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Born in a high-end hospital in a room with a view.
Raised without morals, not one problem to apply them to.
While the kids just down the street, not one thing they don’t need
They’ll grow up fast, yet come in dead last to receive their bare necessities.
And prey for a deity to get them on their feet.
Well there’s probably a higher power but I don’t know it needs us to pretend we care
And if it made the soil and the flowers that still leaves us to provide the tender love and care
So what’s a miracle?
And can it only be granted by the will of something invisible?
Now I can respect that such a will is possible.
But I’m not doing that if I treat it like a genie in a bottle.
A car killed my dog, so I looked for a dog
To find a reason not to be mad
And I spoke to a monk who told me not to be sad
He says I’m too attached
Well I guess there’s no cell reception in heaven
‘Cause god never called me back
But there are angels all around me who I can reach out and touch
All I have to do is ask
And we can do holy deeds in the space between Seraphs and therapists
With a gratitude for love and confidence
If constant intervention is the only way we’ll have our medicine
We should look to one another and pray that we would listen
And be less disappointed when we stop minding our own business
It seems a little bit too convenient
Too have endless phone-a-friend’s to the one who wrote the questions
So ask your private correspondent
if it wants you to project your neighbors’ earthly assistance
Here Come The Queens
What to do with a massive planet
When you can count on two hands the folks who command it
And an entire half is second class*
Piece of ass, born to be harassed
Forced to be perfect but never successful
supposedly worthless, yet put on a pedestal
Put on a scale, taught to fear triple digits
And unless you’re cooking hubbie’s meals stay outta the kitchen
Stay outta the way. Don’t speak, don’t think.
But don’t wander too far, we need you for everything.
Boys coast through college and act like they got knowledge
If a girl made it to jupiter, we’d tell her to be cuter
So send the boys to mars. Put the the women in charge
No more gentlemen
No more “just kidding”
No more good intentions
No more sentencing by old white men
No more victim blaming
or slut shaming
No more finding power from between your legs
Or choosing when others
Will become mothers
Brothers, We act like peasants
And think we're kings
Welcome to the present
Now move over
Here come the queens
What to do with a country that thinks its the best
When its women work harder to be paid less
Country? No. It’s not just the U.S.
All around the world the woman's life is a test
Can you work all day
Get home, work some more
And keep smiling
You missed a spot on the floor
There’s a spot on the floor
Reserved for your knees
The man is tired from the day
And deserves to be pleased
The Living Devil
The living devil has a funny haircut
It used to be black and now it’s gold
And he has a funny accent, and it used to be from overseas
And now it’s from home
He owns the ugliest tower downtown
He used to own german shepherds
And he and his dogs and his men, they tortured all of them
And now they’re calling him our president
Well, I thought they wrote it in the textbooks
So history wouldn’t repeat
But now I see we learn nothing when we read
So remind me, what does it mean to be free?
There’s a message at the feet of lady liberty saying
“Bring me your wretched and your poor”
Well the wretched have come
And now you want them gone
You build a hire fence and lock up the door
The living devil has a vision
Of a land where all the creatures look like him
And those who bleed other blood better get goin if they’re gonna
Or forfeit their faith and cover their skin
He used to give his minions red arm bands, and black boots
And now he gives them reasons to point and shoot
He opened the smoking drawer
and the dragon that we ignored
Let out a fire and a deafening roar
Well the wretched have come
And now you say it’s a crime
But they’re not goin nowhere this time
Like A Human
I'm riding home in a warm car
to my warm bed, where I will rest well-fed.
They're sprawled out on the seats of the subway car.
Newspaper blankets, free sample banquets.
You know I'll never be grateful enough for the fact that I can afford
to spend each day making sure I never get bored.
They don't even day dream of having the privilege of being jaded
Cuz not a moment can be wasted, when you're existence is faded.
To live like a human being you're gonna have to earn it.
Through inheritance, birthright, and luck.
And if you want the things you need,
you're gonna need a little more.
So what happens when you can't get hired?
Innocent though you may be, by your skin you are outlived.
Months go by, you're getting tired.
It's time to do the thing, into which you swore you'd never give.
You learn that regret manifests in the form of mandatory minimums and you share the pain with your
both awaiting old age in the same goddamn prison.
So this is what happens to a good person, just another one
of two million invisible rocks stuck orbiting a center mass of lovelessness.
"Is there a God above me who knows I go hungry to feed
the little ones I love, and convince them we've got enough?
Pretty soon they'll grow up and wonder what to trust and wonder
'How on earth did things get so fucked?' "
"To meet my basic needs is the prize of a lottery but
I never entered, so where did I mess up?
No I don't think that I did. I was born just like this."
When fate is known from birth, we accept what they say we're worth.
Summer’s always too short
But they may not open up the schools this fall, budget cut short
Rahm and Rauner won’t allow for
A teacher's salary we go on without it
“Who needs education? This is the greatest nation
Besides, if you educate the people it’ll be harder to break em
Harder to fake that this was hard-earned payment
When I was born into greatness
See you work the night shift,
Ill work the day shift
You be my slaves
You live and die on the waitlist”
That’s what he says or at least he might as well have
If actions speak louder you can sure as hell bet
They’ve got big plans
that don’t include you
They get they’re friends the bankers and the cops to remove you
They try to define us
so they can divide us
As if they’re divine
Or they deserve our trust
But you’re not divine without divine love
And you can’t even define love
You oughta spend some time with us
Stead of tryna spy on us
But what do I want?
I want so bad to be one of the greats
I want to light up the stage
I want your praise, but i want more
I want equality, I want us all to breathe
And I’ll pay the price for it to be.
‘Cause I can talk and dream
and never change a thing and
things are changing
but not enough if it don’t sting.
I heard it through the grapevine
That we’re gonna be fine
If we just give some primetime
To the things we see are subprime
People living outside
Sadness on the southside
Children not allowed outside
Parents doin too much cryin
I heard from a lil bird
Things gonna get chiller
If we just give some real words
To the folks that never get heard
Always been censored
And we don’t need gender
Even I can comprehend that and I’m its inventor.
Brought love into the lawhouse
We think love needs laws now
But law is not objective
If it's born inside the lord's house
So fuck what the law say
I love who I say love
I am who I say i am
Neither sir nor ma'am
But what do I want?
All of us or none of us.
b r e a t h e r . ft. Leor Miller
Can’t think in phrase only boiling anger
And the world is strange and strangely growing stranger
And I’m not sure
In the sun I melt, in the heat I smolder
At a tipping point I’m a falling boulder
And I’m not sure if I’m getting closer
Or if I’m stopped on the shoulder
I’m on fire or I’m frozen
It gets hotter, colder
When I’m not on top of the world
It’s on my shoulders
It’s bitter, it’s sweet
It’s never, ever in between
And that’s just the way I want it to be
Own This Day
Walk fast and smile
Stand up straight and own this day
This is my style
Nothing can take it away
Sing it out like Yoncé
Sing it out like Timberlake
And if it sounds a little strange
Allow me to explain
You got this
And you know it
We all need humility but insecurity is useless
Arrogance is a bad friend but confidence will help you through it
You are marvelous and you don’t gotta prove it
You are stupendous. You must believe it to see it
The things you’ve been waiting to do
Are waiting for you
And it’s hard to start with everything blue
But shake it off and we can change that tune
You got this
And you have always had this
Small-minded people thinking small-minded things
Wanna keep you in a cage and tell you what to think
They’ll never be like you, they’ll never be like you
This world wants you look and act a certain way
They’re jealous that you’re happy, they’d prefer you be afraid
They want you tame, I know you won’t be tamed
I refuse to obsess over every little thing
My mistakes aren’t who I am, they’re just what happens in between
Being me best I can be
So if you’re struggling at all to be the you you know and trust
Look around you right now and if there’s anything but love
Something’s gotta change, it’s gotta change today
Armillaria ft. Adam Gottlieb
We develop false needs
one after another
and tell ourselves that we're distant brothers
of who we are supposed to be
we want to believe
we're meant to compete
but know it is the counterfeit
of obeying our genes
Why should I spend a single cent
on things that love cannot protect?
The rest is just misspent.
Does the gold spilling out your pocket have God's consent?
Check what the book says.
You just might be in debt.
"Woe to you who are rich for you are receiving your comfort in full"
No matter how well you do, you'll never be finished.
So burn all the money while you're still in control.
Dana, Water Protector: "Call on your ancestors to remember a way of life that will get us beyond this
system and beyond this society because I guarantee you it will fall and it will fall hard.
Pink is for girls, and blue's just for boys
Fake credit cards and guns are toys
This is how we raise the leaders
who we'll want to impeach.
It's rotten from the ground up.
Its roots are watered with greed.
And there's stolen bark and chainsaw scars
where the leaves should be.
Congrats, congrats, look at all that cash.
It will never be as green as the leaves.
Adam's rap: don't have the lyrics with me whoops
We devoured the forests
Blackened the waters and the skies
Paved over golden rod for tourists
This is no land of mine
Something about it just isn't right
And I don't want to live in this world anymore
Where is the world where less is more?
Nameless / Famous
Slinging dime bags wrapped up in
Spider-Man comic book pages
You're friendly neighborhood enabler
Dates with mary jane on the regular
But that life style couldn't be held together
with two rolls of tape and stapler
I need something stabler
I wanna feel like I wanna learn
I wanna think that I deserve
To go to to college and become an expert
But I'd better clear my head first
Of this endless parade of reefer
But embrace the damage that it may have incurred
because denying the past is like embracing a curse
I’ll cultivate a more curious thirst
And quench it by becoming immersed
In a higher purpose and a love for the earth
And get to wondering just what we're worth
Soon enough I’ll be an unremembered apple seed
In a thousand-acre orchard
So it takes ignorance to feel important
So if everybody must be nameless
Why on earth is anyone famous?
Perhaps a little bit of both is harmless
Here’s what’s on my mind:
Everything we do we broadcast
On a mesmerizing piece of glass
It's compromising our attention spans
And we all agree we should stop but we never prove that we can
We're so connected we're alone
We've perfected our tones
You can go back and revise what you wrote
If it's not pretty and polished, you can make it so
But we yearn for a simpler time
when nectarines are ripe without pesticides
And 17-year-old lives aren’t taken in stride
At whose hands?
At the hands of the constable
She never made it to the hospital
With screams more than audible
She never made it her prom
‘cause he was on patrol
Oh no, no, no, no
Cherry on Top
And so I write
And so I write
And so I write
And it’s alright
And so I write
And so I write
And so I write
And so I shut it all out and write
No one can come between me and this song
So I can fill it up with whatever I want
I could fill it with hot fudge and sprinkles
Put a cherry on top
Or i could point out all that's wrong
And wish that it would stop
But for now I'll put it to rest
Lest it get too long
No one can come between you and this song
Fill it up with anything you want
It's yours, it's ours, it's done
He can’t go anywhere without being glared at
He can’t choose what he wear ‘cause he is aware that
People find danger in the position of his hat
and colors that don't match with black
But he’ll go out anyway cos he wanna have fun
So lord hear him pray, don't force him to run
Let him safely return home because he knows
she'll be waiting up, scared and alone
But he says:
“Don't worry mom, I'll be home by eleven
Just leave dinner warming in the oven
Should my innocence be questioned
I'll be well-dressed and articulate and clean-shaven
Since you raised me well, I don't a weapon
Common sense is the best protection
And if I'm wrong about that
I'll meet you in heaven”
They’re identity's gone missing
Lost in layers of statistics
How do you prove that you are different
When you don't exist?
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