INTRO:
Kick it!
Aw yeah!
How many of y’all live what you talk about?!
Mother fuckers always feel the need to run their mouth.
From the yankee towns, down to the dirty south.
Speak some real shit or keep your punk ass on the couch. Ow.

How’d it get so bad? My genre is viewed as trash,
And we’re talking about this and that. It’s a fine line of rhyme to walk on and back. Some do the crimes and times just to spit something phat. In the trap.
Running laps and these times is so mad.
The last thing that we need is your ego induced raps.
Talking about serving fiends back when you sold crack.
What you did was sell your soul as well as those of your peoples jack.
The last time that I checked that was nothing you’d want to brag..
About. Respect is earned not claimed by the mouth.
That’s why I’m doing work to get myself-up-out of this hole.
And head home.. Cause.

BRIDGE
We’ve all been traveling for so long.. on this road
& we’ll all keep traveling ‘till we’re home..


Honestly, I don’t know how I keep it together, In a world full of lost lab rats chasing cheddar. Well, if I’m a cool cat, I think that I need a sweater for the sea of frozen hearts that I march through. I’ll never give up! Never make art for the wrong hands of love, it’s a two-sided coin that’s still spinning for us.
N’ the entertainment industry is virtually fucked. Twisting it’s dreamers into clowns and wanna-be thugs.
Downtown vortex getting sucked, dum-dums idolize getting fucked up.
What’s up! I scream to Swam on the other side of the corner, sober as they come, but that’s a true street warrior.
On these blocks the devil runs.
On the other side is a christian with a megaphone.
I’ll entertain intelligent conversation just for fun, but I don’t accept his “single use plastic” water bottle offering. I’m off, teeter tottering between limited vegan options.
I’m copping some “Taco Cheena”, Maybe I’ll crack and get a pizza, kick a rap with the street bums.
I’ve always connected with what most view as scum and laughed at the masses on the circle track that they would run.
Fascinated with the traffic, the madness,and the sun’s song.
Come on God, It’s time to sing along, hop off or hop on.
This mess of a planet needs some leaders not your average bleacher seater, fistin’ pitchers, trying to skeet on any misses dog.
Teach your people how to be people. When the world is in our hands, so is good and evil let’s evolve, let’s move on.
Most of y’all’s religions are based on ascension! It’s my belief that in order to achieve it we must heal our own wounds from leaking, seeping, bleeding as one organism, breathing, beating, needing help! No cheating!
It’s a test our generation’s faced with. On my last tape, I claimed that I would do it alone, but I can’t, I need help.
From the bottom of my soul.


OUTRO:
So I’ll yelp and I’ll moan and I’ll groan on these tracks ‘till I’m home,
But I’m thinking that I am already there….
I’ll scream and I’ll tear and I’ll bite and I’ll claw…
‘Till I’m home…
But i”m thinking that we’re already here…
We’re here.