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Crownless Kings
03:40
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To those without a country…you may stand with us
[Verse 1]
Squalid cities and bad blessings it's been hectic
Since the days when the law left, and with it heaven
Don’t bother me with your proper oddities, where we’re living even faith is a rare commodity
We were forced to adapt, then told to get back
Fighting off our own towns, it’s the point of the trap
Bad rap and worst rap sheets, takin’ the streets back
Rat infested, white dust parlors, takin’ the streets back
Fatherless dens and broken mothers… we are taking the streets back
[Chorus, Repeat]
This is the land of the crownless kings
Where royalty brings ruin don’t believe in rings
If you can find the gold in the silver line
Keep on breathing baby it’ll be just fine
[Verse 2]
The castle’s empty , the king’s dead, and the queen’s missing
There’s scattered coins and we’re trying to stack them to the ceiling
Seeing visions of the world before the regicide
I think my mind is growing and starting to feed the parasite
It’s a part of me, it’s the heart of me, it’s the art of we
But we can’t clean the city without getting filthy
We’re peasants in the wild with no regalia present
I can’t believe they with all the presence
Blood of our own brothers, takin’ the streets back
Blood of the god mother, takin’ the streets back
Blood of a better time, we are taking our homes back!
[Chorus]
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Caliber of a Name
06:35
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[Chorus x2]
Two shots to the head, and one dead body, dont tell me justice never hurt nobody
who can save us, when blue pigs swarm, say his name, for Sterling we mourn.
[Spoken Word]
What’s in a name? Another day, another execution, I’m sick of seeing these names hashtaged on Facebook.
I mean sick like physically ill, my stomach has left my body leaving me empty when I should be able to digest things
This madness, this savagery, this blatant murder, converted into a media headlines that will problem read something like “Wild Black man taken down by brave law officials”
We don’t get to be family men or members of a community, hell most days we’re lucky to get our name in the same article the shows video of our last moments.
Held down by two then given two more to the head, lit up by four while reaching for your wallet with a four year old in the backseat, it’s a dangerous number game and we always end up with zero
We take to the streets and webpages, sharing our rage and trying to support each other but these monsters are still given a steady paycheck and a safe haven, while our lives are still taken
Stolen, ripped from us, Lead rockets flying into our bodies creating more lifeless shells that are tossed aside like they don’t matter.
We are more than your target practice, more than your prejudice, more than your assumptions. You get a slap on the wrist but we get a punch to the face and a funeral to plan.
Their bullets have our names written on it instead of the caliber but what is the caliber of a name?
Remember that Alton Sterling and Philando Castile had names before they were made martyrs by a caliber, that they had families before the pigs played judge, jury, and executioner. That they were people that deserved better, that we all deserve better.
Remember their names the next time you look me in my eye and tell me this killing is “just”
[Chorus x2]
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Pierogies
04:51
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At night, I think of you.
Hell I do it in the day too, midday sun beats down illuminating a city without you in it and memories that have and haven't happened yet. I think I see you around town, playing a cruel game of hide and seek with my heart but before I can pounce on the false image of you, you disappear.
It feels like its been forever, in reality its been a week, but really its been a cycle of monotony since we said our awkward goodbye. I know you will be back soon enough but soon enough isnt now and now is when I want you, when I need you.
You left and took summer with you, all I have left is the gray period before classes start and the walls between grow higher and higher. I miss the flag we left in the city claiming it as our own, the feasts we shared before laying in each others arms, and the darkness we become each others lights for. Things dont feel the same without you, and Im scared they may not feel the same again.
In you I found a part of me I didnt previously care I was missing. I found the hand willing to slap me for being to greedy. I found the mind willing to call me into question. I found the heart willing to let me grasp it.
I miss you.
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Deadwood
03:22
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8i Records Rochester, New York
Goons making music, is it good?
Probably.
33% Girl
Feather & Sun
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