S1 ep 11-THE TREK

S1 ep 11- THE TREK

And they want us to leave....

I've been looking looking looking looking 
Look here
These eyes they close up for no one
I go in full motion
Let it resonate the mind

You cooler than whatever 
Those eyes they do know better 
My eyes can't get no wetter
My high's can't get my head up 
Gone in the morning 
But for now we got to deal it
You wanna stop this warring 
But you can't control your spirit 
It Sunday somewhere 
Yeah I got this long hair
Don't own alot 
But I hold my knots
Control my spot
With the longest locks
Let it air dry
32 years the longest why
Questions all noise 
They mess with the boy
But we are grown men
I hold to moments 
That give me no hand
The light fixtures shake
We run from our race
Turmeric colored plates
Briyani grow the waist
Spent the 90's in LA
And the Early 2k
Open doors I rather lock
Them boys they lived alot
Grow up in different spots
Dhaka was the talk
Pray a rakat know my lord
Lock up the third floor 
Above grandmama nest
Told I got grandmama crest
Similarities at their best
We don't think alike
We don't ink alike
What I write 
Is not what you'd right 
What the people like
What is equal like
I'd a be so nice 
If we could ease on life
Wow
I'd get closer if I'd bow
Bow bow bow
Only in the now
Can't get it if you wild
But if you wait a little while 
You could open up the clouds
Let go and let it rise
I came home and lived a lie
Often they close 
The things that I hold
If I need any more
Then I lean into lord
Praying so often
Can't tell you where I been
My circle is shaky
My world going crazy 
The people that make me
Are the ones that now hate me
Came up from the 80's
I can take on what the day bring
It don't matter what you tell me
I been hopping on one foot
Trynna get me other looks
But I failed to pay attention 
That my steps don't get me different 
Looks
Am I good
All this bull
Things we do
Why we do it
If I loose it
Cannot do it
All right- stretch out

Searching my mind 
Calling you lord
Take hold of my time
Free up my world
All that I pray
Could you settle the score

Searching my mind 
Calling you lord
Take hold of my time
Free up my world
All that I pray
Could you settle the score
Settle the score 

Out here with my hand out
Tell me what your plan bout
I can't get a hand now
Guard down and I camp out
Prayer rugs
And faded love
I fast homie
Don't pass on me
I ain't one of those
Type to let it to go
The slow motion 
Of not knowing 
The juvenile bench 
When you and I were friends 
Kick it on a Sunday 
For the promise of a someday
Trade in my dreamcast
Nachos on a bean bag
Free time I will need that
But we trade it in
For the erase of sin
Alms and all
My arms they fall
Below the hip
You gotta know I'm fit
To take on what you give
But if I gotta be honest 
Your plan takes its toll
The world we don't know
Clue me in
Clue me in
Gotta know where to begin
The point of life
Can't be what I enjoy at night


Its beyond dice
Beyond the sweaty drinks
Nestled in koozies 
The occasional doobie 
We rolled up 
To roll down
Pop up on the scene 
Swing
The doors
Exit ever so smoothly 
Like cream off of cake
On those heated days
The park bench thrills
Two liter fills...

->

Want more? Check out our conversations with the Coconut Connection

S1 ep 11- THE TREK

And they want us to leave....

I've been looking looking looking looking 
Look here
These eyes they close up for no one
I go in full motion
Let it resonate the mind

You cooler than whatever 
Those eyes they do know better 
My eyes can't get no wetter
My high's can't get my head up 
Gone in the morning 
But for now we got to deal it
You wanna stop this warring 
But you can't control your spirit 
It Sunday somewhere 
Yeah I got this long hair
Don't own alot 
But I hold my knots
Control my spot
With the longest locks
Let it air dry
32 years the longest why
Questions all noise 
They mess with the boy
But we are grown men
I hold to moments 
That give me no hand
The light fixtures shake
We run from our race
Turmeric colored plates
Briyani grow the waist
Spent the 90's in LA
And the Early 2k
Open doors I rather lock
Them boys they lived alot
Grow up in different spots
Dhaka was the talk
Pray a rakat know my lord
Lock up the third floor 
Above grandmama nest
Told I got grandmama crest
Similarities at their best
We don't think alike
We don't ink alike
What I write 
Is not what you'd right 
What the people like
What is equal like
I'd a be so nice 
If we could ease on life
Wow
I'd get closer if I'd bow
Bow bow bow
Only in the now
Can't get it if you wild
But if you wait a little while 
You could open up the clouds
Let go and let it rise
I came home and lived a lie
Often they close 
The things that I hold
If I need any more
Then I lean into lord
Praying so often
Can't tell you where I been
My circle is shaky
My world going crazy 
The people that make me
Are the ones that now hate me
Came up from the 80's
I can take on what the day bring
It don't matter what you tell me
I been hopping on one foot
Trynna get me other looks
But I failed to pay attention 
That my steps don't get me different 
Looks
Am I good
All this bull
Things we do
Why we do it
If I loose it
Cannot do it
All right- stretch out

Searching my mind 
Calling you lord
Take hold of my time
Free up my world
All that I pray
Could you settle the score

Searching my mind 
Calling you lord
Take hold of my time
Free up my world
All that I pray
Could you settle the score
Settle the score 

Out here with my hand out
Tell me what your plan bout
I can't get a hand now
Guard down and I camp out
Prayer rugs
And faded love
I fast homie
Don't pass on me
I ain't one of those
Type to let it to go
The slow motion 
Of not knowing 
The juvenile bench 
When you and I were friends 
Kick it on a Sunday 
For the promise of a someday
Trade in my dreamcast
Nachos on a bean bag
Free time I will need that
But we trade it in
For the erase of sin
Alms and all
My arms they fall
Below the hip
You gotta know I'm fit
To take on what you give
But if I gotta be honest 
Your plan takes its toll
The world we don't know
Clue me in
Clue me in
Gotta know where to begin
The point of life
Can't be what I enjoy at night


Its beyond dice
Beyond the sweaty drinks
Nestled in koozies 
The occasional doobie 
We rolled up 
To roll down
Pop up on the scene 
Swing
The doors
Exit ever so smoothly 
Like cream off of cake
On those heated days
The park bench thrills
Two liter fills...

->

Want more? Check out our conversations with the Coconut Connection podcast where we chat about identity and coming up in America as mixed race youngins.

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