The bow on the bag
The prize with the ribbons
Don't honor the living 
Fire in the kitchen 
Sinner 
Winner 
Chicken dinner
Live through winter
Then you enter
Summer 
A bummer 
The shit that it drum up
Scheme on a come up
And free up a month of
Rent
And invest 
In your best
Vacations 
And days in
A cot to go lay in
And doctor some patience
And hope that it pay when
You gotta wait in line
And you don't got the time

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 18- DEEP MEDITATION

Persona after persona
I still can't seem to dock in true self.
I spoke on being mixed.
A mixed breed lost one.
One of a brood, brooding over identity.
College was for exploration.
The world is for experience.
Travel is for searching.
Family is, are roots.
Still, I don't feel tied to anything in particular, besides want.
Maybe, I'm tethered to the concept of self.
The concept of self having been surfaced by the voice of others.
I talk endless about pops, though the women in my life my mother, my sisters, aunts are the true drivers of sustenance and growth.
Pops, me, us men are the chauffeurs of ego.
If I do not occupy machismo, what will my chest, my shoulders pillar?
America lost. America seems lost.
2020 a maze.
Equality as an idea known, not found.
Equality as an aspiration, unfulfilled.
In Bangladesh we boil water for ten minutes in oder to consume it.
Here in the states we allow blood to boil for decades, and voraciously imbibe distilled chatter sourced from electric clouds.
You connected to the voices who attempt to guide you?

I often look for the old us
Searching within the nooks and crannies
Of our understanding 
I see your change
I noticed mine
Though I cannot seem
To map our turns
It appears that I have an inclination 
To lean left

We would talk in the kitchen 
Bent over the island
Going through a pile of fries and
Smiles in
Exchange 
And listen to each others pain
And scheme on one anothers gain

It's the first day of forever
I finally got my head up
Long days for the foreseeable future 
School's done i don't need no tutor
Packing it up 
Back of the bus
I had enough 
Paper bag lunch 
No more of those guys
The days will be all mine 
Still got like a 45 minute ride home
Windows down ride on
Spend days at the Beverly center, the Grove
That's if God got you chose
I elect curiosity 
Go head take charge of me
Curious times 
For dubious minds 
Brownie à la Mode
I'm in my zone
California sun/son
The freedom child 
Ain't no need to run
We are the wild
All the while
Life closed in
Pay no mind
Might go in
The pool, shit maybe sycamore cove
Drive down the pch feel like skating on globe

Hold freedom hope
That'll be the toast
Angry no more 
What I gotta float
My flesh my bones
Man I roam 
Where I see fit
Free my head
And leave my bed
Don't wanna listen 
Rules like prison

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S1 ep 17- SUMMER FROLIC

Playing around 
I mean shoes untied
No one around 
I mean who gonna ride 
Do what you like 
Cruisin around
I mean soak up the life
I don't wanna tell ya 
What you don't wanna hear 
Next time that we head butt
It's gon be kind weird
Poppa wasn't a player
But you know how he cheer
I mean go on and live
But fuck off my tip
Four eye careless 
In my perry Ellis
The zip ups
I won't give up
Free mind 
In a river 
Of good vibes
Hang your life 
On those vines
And live fine 
And prosper 
Go in
On a bench
With a sandwich 
By the pool
With my clothes on loose
And the summer in a lull
Value sun like it's gold
Nothing to do
Nothing to want
Sand in my shoes 
Ants on my plams
Play hard
Trade cards
Explore vice
Roll dice
We gon get it all right?
It'll be alright 
One day maybe
We get the world of our day dream
Ignore the fire
Let pain retire
These days of mine
Take the grind
Y'all just wanna tell me
What I don't wanna hear
Liquor in my belly
Wouldn't be for some years 
Try an play it clam
Simplest shit be the bomb
Let effort explode
Ya gotta check all ya'll goals 
Live life like you chosen
Who gon get it open
If you don't get to going
It's a lot of heavy shit I know
Back to California clam
Roll sleeves above my arms
Turn off alarms
Admire my palms
I could keep it lazy
Be a sucker to my day dreams
I love it though 
A month or so
Go by 
Make a mess of mind
And I never mind
Ice cream on my t shirt
Popsicle in freezer
Not what I need but
I'll take it
I heard grandma had the sugar disease 
Umm she loved us so sweetly
Strong woman
Alone woman
Single mother woman
Really an umbrella of inspiration an courage
You take what you got and max it out, that's if you blessed or in control.

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S1 ep 16- VOICES AT THREE OR FOUR AM.

Right about now in the lonely hour
You want the noise the crowds to tower
I hear you young blood
Ease
Don't think so much
Breath
Never gonna be what you never gonna be

I wanna take this time to give you a talk
Dissolve the lines remove the cords
Chéri amour
Don't marry the lore
Pull heavy the pour
And ready your tour
Go round the motions
Float in 
Your areas
Only you can keep up
The things that you can bring up
It's a lot lot of lows
How you wanna soar
The years ain't many more
You bring up every boy
Who doing what you not
The blind rage got
You slipping
Tripping
Question what's authentic 
Get into other business 
Your mother taught you better
The world showed you clearer 
You drown out liver
Die just to live up
The pain make a river

Down out all noise 
That Lala ploy
The mama's boy
Where the honor oy 
Vey
Guide the way
Not much I can say
In December days 
Lost in vice
Dissolve my rights
You gotta know I like
The lights in flight
I been tripping 
The time is slipping 
My mind be acting different
Don't know if I could live with
The way I'm going
Lost in not knowing 
Yall gotta take the lowest
End and throw it 
Depend where you grow up
Bye bye for now
I never get to lounge
The slow burn summer 
Ideas you drum up
Playing up numbers 
In a world that don't want us
It's the wrong side prayer
When you gotta give the day up
No minus 
Refine it
Them odd lines honest
Depending where you find it
Don't have honor 
Find it in designer
Put tags 
On rags
And blow the bag
How you get a hold of that

.....

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SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL WILL RUN FROM JUNE UNTIL THE END OF OCTOBER.
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S1 ep 15- TALK

Journey, these journeys

From the west coast

Down the south

To overseas

Back to the palm tree breeze

We can go anywhere

My minds been on everywhere

Thinking about everything

2020

Election

Change

Stillness

Progress

Regression

First I'm not old enough

Then I'm not grown enough

How are you holding up

I just can't know enough

All of it is in the mind

You cannot get into mine

All that we will ever need

Is Night pure as ebony

Thought we would never leave

This is not destiny

I'm within it every night

Part of the many I will

Give weight to every life

Searching for god within these lights

Playin the Angles

I'll need me an angel

The Places I can't go

I'll need me a rainbow

The moments they'll stagnate

I know that I can't lay

My head on the pillow

Grand as a willow

My ambitions they'll fill me

Reality heals me

YOUNG MAN PROPER

I WANTED TO BE LIKE POPPA

WE COULDN'T MATCH VISIONS

THAT SHOULDN'T KEEP US FROM LIFTING

I wanted to be what you grow

I wanted to be the vision you held

The visions for life that you own

Couldn not take place in my pail

We will fill our Bucket lists

With what we desire

I filled mines with my own

Doesn't mean that it is lighter

The light of my eyes

I wanted our views higher

This is different

We will Run the distance

Pursuing our limits

You don't get it

I Hope you listen

I Couldn't be you

As I Would not realize self

You wanted some jewels

You could not realize wealth

Two children gold

You had certain goals

Conversations gave you coal

You wanted a life you did not own

Your minds paralyzed

I see The stillness in your eyes

Your heaven and your hell

Run parallel

The outer world is ice

You set fire to paradise

Cold as it is

You have reasons to live

Move past complaining

Beyond maintaining

ANGEL OF MINE

IF WE GET OUT THIS TIME

I'll give belief to design

Put my soul on the line

The worlds that we own

All you don't know

Is the reason you're cold

Just Learn To Let Go

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S1 ep 14- THEN, NOW. NOW, THEN. 

Awkward fellas
Your mama taught you better 
Know to keep your head up 
Only us propell us
I slow down in my error
Trynna reach for better 
I know to eat my lettuce
Stomach greens 
Couple things 
That I glean 
It ain't about the sheen 
Got me bending on my knee
Play humble to a T
Then I shoot breeze 
The world got many things
Choose what you wanna be

Sailing down whiskey rivers

Do not bankrupt piety

I float past the sunset

Get lost within variety

The margaritas are blended

So too are the months

Sour mix, arrested wants

Things change and then they do not

The smoke drags on

Tire fires and hydrant water

My German Shepard wants a milk bone

Your German Shepard craves the still bone

Stillborn progress

The clothes are crafted with grater utility

And still

They weight down

Middle class life.

You got what you need.

What are you on about.

The gifts my magnetic strips

Shower me with

Fail to uplift me.

The gifts my magnetic strips

Give to uplift causes

Cause satisfaction

Then it dissolves

We all dissolve

I resolved to do better

Better as in different

Different as in change

The crux of evolution

Is the slow build of attainment

And the persistent will to sustain it

Have we lost will?

Are we out of fight?

You do not spill out the fisticuffs

Like you do petrol, or and some other fluid

You can never be out of fight

You might could eschew it

Awkward fellas
Your mama taught you better 
Know to keep your head up 
Only us propell us
I slow down in my error
Trynna reach for better 
I know to eat my lettuce
Stomach greens 
Couple things 
That I glean 
It ain't about the sheen 
Got me bending on my knee
Play humble to a T
Then I shoot breeze 
The world got many things
Choose what you wanna be

Tamper temper

With florescent lust

Grab the out of reach

Such as the mobile suspended

Over the infant

My crib seems distant

Our crib seems distant

Motherland and father time

Parental misgivings

Parental alienation

Which partner is the player

In our steady withdrawal

Draw up the papers

Then draw on the walls

The American dream

The global dream

Noted in scrawl

Pull up your drawers

Don't walk too tall

Why your hair like that

Nappy

Curled

Straight

Wavy

Tinted

Highlighted

Rainbow colored

Fuck these questions

Birth of oppression

Wear you as you please

Please do not wear out

The true America

The true world

Is what you are about

Barber shop blues
I can't give you room 
Everybody own the moon
And live under the sun
17 year old with gun
The streets gonna run
Looking at my outfit
I don't wanna be out here 
Camo cragos
The minute yall won't 
Speak for tomorrow 
Then it all go still 
In my August chill
With America on fire
Thinking how I'm gonna write it
The mind on many mileage
Cool heads no stylist 
I can't dream for balance
I can't think on malice 
A few Bordeauxs and a nice clean chalice 
Set chill to automatic 
And search for true talent 
My brother doing work 
My sister writing book
I'm drooling over Tudors 
And I'm into writing hooks
I mean hope that they don't 
Look at me low
Everybody know
Where they wanna go
Tell what you mean?
Are we talking bout a dream?
Don't you fuck up all my cream
I need to get my things
My sister doing research 
I care about a t-shirt 
Treat the club like Easter 
Hunt for eggs
Peep the legs
Keep away 
Freedom's slave 
Freedom say
Have your way 
Piss on it
Live on it
In on it
Been on it 
Been wasting 
Been facing the wrong line
This nation for all my
People 
When we equal 
Seem far off
I hope that we all got
A Fair shot
But news report dead shot
The new news is head shots
And old south hadn't bled out
Wounds are still fresh
Uno moment (to)
The gravel still nestle
What the land won't protect so
Time in and time out
I know that we want out
But no one in our house
Have the courage to talk out
The lips do their thing
And the tounge in the ring 
We want what you sing

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SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL WILL RUN FROM JUNE UNTIL THE END OF OCTOBER.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. Fat Jazz  the instrumental used in today's episode (#14) IS FROM SFRBEATS.COM

NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST is written  & performed by Arvid, 8TATE HYE, & Zaf. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Please leave reviews, subscribe and share this podcast.