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skytrain! skytrain!
02:37
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old land changes lively names to passcode //
hand holds, relay scams for ransom //
shemar meaning “everlasting blue flame //
head on, tame the devil!” //
torch cut through metal retainers like dotted lines //
becca loves the skytrain //
bits of subconscious pile onto the ark’s spine //
bent, searching my grandfather’s porch for magic //
the bones these blank chairs are channeling praise for //
the eyes returning his empty stares //
black mass in perpetual prayer //
trusting the impasse, i hear escapade //
man, becca loves the skytrain //
time told on roulette wheel //
swan songs habitual //
escape loops spun like christmas carols //
my features ask questions rhetorical //
drip fed disappointed suicide notes //
your survival cause for deep breaths //
i dug water bottles through ore //
shadowing ma’s grave //
anything to avoid family matters, unspoken immortal //
pencils raised higher during 8:50 d.e.a.r //
innocence punished when creation reserved for myth //
whitey only tale all ends in subjugation //
extras feign death, lingering by will of their anklets //
not left forgotten, aglets to those important //
‘cause becca loves the skytrain //
and egda starts by staring past me, into me //
intimate //
tell me what i’ve been doing //
tell me what i’ve been doing for real //
what the fuck have I been doing //
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it ain’t the heat //
it’s the dust, red //
ritual made from sweat //
fire ants’ dirt swept //
by young black forces //
shameful stance //
couldn’t call this place home //
though built from ground, oppositional //
the architect of these smile lines //
but who protects who? //
texts from the stretcher saying “don’t be scared” //
my ex mutes theory-crafting hoodoo //
ion feel safe anywhere //
jazz hands pigeon-toed shrink into doorway casing //
fatigue engraved deep in my face //
my utopia more than aesthetic //
anger radiates shallow strength //
my response to voids filled with obtuse ways //
swallowing wistfuls, stalking woes //
as they recoil from my body a means instead of “ends-well” //
ion know if I’m mourning right if that’s all to be done //
Days rot and nights pass
Highway stars pump more than just gas
Its the cycles again
Round and round its the cycles again
Its diamonds under anthills
With teeth so rotten it look like grills
Celestial waiter wheres my bill??
Whatchu mean the water cost extra?
Whatchu mean theres a secret fee?
The dirt in the wounds deep in my face
Harden my faith
And thats between you and me
Whatchu mean it cost more,
The less I can afford?
Whatchu mean, waiter?
Tell me waiter whatchu mean
This restaurant full of shit
Dine and dash habitual
A dime a dozen
A guaranteed find at the corner store
Bodega full of God wisdom
Quarter waters and mini wars
Dont beef with the ock Dont beef with the spot
Dont believe whatchu see at the restaurant up the block
These deserts were once oasis
Redline gilded cage made it hot
The waters is due back thats on God
its no sleep til brooklyn, u think im picking up the phone u trippin
sniper shots at big ben we time splittin, u out to lunch we gone fishin
all systems go, lost in the world, ignore the small font
u fuck boys too slow like sonic taunt, ankle weights doing u no good whatchu thought it was //
got no resolve, take a look at whatchu brought n cállete
white karen saying namaste, ur girl downward dog while u fiendin for a break
no room to hesitate, fetal position rockin to n fro
throw in the towel, thief in the night catch u w ur pants down, now we all got smth to laugh about
couldn't put words to it, felt compelled to be more fluent
couldn't stand to be you niggas, could there be more to it?
(i doubt it)
the consequences are all hellscape above the head, one handed how my belt raised,
in the thick of things i never felt safe, thick as thieves i perceived reckless intent so i weave
pigmeat mark-redundant judge and jury of your own demise
meanwhile i live baroque in life upholding family ties
sade been told y'all you not the man dawg take a stand dawg, if you can!
free em shackled in the land is the plan!
we seek demand!
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3. |
expensive piss
01:53
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no lunch money, just starving //
oscillate on a bloated stomach //
God won’t pardon me, i ain’t suffering enough in chainmail //
wrapped in a dour clutch //
karma curtain call //
my bed direct my feet to blake //
oppose knee to prayer //
role-play presence, listening wall-fly //
really just waiting my turn //
stench so tender it glistens //
don’t stare at the son, baby, walk on by //
park bench scarecrow corner lincoln and sutter //
tree bark arms consumed bare //
praise the sounds of supposed lovers //
teeth gnawing //
they dead thought i was j cole, freeforms //
i rode the saxophone fluent //
over blues like jesus sole //
i owe uber a home //
breading broken man //
i put my petty hand //
on rolling snare against my ribcage //
i ain’t supposed to be here //
all these poems i’d write, every attempt //
steal the world from your steps //
imposing perception onto these moments quiet as kept //
complacent under acceptance //
flimsy habits from my mouth //
where two streams meet expensive piss //
every dollar for my health //
geared towards vitamins //
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4. |
sunscreen ft Jay Cinema
02:05
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Cold world, you know niggas need summer
Feel my attitude going under
Mad hungry for some brighter days
Well aware I need to change my ways
Fell in love with isolation
Me myself and I keep the spliffs in rotation
Need some uplifting, I can’t take it
Too many trials and the tribulations
Wondering, how I fell in these situations
Roach clips for minor stimulation
Life really is a simulation
Somebody press the skip button please
I got a lot of wants and less needs
Really I’m just searching for some ease
Watch the sun disappear and the moon come
Staying balanced til’ my time done
Been a loner every since I was young
I should probably open up for once
Cause my only friend is the weed up in my lungs
Can’t forget about the words coming out of my tongue
Cold world you know niggas need summer
cold world, weather machine broke //
4 am, full thunderstorms below the heaven’s choke //
at my closest banished to balcony //
5’9 calcium ark //
dancing in rain, dry and intricate //
hoping history refrains how fat clamps my ivory tower //
i ain’t proud //
how my instincts count calories //
just to fall forth from food chains like martyrs //
stewed slow and epic //
gilgamesh lays enkidu to rest, wrestling flower beds //
there’s no eternal youth //
you just die quicker, thinking //
beauty absolute as grand gesture //
born from a lineage of mothers not forced to forget their maiden names //
my fresh fade stands me straight, reluctant //
against the ivy crawling down my face //
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essex st. (footprints)
01:48
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ion art for cash for gold doubloons //
spoiled nickels, it takes two //
tangos towards notoriety //
played stupid games as a child //
still fall for nostalgic //
carried torch //
grace don’t think i can distinguish secrets //
flame and north pole ambidextrous lit fireplace //
cozy toes under mint slippers //
sip the chocolate while it’s warm //
born from the spark I birthed //
it’s all the sun in symmetric rhythm //
peace a privilege not a desire //
everyone’s deserving //
ever present even as I’m unsure //
there’s nothing behind me but paranoia //
watching galaxies morph into they proper distance from sheepshead bay //
handful of almonds crushed when they claimed //
clamored high rise shadows with molding eyes //
traffic bustling echoes timeless as tomorrow, but //
(there’s a reason behind all we do) //
(there’s a moment behind //
i was doing more than filling a void //
killing time, monochrome roads //
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6. |
rem sleep
02:36
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punching inwards, my ernie fist //
i hook stitches //
punching out a glass joe, hella fragile //
i just roll with the punches //
(shattered!) //
punching inwards, my grover fist //
i hook stitches //
punching out a glass joe, hella fragile //
i just roll with the punches //
visceral dreams //
mix the dark noise with the light //
prefix a cold sweat, empty weight //
my pillow seams sulking, sunk in //
echolocate sun moving under eyelids coast to coast from margins //
through blood to lines of code //
my poems fight for my humanity while i’m gone //
return three millennia forwards //
as wage theft //
strip-searched like leers lustful //
still collecting checks from haitian brothers //
still a friend per month for every half year link up //
i feel separations along language barriers //
i feel seen! //
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was never futile though fell to same small end //
i’ll be your villain when the pedestal meets the flanger bend //
deconstructed //
into smeared bridges //
only the fire next time left //
spread my ashes across ocean’s toe //
urn made from locs with no hang time, you don’t even know me //
if you think anger leaves me with any more than falsetto grin at wake of post nut clarity //
intuition seeps in slowly //
it was as good as needs convincing like my smile //
christmas, nights after i found my present pile in front closet //
closing //
chapter, there should be paragraphs for //
i wore oyster pearl fabrics to a dead man’s wedding i shoulda worn standards //
stanzas pile into preface a twenty volume suicide note //
each night //
i count the stars and get the same number //
and when they will not come to be counted i collect their holes //
i reject building manifestos towards false prophets //
(i monarch .i gold.)
[dance, nigga dance]
fold
into my selfishness
crumbling papers
i know no exits
most of my language
muddled
hardly a showman
no harm in stasis today
no thoughts for auction
i sipped my grand
niggas lost me in this pocket
how the gauntlet never fit my hand
bliss stuck to my garments
staining my coughs
minute of fame
more entertaining when you watch
when you watch
spit in my palms
nice like you visiting
i'll make your night
name a price
when you watch
it's competition
and i'm locked
buy my shit
or mind your business
no skin in mine
mind in my way
caught in my gaze
you gon take the matzas
if you paid or not
i'll make you watch
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