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Eggs Over EZ
03:48
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Sometimes I write my best
When my head feels like it's bursting at the seams
From working sixteen-hour days
And my eyelids are drooping like blinds
From not sleeping enough
And I'm in New York
In the summertime
Sitting on the sweaty C train
To Brooklyn
Comatose
And sitting next to me there’s a fat man
With a cane in his lap
His breath smelling like alcohol
And he belongs in a much better cartoon
Than this
And across from me
Standing by the door
There's a girl with the face of Che Guevara
Tattooed in black
To her bicep
And she reminds me
Of the wind
And at the other end of the car
There's a crazy lady screaming
I feel it all, I feel it all I feel it all, I feel it all
Out of pain comes birth, out of fire came the earth
But maybe she’s the least crazy one
Of us all
And they've been trying to chain down
All of the balloons of the world
Been trying to chain down all the balloons of the world
Trying to deflate the dreams out of them
Beat the youth out of them
And they've been trying
To do the same
To me
But I won't let them
Because I know that in order to eat the fruit
I ate for lunch today
There was a little farmer
Out there
Out there
Out there
Planting seeds and praying
For rain
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Here comes the sunshine, here comes the dead
Here comes the ocean, here comes the wave
Here comes the sunshine, here comes the dead
Here comes the ocean, here comes the wave
Mother earth calls me up on the phone
She reminds me that I'm the
Descendant of both the stars and the cave painter's code
That I'm the child of the mightiest storm
And I learned to bottle the breeze
Blow wind through the trees
And they shake like guitar strings
Reverberating secret melodies that only those who come later
Will learn how to sing
I stare into fire and I see myself
My friend Jimi shined so brightly he burned himself
And I learned to write poetry from the spider
Weaving words together one letter at a time
Slowly building a web that connected my heart to my mind
Trapping dreams and memories as I somersaulted through the dimensions of time
And I got my education in the mathematics of life
Revolution the product of love x rage
Heaven the sum of music + stage
And I, and I was in the garden of Eden before Adam and Eve
I didn't only take a bite out of the apple
I ate the whole fucking tree
The branches the roots, even the seeds
Bring me to the disco queen, I want to lay flowers at her throne
Show her all the heartbreak I have seen, all the vistas I have known
I live with the wolf, I pray for the sheep
Thank u mother Earth for the food we eat
Here comes the sunshine, here comes the dead
Here comes the ocean, here comes the wave
Here comes the sunshine, here comes the dead
Here comes the ocean, here comes the wave
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Lunar King
04:02
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I can’t sleep at night anymore so I call my friend Pablo
See if he’s alright
I walk down the street
With my headphones on
Stare at the moon, listen to sad songs
I read lots of books, spend lots of time alone
I blow poems out my brain, blow poems out my brain
I’m the nightwalker, the boombap dreamer
The 2 am bus ride streetlamp creature
I search the night for the heartbreak healer
I walk in circles for the sunshine dealer
I become electric when the sun goes down
I’m the lunar king of this funky ass town
I drink gin and tonic, draw sketches in my head
I draw sketches in my head
Hello darkness, you’re my friend tonight
If you need me, I’ll be around
If you send me flowers, I’ll be in town
It’s been so long you’ve been by my side, hello darkness, you’re my friend tonight
I walk in the park with my hoodie up in the dark
Listen to the bugs, the silence, my heart
Text my friend Ricky but he’s not around,
Call my friend Mimi but she’s not in town
I walk the night with moonlight people
The freakout, the blackout, the batman people
I’m guided by the spirits, the stars, the legends, the stories, the quiet, the witches
Here comes my anger again, here comes my sadness again
I’m the night owl, the midnight flower
The folktale reaper, the poetry dealer
I search the night for the missing the puzzle pieces, I learn the lessons the darkness teaches
I get out of bed, pick up the pen
Draw sketches in my head, I draw sketches in my head
Hello darkness, you’re my friend tonight
If you need me, I’ll be around
If you send me flowers, I’ll be in town
It’s been so long you’ve been by my side, hello darkness, you’re my friend tonight
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I was in a monster movie all the time
Couldn't sleep at night, couldn't quiet my mind
A girl named America carried me away
Hypocrisy was in her fucking DNA
Land of the zombie
Land of the free
Land of the middle America Walmart queen
You can buy the president
You can buy soap
Everything's for sale
Democracy's a joke
And there ain't no love in this town no
There ain't no love in this town no
And the dreams go tomb to-tomb to-tomb tomb
The bass goes boom bo-boom bo-boom boom
The dreams go tomb to-tomb to-tomb tomb
The bass goes boom bo-boom bo-boom boom
CIA coup d'etat, Guantamo Bay
War is an industry in the USA
Got money prisons but not a living wage
The police state looking like the new KKK
Nothing new, been backwards since 1492
Been backwards since genocide founded red, white and blue
This white supremacy is a cancer, this white supremacy is a cancer
Get it while it's hot, shop till you drop
It's not what you give, it's what got
Gun shots in a parking lot
I was so angry I became monster
I was so lonely I became ghost
Mama was a TV, papa was a beer
Land of the happy meal, city of fear
And get me out of this place ooo oo o
Ain't no love in this place ooo oo o
And the dreams go tomb to-tomb to-tomb tomb
The bass goes boom bo-boom bo-boom boom
The dreams go tomb to-tomb to-tomb tomb
The bass goes boom bo-boom bo-boom boom
I was in a cartoon nightmare marathon
The whole world looked like it was upside down
All the politicians were stupid clowns
Be careful who you move with there are vampires in this town
They want you to doubt yourself, wrong place wrong time
They want you to quiet down, out of sight out of mind
You got to be strong like Tubman in the night
You can turn water into beer if you play your cards right
Universe the size of a quiet kid's mind
American meritocracy is a lie
Pressure and heat make diamonds
This world turned you into a diamond
Baby I'm trying to heal, but it's not a science
You my other me like Aesop's mouse and the lion
Life is a bath and I'm drowning in it
Life is a bath and I'm drowning in it
And the dreams go tomb to-tomb to-tomb tomb
The bass goes boom bo-boom bo-boom boom
The dreams go tomb to-tomb to-tomb tomb
The bass goes boom bo-boom bo-boom boom
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She told me revolution starts with the self
It starts in the mind, it starts in the mind
Like planting seeds and watching them blossom in time
Like what happens to a flower when it dies
Does it grow roots in the garden of my mind
Get tattooed to the back of a girl named life
The revolution was already televised
You can watch it on demand for $4.95
You got to love yourself, love yourself
My therapist said
One more oil rig we'll love ourselves to death
If I could restart the world, I'd restart the world
Fill it with gigabytes of justice and cheap thrills
Our prophets wrote poems on bathroom stalls
Spray painted eat the rich on city hall
Our prophets wrote love notes in concrete
Got beat up by police in the street
When I think of revolution, I think of you
When I think of teenage riots, I think of you
When I think of love and war, I think of you
When I think of revolution, I think of you
She told me bad things come in threes, self-belief, belief is the key
And it starts in the mind
Like painting memories, watching them live new lives
Like eating library books and shitting out rhymes
No more fire, the revolt next time
The goal has always been to cover outside the lines
The goal has been consistency over time
To get the heart to harmonize with the mind
I was here, I was here, history lives in the stomach like beers
Same old fears
Strength isn't physical it's mental
The heroes weren't clinical they were sentimental
She told me go with your heart, go with your heart
That's the place where the sunset goes, where the protest starts
My therapist says I'm doing ok
They've been trying to get me on prozac since the fifth grade
Real change is slow, bullets move fast
I write in journals hoping justice gets the last laugh
When I think of revolution, I think of you
When I think of teenage riots, I think of you
When I think of love and war, I think of you
When I think of revolution, I think of you
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Amerika, pt. 1
01:05
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Me and big Bobby were drug-dealing buddies
On the streets of Portland, Oregon
And one day a tweaker came up to us
With a bunny in his arms
And he wanted to trade the bunny
For a quad of crystal meth
I thought we had no use for the bunny
And there was no way we were in a position
To take care of a frightened rabbit
But big Bobby really wanted the bunny
And he handed the tweaker the meth
Before I had the chance to say no
We decided to name the bunny
Albunny Einstein
We lost the bunny two days later
As we were crossing Interstate-405
And big Bobby freaked out
Dodging cars on the highway
With his shirt off
Screaming "Albunny Einstein, come back
At the top of his lungs
I felt like I was watching a fucking movie,
Big Bobby over there
A man who had come out of the womb fistfighting
Big Bobby, the guy who once threw a chair out the window of his high school English class
And lit up a joint in the vice principal’s office
Big Bobby, the unbreakable slum god
Who inherited a hangover from his mother
Was jumping up and down on I-405, crying like a little kid
Tears running down his face
Cursing the heavens
Over a bunny he had known for less than 48-hours
That never did anything
But try to
Escape
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Heart broke, full of smoke, not a joke, the pain invokes
Signs of light dancing in my shadow world
Last call, the great fall, prayers written on the wall
Sid's out crying in the bathroom stall
Fucked up, shut up, out of luck, thunderstruck
Don't you know it hurts me to see you at all
Open wound, out of tune, healing soon, saw the ghost
Sitting in the waiting room thinking of you
Broken home, strong soul, lonely god, shoot your shot
Sometimes you got to do it alone
Sometimes you got to do it alone
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10. |
8th grade, pt. 1
01:12
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I want you to be my girlfriend, I want you to break my heart
I want you to be my girlfriend, I want you to break my heart
I want you to be my girlfriend, I want you to break my heart
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8th grade
02:50
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I barely remember the 8th grade
I barely remember the 8th grade
Mom got a heart attack
Carried around a suicide note in my backpack
Sat in the back of class
Never said a word
Smoked so much weed
Ronnie got a nose bleed
What happened to the kid with the sunshine soul
The schoolyard crew with the Angel glow
Eddie went rat-tat-tat on the gasket
We stole the car fast, went speeding through Queens
Like two boys searching for a different century
Like a lost kid afraid the earth would swallow me
And the Smiths went turn, turn, turn on the radio
Music blasting loud, like we're the rock & roll show
Fist in my chest went boom boom boom
Got a text from grandma will you be home soon
Listen to sun as it beats down low, listen to the heart as it go go goes
Listen to drum as it hits some more, listen to the world as it turns real slow
We caught a horror movie on the big screen
You met me and Eddie by the snack machine, nice to see you Kiki
Got the biggest bag of popcorn we'd ever seen
You grabbed my hand fast, before the movie screened
Got lost in your eyes like a storm in the ocean
You laughed so sweet, you had my all shook then
Kiki teach me how to turn this pain into poetry
How to find beauty in this mayhem story
You grabbed me so close under the streetlight
Teach me slow down, one step at a time right
Listen to sun as it beats down low, listen to the heart as it go go goes
Listen to drum as it hits some more, listen to the world as it turns real slow
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12. |
She was born like this
01:40
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She was born like this, born into this
She survived fire, flood, famine for this
She beautiful like this
She dream, bleed, fight for this
She stand up right, take pride in this
She love you, she make soup for you
She walk miles in your shoes for you
Slay dragon, slay demons, slay monsters for you
You were a boy named Hurricane you fell in love with a girl named Hope you knew
You tattooed her name to your chest like initials cut into a tree you knew
But as time went by her name began to fade
Like initials cut into a tree
Or an old scar
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If tomorrow I should die
Before the chance to live my longest life
Would they know that I loved with all of my heart
That I thought of those I held dear even when we were apart
If tomorrow I should die
And the universe decided that it was my time
Would they know that I cherished every memory
Still found meaning in this world despite its pain, its anger, its complexity
If tomorrow I should die and rain again fell from the sky
The Sun again continued to shine
Would anybody cry
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