NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST

S1 ep 13- Where we are. Where we're from. Where we are going & episode 7B Immigrant Shit Reprise (interlude)

life is about accumulation 
Life is about removal 
Life is a myriad gumbo
Throw in what you will
Take what is necessary 

I've been here before 
So many colors 
Going for yours
Gotta get it for my brother 
Preacher of peace
But I needs me my piece
Made alot wrongs I gotta let it be
This world won't stop
We all want alot
Mamma at Sam's club
I cannot stand for
That any longer 
This shit is long run
Gotta get a home run
The homes that we run from
Got me burning lungs up
I chase this race
This skin I face 
I been on my way
Build it from the ground up
Vision that surround us
I been throwing years away
I could give it all away
Bet you imma hit though
From roaches to rentals
Go find the inspo 
Ration 
In this nation 
That have you hitting pavement 
Got more love than hate and
I still feel low isolate emo tion
And go for broke man
Never again
I put that on my rents
Took that from my boy
This art for the coin
The shit that annoy
I do it 
Cause I grew in
The wrong side of lights 
I don't walk to fly
Hold on your eyes 
They meant to expose & I don't got the time
Tell you all what I mean 
If I knew what it mean
Get it all with my reach
Do you want it me
Bow and deny
You wow with the lies
But it don't honor the life
Get you low in the light
Who be looking 
I been booking
Juking
Out and on
On my own in town 
We don't go for nouns
Call it what you will
And tell it how you feel
My minds effort
Got a whole shine special
The whole 9 levels
When you hold out better 
It's the laws of fire
Lord if I
Break through 
Then make room
The more I hate you
The more you faithful
Hands up higher 
Prayer over riots
Don't do it how you like it
This notion 
The motion 
Of more ends
Get more friends 
Get no lens
I know when 
I open
I close in
In divine
Through out the time
Cut out the vines
Straighten the lines
Block out the shine
I don't do it for mine
I do it for minds
Preach peace God
At least we want
Love freedom
And a whole kingdom 
Of the slow reruns 
The lowly sons
Who roll Nissan 
Don't need nothing

Head spin
Tail wind 
I won't Set in
Development 
Heaven to hold
I cannot go
Back in my ways 
That ain't the cure 
How I lay 
And loose my way
And go for broke confuse the day
Talk with God
Been off and on
I won't know what you write 
Show my hands fists gone fight
Fish don't fry 
In the kitchen 
Pay no mind
To they rythm
My beat off
Our kingdom
Look a lil different 
Not gonna mention 
Poppa on tension
Momma don't check in
Check in the counter
Open the mouth up
Say nothing 
Take nothing
Rules for oppression
Mind where you stepping
Lower the eyes
Keep with disguise 
Don't make anymore
Don't go for the prise
Fuck kinda life 
Is this
We bet(ter) not miss
We better then this
Poppa don't worry 
Skin like curry
Mind like flurry
In morning 
Always hurry
9-5
State of life
That make no life
Don't make those eyes
The day go by
And they don't mind
It is what is
I bet we don't miss
Missing back home
And you can't go
Stack money
Rack money
That money
Hat money 
That money 
Harmony
That money
All the things 
That money
Freedom time
Piece of mind
Keep peace in mind
Buy that home cross those lines
Bout that note get all that life
Kids need to prosper 
Dinning room gossip 
Need to move over 
Cards the bulldozer 
Brake down
And take down
And make out
With hate ouch
Make a life for the life 
Of the offspring 
Getting it right or play or tight 
You can't all be
Mellow 
The morning coffee bellows
Past due bills say hello
Hell don't
Freeze for no one
Idle minds don't focus
More tension
Don't step in 
Arenas
That require clean up
The stage is not even
When is it ever even
Its not like you identify with eden
Back home wasn't no better
Stale opportunities take the form of terror
The cold lumber 
The low numbers
The slow runners
Pace for grace
Peg that to faith
And wash your face
And work for future
And don't you ruin
Chances for you and your ilk

Immigrant shit
Immigrants shift
Immigrants lifts
In search for different 
In search for better 
In need of opportunity 
In need of chance
There is no romance 
In assimilation 
Shed the exoskeleton of motherland
In the pursuit of accumulation 
To establish the ground work
Of preservation 
For the offspring 
For the distant heirs and their generation 
Save money send it back home
Save your mind attach it to your home
Why should we atone for chance
Birth plants us in a particular land
We have the free will and choice 
To uproot and seed life where need be 
In the pursuit of a fertile and bountiful future

Its a new way thinking 
Pour out the beaker
Got more and more reasons 
To try and get even
Word to my engineer
We be bumping out the fear
Trynna figure out the field 
We wanna live a lil
If our tounges don't taste a meal (mil)
Our souls gotta tap the feels
Don't I know it
The mind a ocean
I mind my own self 
Keep me open 
To my annoyance 

Where'd I come from what I do
Get lost in this maze still think about you
The years are relentless 
Drown out my checklist 
Some doors they had closed 
Still gotta roll
Tackle these fears 
Clean out my ears
Garbage in gossip 
Garbage in talk up 
Meter the outcome
The words they bout none (nothing)
On my mother
17 others 
On my mother 
There's power in numbers
Ideas that I run from
Run from ×2
I can't go to nowhere that's no place to be 
Know what I mean
Own up to life
Hope that I might
The lawyer
The lone one
Live up to ideas
That become source of fear
I chase plans
Whose blueprints I dont understand 
How I build out life
That I can't justify 
It takes alot
To make alot 
Make salat
And build a loft 
Keep ambitions to the sky
My American pie
Baked by curried skin
All these cuisines they lure me in
Dishes
Wishes 
This shit
Vicious 
Cycles
The tight rope
The right notes
To keep us in line though
Is this the life that I've chosen 
Do you think I could be you for a moment

Man come from village
Man came to get it
Don't wanna hear it
Don't hurt the spirits 
The sins of my father
The blessings of my father's father 
Farther
Our blood
You call it love
I call it uh
Do I live up
Or give up
Talk to the spirits 
My orishas 
Protect this creature
Guide my freedom
I want eden
The apple too far from the tree

American prism 
Cuff ambitions 
No cuffs on lenin
I won't stop my sentence 
If you don't stop this sentence 
This prolonged prison 
So long to experiment 
Bind experience 
Times delirious 
Times we living in
Hoodies
Versus
Hood
Versus 
Hooded figure
Figure
It's a
One in the same
Game
Connect four
Connect one
To gun
And Many run
So many sons
To slaughter 
Barter
Life
For what sounds right
On Twitter 
Insta
Gram
Gods plan
Grand design 
Follow the line
Follow orders 
Fall off the border 
That's where we all from 
Board up
Brothels 
That whore us
Out 
For clout
Blue screens 
White screens
Do you know what I think
The American dream so frightening 
Fried wings
And brass knuckles 
The concrete shuffle 
Shuttle 
Darker colored faces
Ship bodies off to places 
That have little to know space
15 minutes that's a time out
15 years for 15 seconds that's a wipe out
Recess ain't so sweet
As peanut butter treats 
The recesses in concrete 
Shackle us from head to feet
Box bodies casket minds
Lord probably cast net over time
Capture the 50's
Capture the 60's
Capture the 70's
You know what those eras sing
Or sung
Tunes 
That plague ruin
Tombs
That became the womb
Cradle bodies 
That hurt nobody 
I don't love my body
Tell me why
I despise 
Images who feed my eyes 
Suckle on irreverence 
Mother America where is our protection

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S1 ep 11- DIALING IN 

Youn young Barcelona 
I heard you think you a grown up
What you wanna get grown for
Not every swings a home run


This ain't that
The clothes upon back
Cover everything cept' where my mental at
You go and handle that 
And this
And everything else I could've of wish
I can't go out and get some fish
If my reel not honest
I feel I'm just
Flooded on lonely islands
The days don't stop and I can't keep on it
Preach peace 
I shed grease 
But can't keep 
My feet 
From touching heat
God don't I know it

I don't wanna hear nothing 
We don't wanna be nothing 
Always wanna be someone 
Never gonna been something 
The moon he so reckless 
Don't want no effort 
I want you always, kill all this pressure

Roasted duck and papaya salad
Bespoke shoes, tailored magic
Ice cream in the shape of cartoons
Far off dreams in a sparse room
A whole life isn't much to go by
By the time we graduate from bunks beds
To the monument life
What options did we exit
To enter a path well lit
If it is about illumination 
Well, clap on clap off

When the sun goes down
I'll hold you tight
Any moment now
We'll be alright 
Lot of things to face
Lot of world to know
Lot of needs to chase
Lot of wants to throw
Let go young soul
The more I know 
The less I hold
Paper bills and no guidance 
Do it for the feel you want my hand
So we hold tight
An we keep close
And we cross lines
And we keep close 
And we loose time
And we keep close
Keep close cause we family 
Keep close cause we have to be
Free of American casualties 
I own possibility 
You chain probability 
Ashamed of what we really see
When plams are of free grease
Well
We toil
Through oil
Plant blood grease in soil
To uproot our world
Your shade is so royal
Don't dim it for no one
You are what you focus
To be
And I want it
And I'll be it
So I think it
What we dreaming
Are we even
On my own with
All we needed 

We use to have to take the bus at 5 am
For an 8 o'clock start
The green altima on park
Maa would smile her heart
We would wave back sheepishly 
Unsure of the why's young confused things
Why wake up so early
Why is school so far
Why can't we just attend 
The school our bus stopped at
Time persists 
The days harmonize 
Routine becomes rythm 

Tutors
And two for
One specials
The new world
Only want effort
Why you up at night 
What you want from life
Why they always fight
Why we always cry 
Why it always be like this

Cut off everything else focus on health 
Focus on wealth 
Of art

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S1 ep 11- THE TREK

And they want us to leave....

I've been looking looking looking looking 
Look here
These eyes they close up for no one
I go in full motion
Let it resonate the mind

You cooler than whatever 
Those eyes they do know better 
My eyes can't get no wetter
My high's can't get my head up 
Gone in the morning 
But for now we got to deal it
You wanna stop this warring 
But you can't control your spirit 
It Sunday somewhere 
Yeah I got this long hair
Don't own alot 
But I hold my knots
Control my spot
With the longest locks
Let it air dry
32 years the longest why
Questions all noise 
They mess with the boy
But we are grown men
I hold to moments 
That give me no hand
The light fixtures shake
We run from our race
Turmeric colored plates
Briyani grow the waist
Spent the 90's in LA
And the Early 2k
Open doors I rather lock
Them boys they lived alot
Grow up in different spots
Dhaka was the talk
Pray a rakat know my lord
Lock up the third floor 
Above grandmama nest
Told I got grandmama crest
Similarities at their best
We don't think alike
We don't ink alike
What I write 
Is not what you'd right 
What the people like
What is equal like
I'd a be so nice 
If we could ease on life
Wow
I'd get closer if I'd bow
Bow bow bow
Only in the now
Can't get it if you wild
But if you wait a little while 
You could open up the clouds
Let go and let it rise
I came home and lived a lie
Often they close 
The things that I hold
If I need any more
Then I lean into lord
Praying so often
Can't tell you where I been
My circle is shaky
My world going crazy 
The people that make me
Are the ones that now hate me
Came up from the 80's
I can take on what the day bring
It don't matter what you tell me
I been hopping on one foot
Trynna get me other looks
But I failed to pay attention 
That my steps don't get me different 
Looks
Am I good
All this bull
Things we do
Why we do it
If I loose it
Cannot do it
All right- stretch out

Searching my mind 
Calling you lord
Take hold of my time
Free up my world
All that I pray
Could you settle the score

Searching my mind 
Calling you lord
Take hold of my time
Free up my world
All that I pray
Could you settle the score
Settle the score 

Out here with my hand out
Tell me what your plan bout
I can't get a hand now
Guard down and I camp out
Prayer rugs
And faded love
I fast homie
Don't pass on me
I ain't one of those
Type to let it to go
The slow motion 
Of not knowing 
The juvenile bench 
When you and I were friends 
Kick it on a Sunday 
For the promise of a someday
Trade in my dreamcast
Nachos on a bean bag
Free time I will need that
But we trade it in
For the erase of sin
Alms and all
My arms they fall
Below the hip
You gotta know I'm fit
To take on what you give
But if I gotta be honest 
Your plan takes its toll
The world we don't know
Clue me in
Clue me in
Gotta know where to begin
The point of life
Can't be what I enjoy at night


Its beyond dice
Beyond the sweaty drinks
Nestled in koozies 
The occasional doobie 
We rolled up 
To roll down
Pop up on the scene 
Swing
The doors
Exit ever so smoothly 
Like cream off of cake
On those heated days
The park bench thrills
Two liter fills...

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S1 ep 10- ARRIVAL

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ARRIVAL

Young man with the full moon specs
That afro yes
Came in 79
And behold you lost the time
I can't capture 
A life you were after 
As my own future's headed past the rafters 
Resurrect the faded polaroids 
With the pleats 
Reconnect with the noise
The days gone by they speak
Community college 
Is a far stretch 
From an infant country born out of violence
A few layovers 
And couple days older
With a new land to shoulder 
Well ain't that some shit
The cultural shift 
Show some grit 
Then begin to drift
In blue skies blue collar ponds
A new life how would you respond
Young cat
Easy pickins
Thought that 
You could live out an image
On the silver screen 
But you a Choudhury not a Silverstein 
Big city boy
In that small town void
Pick up a few credits
Bengali might as well be an Arab
That's one in same as far as they could tell it
Stick with an image then sell it
Brown might as well be sand
Brown might as well be mud
Touch ground in no man's land
In god we trust 
Fast for 30 days adopt x-mas
Oh 
The woes
Being away from home
New place
New plan
New land
Old hands
Get to work washing dishes 
Immigrant in the kitchen 
Potato salads a throw away
Learn to make 
Due
With half eaten food
Cause you know poverty looms
Porterville California 
All the feels the young lonesome 
Student in a rented attic 
New in a land without the magic
Stake it
And make it
It's yours for the taking
But LA's in
A couple of hour drive
The greedy distractions that run our lives
Grey hound buses
And doggin at the functions 
Chase the easy legs
But they won't walk your way
American women suppose to be easy
Truth to the moment it's not always like tv
9 o'clock news
In a small prison room
 

S1 ep 9- RUNNING TO REALIZATION 

A VERY WARM EID MUBARAK TO ALL

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RUNNING TO REALIZATION-

Run run run run run away
I would never cause you pain
And I know that things must change 
Take the light and break away
Holding on you ain't use to waste 
Oh my lord take my faith ×2

Run run run run run away

Ridin' round donuts 
Ya'll you would never own up
Got these days I would not grow from
Any more love 
It like sho' nuff
Show you right
Know the life
Know that I
Want the prise
And collide 
With different type
Difference I
Got Another day to weather 
You gonna get no better 

I know it come in clearer 
If I go and lift my spirit 
These eyes they spot the lines
My head ain't got time
Or the space
Name the place
That get you lifted
Then throw in some equipment 
Figure you
Got the tools 
To be that dude
Or madam

Run run run run run away
I would never cause you pain
And I know that things must change 
Take the light and break away
Holding on you ain't use to waste 
Oh my lord take my faith ×2

Run run run run run away
 

I've come to the realization that
We can adapt
Play out the math
As far as our paths
We adjust
But don't trust
In change
The true evolution 
Of life's most base solution
We don't allow it the day
Half assed turns
To curb the burn
The subtle heat by the ears
Blood pressure my dear
Steady beat of the years
We're so far from near
Nearly this
And barely that
The strenuous taps
From what I lack
I identify with corrosion 
More than patina
I'm more of a where are we going?
And do you think we can keep up
Exhausted questions 
Underlie my tensions 
I more of a tethered 
To whatever 
That's how I like myself to be measured 
The true scale
Of oneself 
Is beyond the metric 
Of the daily check up
A nod to the blur
Who occupies my car door
That being is distorted 
More of what you won't get

Floating 
Wishin'
Prayin'
Hoping'

Lord
Do you
Think
That I'll get 
Beyond these moments 

Do you picture pictures 
When you create image
Are life's most fluid moments solidified by stillness 

I like water
I love drink
Imbibe the night and hug the sink
Let it out let it out
Release is relief
One tool used to construct peace
Bit by bit
I drop morsels of me off the cliff
Of possibilities 
Probability 
Of 80?
Uh maybe

S1 ep 8- CHANNEL SURFING  

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CHANNEL SURFING

I love animals and I love life
Yeah I'm a handful but we gon get it right
Been through lows we live through those
Take the blows and get through those
Count 1 count 2 let it be
Count 1 count 2 save energy


Wallet on the dresser
You gon get freshd up
Daily ablutions 
Control the movements
There's peace in procedure 
Memories' creature 
Running running you walk round lately
All on top of day dreams
Tell me what my name mean
Name mean
Name mean
Name me
Whatever there's truth in poem
I ain't new no more
Lost to lore
I don't talk to lord
Ain't that the truth
I bastard you
Father emotion 
Born outta scorn
I can't get to the low end
The future in store
Question question dot dot dot
Tired of stressing why can I not
Just chill with it
Go and hit the feels it
My 
My oh my
Them boy's hit the sky
Float on through
Ain't nothing to lose
You go with the wind and land on the moon
Hey diddle diddle
The laws when you little 
Don't apply when you enter
Time when you bigger
The mind make many winters 
But never make it simple
The waters and their ripples 
Take off
And make talk
The boats and their lot
Just skate on through
I mean the way we do 
Things
Tied up like shoe strings

I'm a sunday night goner
Standing on the river's edge 
It's been a long run 
I need to clear my head
Hold on love can't do too much
The wayward son you can't touch

Don't mean to fail you but I can't deny
I live for the moments put you through the fire
Out of the home I nest in your mind
Pardon the failures I need to find mine
Hid it from me I hate to be on
But you wanted peace and I could annoy
I give you joy and I give you pain
I'd give you more if I could maintain 
Wanted the world and wanted your name
I wanna rise but I can't escape
The features the colors that make up my face
Hit a new low that I can't replace 
The moments the fire light it with hate
The battles the wars they're part of the stage
Don't worship the lies but they keep me safe
I been hiding under covers
Finding strength in my brother
We don't hold on to thought 
But we going through alot
Ain't no one live my loss
Ain't going into shock
Done with it
I one with it
The new type of goal
Got a head I gotta hold 
Keep it
So be it
The new type of freedom
Just being
So beat it
Moon walk
Dream talk
Bean stalk
Own it
Focus
The last moment getter
Rut of my litter
Owner of my hiccups 

What I know 
Days they gotta go
Gotta get it done
I be out here on the run
Throwing pitches at sun
The long day
The ball game 
The hard paint
The heart break 
The loss of life
Get you lost tonight 
Open to the doors to light
The bars set low
That boss up glow
Lady all I know 
If *This the life
Then I *gotta* the right
To *do what it do 
Pop up in these shoes
And roll up slow
The hands we hold 
The plan I know
The plant that grow
Off concrete 
The offbeat kid
Pop the lid
I talk my shit
Play opposites
I offer this
Nothing 
To no one
You got it then show sumn'

 

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IMMIGRANT SHIT-

Lowly creature 
I bump my speakers 
Today we lease it
Tomorrow we keep it 
Cycles they spin
We all want a Benz
Maybe not 
Maybe I 
Dissatisfied 
With the way of life 
This shit crazy
Green card baby 
Papa came for school 
What he do
Nothing
Something 
Not everything though
Why it feel like every gringo
Got it
Huh
That's one way look at it
Take it out on everyone who has it
When you haven't 
Had the chance 
To taste the pie resting on their pan
Peter make me a believer 
The seeds of immigrants 
Come to America plant something significant 
King Jaffe Jofer
Babba spent his life as a chauffeur 
Taxi driver
Uber slave Become a robber
When dinero give no way
We come from good families 
Immigrant casualties 
Straight edge
With no edge
Cuts and burns of sacrifice
Pour out my soul
I LATHER my self with this poraso 
Prepare ourselves for afterlife
Afterlife
Of the 9-5
Flag you down for another ride
Hide
The flag you crowned from another life
Children of a sand nigger camel jockey
Birth certificate states bengali 
Whoosa 
Who ya'll 
To tell us where we belong
The color of my papa skin take refuge on my arm
Refugees 
Refuting 
That line
Bumping fugees
While in line
For Fu-kee express
Fuck you expect 
Dolla Chinese and ten
Cent
Plates
Korea town LA
Let's make a dinner date
Exotic tastes 
Of melting pot gumbo
Tumble 
Dry 
Blue collar shirts for 25
times 3
At the lavanderia get clean
Pace 
The pesos
Spend it on churros
Been working like a burro
Murals
Idealized Sacrifice 
Pictures are nice
But This shit hard 
Avant garde
Thinking 
The weekend 
Reserved for play
What you say?
Sunday's 
For church
Fried chicken And hurt
Greasy elbows can't grease palms
Alms and sacrifice change tides
Float tithes change lives
That's above us
Holy father 
Fallen sons
You love us
Or begrudge us
Either way we our sons/suns

In observation of American Independence we are offering up an episode which explores the elements that truly make our Nation an independent society; the immigrant story and the story of otherness. Enjoy today's episode we will see you on Friday as usual.

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COYOTAJE-

I wanna get it for life 
I wanna get it chew know
I wanna get it for me
I wanna get it for gold
I wanna get it for time
I wanna get it well find
A love we left on the line
I wanna live in a storm 
I wanna know where to go
I wanna channel the mind
I wanna hold on to this home
I wanna let go of the ills 
Dont get lost in the bills
I wanna live in forever 
I wanna hope that you're better
I wanna pray for the prey
I want our problems at bay
I wanna go through the course
Removing remorse
That's how we sore
I wanna live for it all
I want a dream we can call
I want change in this life
I wanna live for the right
I wanna take all your pain
I wanna give peace to your name
All of these lives they live on
We live it we get in we gone
I can't promise tomorrow 
And I can not stop all this sorrow
All of it all of it be
We're just a part of the sea
Your image has given me peace
I have your wisdom with me
TEAR DROPS they're pear shaped
We can't rise if we never wait
I never know
Where the tomorrow goes 
But I hope you know 
That I'll never forget
Pose for the life
Stay awake for the set
Early early early 
Gotta make it for' dawn
Early early early 
Go go get you gone
I couldn't have love you
You wouldn't seem to have mind
I put no one above you
I hope you kept that in mind
Back and forth across borders
Orders
Of people 
Hands on the wheel steady hoping you get a sequel
The struggle between perceived evil 
And need to
But no one else will feed you
And you gotta eat too 
Three Four
More
Bellies 
Who are you telling 
The need to keep on keeping 
Is more than enough reason
To stomach spoiled greens
The home is clean
The dishes are done
Another run
You got a moment hun?
Another stupid question 
From another man who don't put in effort
I get you
They didn't
Day to day livin'
Don't account for pleasure
The measure
Of SUCCESS 
Play out in the number of kids you get to DRESS
And FEED
You do your runs, move in cycles
The men just BLEED
Treat it as fun, they have no right to
They just NEED
Shotgun under the SEAT
Your father at EASE
He get to BREATH
You need to FLEE
This your custom
But he ain't with you through customs
And I know that you love him
Your the little girl he use to snuggle with
Now he needs you to Smuggle shit
Medicine 
Cigars 
And bottles 
Hair in The wind 
You need to get far
Put the car in throttle
A rush every time 
When you cross any line
But you're a mother 
So you do 
What you need to 
One summer 
Take the kids with you
So much for wishful 
Thinking
Ears ringing
Heart Sinking
Thinking 
Slow thinking 
Just thinking 
Just do
Ain't nobody else gonna give you food
So you do
Children are on deck
MEAL tickets check 
Gah Bless
You through this mess
Anything less
No time for stress
So you move 
Keep cool
Do you
Then customs 
That cunning
Smile
Got you through the aisles
Before
Keep sure and steady 
A few questions you ready
Ok 
Anything to claim
No
Alright so
They didn't believe you
You pull to the side give them a chance to
Meet you
They go through the car 
See your little stars
See the bottles
You play dumb to get em off you
They congregate 
Then confiscate
Then define you
Say how fine
You are
Then fine you 
So you play
And you pay
Then get back in the car
You're good to go
You start slow
That moment has passed 
You see lights 
Come to life 
In the glass
Ok you 
know what to do
Floor the gas
Ain't no speed limits
When you need to keep your mode of livin
Tension
Tension
Tension
You left em
In the Dust 
Dirt in the wind
Another story for us


 

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Episode 5- ART COLLAGES [00:13-02:13] & AN ASK [02:16-03:25] :

ART COLLAGES 

Art collages
Different type of projects
I don't know what I'll get
I juh let tha lord in
If I go through change then
I'll start rearranging 
Life from all of my ages
Pull wisdom from those stages
Place it on pages
Use it to find my way in
Art collages
I've been gone too often
Often in my head zone
I can't get this day wrong
Wasting all this day time
I can't seem to save time
All this life around me
Covered in surroundings 
Blue light screens
As the day light gleams 
And it melt ice cream 
But the things I've seen
Are frightening 
Art Collages 
I cannot offset
The means by which we all get
Life in our pockets
Lately lay down 
Concrete in playground
Kids don't stay around
We don't lay around
Off in the movements
That keep us glued in
Tasks at hand though
Where our plans go
Art Collages 
Paper mache gardens
Things we pick from screens 
To try and live the dream
Distractions distractions 
Man ain't nobody laughing 
I use to play clown
So I could wear crown
They only stare down
You think you on mound
Even on stilts
You couldn't reach it to hill
Playin to a crowd
Soaking in shrouds
They only hear you you loud 
When you voice what they mouth
I could switch styles 
And I can go miles
Still be a part of the pile
Rinse it wash it
Art Collages 
Peace or knowledge 
I could wear garments
But I could not garner 
Peace

Peace ×3

Piece 
Of a greater installation 
I tried to fit my way in

At three thirty I'd a never fit in Huh
Jean's dirty pockets got lint Huh 
Stuck with a tint
Make me far from a ten
All I've been in
I ain't made outta tin 
The thin
Coating
My youth eroding 
This bloating
Imploding 
With pain self loathing 
I've been goading
The man in the mirror
To go head and cheer up
Sheer love for self
Is empty the well
Wishes gone stale
The viel 
Of needing and keeping 
Make sure that you fail
Mix peace with deep breathing 
Ensure you prevail
 

AN ASK
Hey guiding light 
I know it's not the time
But my day's been dynamite 
An I can use your line
Lost my way
Yeah I know
Hate to stay
Can't let go
Put my mind
Gave the time
Towed the lines
Cut these vines
Powered through 
All I do 
What did I do 
Accept the new 
Respect the OLD
My head my toes 
They bother me
My clothes my shoes won't father me

My chains won't honor me
Every thing I want to be
Versus every thing I ought to be
Honestly 
The fear in me
My head on me
My enemy
What I'll never be
Off center me

It do ×3
The restless strolls
My head my toes
I bet I know
The well that holds
MY VISIONS
MY ACTIONS are MY Oppositions 
All these Acts that make up livin
I'm More my pop than I Care to mention
All my lows 
Oh My Lord 
Please don't hold it
Can we throw It
Hope I make it
If I make It
Forgive my statements
I can foster Patience 
Patience ×3
I do NOT give peace to hope
Or design to freedom
Where I leave it
Will Chain up freedom
This world Leaves me in awe
I hope I can leave with it all

 

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S1, ep 4- WANTS & IDENTITY

Back in the building 
Short term healing
It's been a long long Friday 
And I'm about to hit it sideways 
Ain't no two ways around it
It's gonna down 
How it's gonna down
The crowning 
Moment come with a few perks
For what is worth
The whiskey neat
The disheveled peaks
By the temple
Loose their peak
The weeks 
Been a handful 
Closed grip 
Fists
And pursed lips 
Start to shift 
Gone with it
Come on with it
We off in it
A new life 
48 hour stride
Aim
For aimless 
Take treatment where the pain is
Deep down in the gut
What I have for lunch?
A couple of crackers 
A crack at
The stucco 
On the ceiling
Want the break through
Cuckold 
By these feelings
Wants
Won't do
Uh
Shimmy shimmy yaa
What I really really want
To stand still
On the hedonic treadmill 
But it keep going desires appetite 
Dissatisfied with satisfied 
Click click bate
Collections on my plate
This shit straight 
But I'mma need another way
Consomme 
And muddied paths 
Sour tastes 
And bubble baths
That's the ying ying yang
The big big bang
It all start with a pop
Or a lack of
A father figure
Get a dolla 
Hit up
McDonald's 
Happy with a sandwich or fish fry
Switch life
The Pitfalls 
Of Foie Gras
And foibles
Of coming into the world 
Without a name like Doyle 
Thoughts brought to life by a girl
A six year old 
Who wished her name was Emma
The blemish
Of our skin
Begin to filter in
The mind
Before we learn to tell time
Time was We operated youth care free
Now tread that statement carefully 
Let innocence roam aimlessly in rompers 
And always talk up
I pissed away my twenties 
Checkin for acceptance like money
Pander and play the fool
Truth is they would never think me cool
Laugh with me
Or laugh at me
I assumed uncle tom
Hoping they would sing my song
If you gotta act out to be in
Then what's the reason for being 
I'd shelter in daps
And nods 
A pat on the back
Take away the flaws
Tell you a secret it don't 
Rote
Lives
Mechanical strides
That graduate one day to the next
Weight heavy on my crest
Living vida
Sous vide 
Slowly pressured and wrapped up
Cooking up schemes 
That would fix everything 
A wrench in my plan
In the form of the lives I don't understand 
Souls that surround 
The areas I lounge
I can't complete the ouroboros 
Resting on my laurels
Bet they ain't never crowned
A skin colored brown
Or darker colored shade 
You could call it throw away

Snappin my fingers 
You know what I mean bra 
I could not get even 
And even if I 
Was sittin this high

They knock me for design ER lord
At least I do kno 
That these type of boys
Are made up of noise
Show them some toys 
Let it fill void
Watch how they playin'
And see what they craving 
They asking for guidance and you giving up Statements 

I wanna tell you to get it for life
The day that I say it I hope you reach heights
Figure the mind
Think design 
Someone gon tell you to back
You back
Someone gon tell you to act 
You act
Enough of that
We off of that
You offer that
Peace
Release
Relief
I reach
For peace
A piece 
Of the pie
Thoughts in my mind
Leave it behind
Slow ride
I hold light
My whole life
Been on sight 
This same body 
Been pain body
It ain't money
I ache my knees
I say my peace
This ain't a lease
I own it 
How many own it
How many want it
All of the warnings
To keep you up off it
Savor the chase
Slow up the pace 
Get it and go
Thing you should know
Dreams that you hold 
Always gon change 
Part of the game
How you gon play
Out of my way
To be in the run
And capture the sun
Add up the sum
Do it equate
To steps you take
To reach the sky
To beat the low and touch the lights
Can get you more can't get you right

That on you
I hear you too
Pain is pain is pain is pain
Another low another stain
I buss my ass I get no brakes
What I'm uh na do change the lane
The days moved on I stayed the same
Slow transitions
I opened up listen 
Put myself up in it
The moments they void
Offer the boy
Give up the hand
Better the man
Work the land
Figure the paln
Picture the sand
The waves the days
The Ray's that make
It all go away 
What can I say
Smoother rides
What do you provide
I ain't use to fights
Or useless lies
It don't harmonize 
And all the eyes 
Not on me or you
Slow the time 
Like 3 or 2
Day by day 
We making way
Let's go
Let's grow
Take you off hold
Add to your soul
Feed you design 
Breath you Devine 
Lease you the time
To get you up ticking 
Level up image
Off what we didn't 
Bout what we doing
Bout having you in
My life