S1 ep 14- THEN, NOW. NOW, THEN.
NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST
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S1 ep 14- THEN, NOW. NOW, THEN.
Awkward fellas
Your mama taught you better
Know to keep your head up
Only us propell us
I slow down in my error
Trynna reach for better
I know to eat my lettuce
Stomach greens
Couple things
That I glean
It ain't about the sheen
Got me bending on my knee
Play humble to a T
Then I shoot breeze
The world got many things
Choose what you wanna be
Sailing down whiskey rivers
Do not bankrupt piety
I float past the sunset
Get lost within variety
The margaritas are blended
So too are the months
Sour mix, arrested wants
Things change and then they do not
The smoke drags on
Tire fires and hydrant water
My German Shepard wants a milk bone
Your German Shepard craves the still bone
Stillborn progress
The clothes are crafted with grater utility
And still
They weight down
Middle class life.
You got what you need.
What are you on about.
The gifts my magnetic strips
Shower me with
Fail to uplift me.
The gifts my magnetic strips
Give to uplift causes
Cause satisfaction
Then it dissolves
We all dissolve
I resolved to do better
Better as in different
Different as in change
The crux of evolution
Is the slow build of attainment
And the persistent will to sustain it
Have we lost will?
Are we out of fight?
You do not spill out the fisticuffs
Like you do petrol, or and some other fluid
You can never be out of fight
You might could eschew it
Awkward fellas
Your mama taught you better
Know to keep your head up
Only us propell us
I slow down in my error
Trynna reach for better
I know to eat my lettuce
Stomach greens
Couple things
That I glean
It ain't about the sheen
Got me bending on my knee
Play humble to a T
Then I shoot breeze
The world got many things
Choose what you wanna be
Tamper temper
With florescent lust
Grab the out of reach
Such as the mobile suspended
Over the infant
My crib seems distant
Our crib seems distant
Motherland and father time
Parental misgivings
Parental alienation
Which partner is the player
In our steady withdrawal
Draw up the papers
Then draw on the walls
The American dream
The global dream
Noted in scrawl
Pull up your drawers
Don't walk too tall
Why your hair like that
Nappy
Curled
Straight
Wavy
Tinted
Highlighted
Rainbow colored
Fuck these questions
Birth of oppression
Wear you as you please
Please do not wear out
The true America
The true world
Is what you are about
Barber shop blues
I can't give you room
Everybody own the moon
And live under the sun
17 year old with gun
The streets gonna run
Looking at my outfit
I don't wanna be out here
Camo cragos
The minute yall won't
Speak for tomorrow
Then it all go still
In my August chill
With America on fire
Thinking how I'm gonna write it
The mind on many mileage
Cool heads no stylist
I can't dream for balance
I can't think on malice
A few Bordeauxs and a nice clean chalice
Set chill to automatic
And search for true talent
My brother doing work
My sister writing book
I'm drooling over Tudors
And I'm into writing hooks
I mean hope that they don't
Look at me low
Everybody know
Where they wanna go
Tell what you mean?
Are we talking bout a dream?
Don't you fuck up all my cream
I need to get my things
My sister doing research
I care about a t-shirt
S1 ep 14- THEN, NOW. NOW, THEN.
Awkward fellas
Your mama taught you better
Know to keep your head up
Only us propell us
I slow down in my error
Trynna reach for better
I know to eat my lettuce
Stomach greens
Couple things
That I glean
It ain't about the sheen
Got me bending on my knee
Play humble to a T
Then I shoot breeze
The world got many things
Choose what you wanna be
Sailing down whiskey rivers
Do not bankrupt piety
I float past the sunset
Get lost within variety
The margaritas are blended
So too are the months
Sour mix, arrested wants
Things change and then they do not
The smoke drags on
Tire fires and hydrant water
My German Shepard wants a milk bone
Your German Shepard craves the still bone
Stillborn progress
The clothes are crafted with grater utility
And still
They weight down
Middle class life.
You got what you need.
What are you on about.
The gifts my magnetic strips
Shower me with
Fail to uplift me.
The gifts my magnetic strips
Give to uplift causes
Cause satisfaction
Then it dissolves
We all dissolve
I resolved to do better
Better as in different
Different as in change
The crux of evolution
Is the slow build of attainment
And the persistent will to sustain it
Have we lost will?
Are we out of fight?
You do not spill out the fisticuffs
Like you do petrol, or and some other fluid
You can never be out of fight
You might could eschew it
Awkward fellas
Your mama taught you better
Know to keep your head up
Only us propell us
I slow down in my error
Trynna reach for better
I know to eat my lettuce
Stomach greens
Couple things
That I glean
It ain't about the sheen
Got me bending on my knee
Play humble to a T
Then I shoot breeze
The world got many things
Choose what you wanna be
Tamper temper
With florescent lust
Grab the out of reach
Such as the mobile suspended
Over the infant
My crib seems distant
Our crib seems distant
Motherland and father time
Parental misgivings
Parental alienation
Which partner is the player
In our steady withdrawal
Draw up the papers
Then draw on the walls
The American dream
The global dream
Noted in scrawl
Pull up your drawers
Don't walk too tall
Why your hair like that
Nappy
Curled
Straight
Wavy
Tinted
Highlighted
Rainbow colored
Fuck these questions
Birth of oppression
Wear you as you please
Please do not wear out
The true America
The true world
Is what you are about
Barber shop blues
I can't give you room
Everybody own the moon
And live under the sun
17 year old with gun
The streets gonna run
Looking at my outfit
I don't wanna be out here
Camo cragos
The minute yall won't
Speak for tomorrow
Then it all go still
In my August chill
With America on fire
Thinking how I'm gonna write it
The mind on many mileage
Cool heads no stylist
I can't dream for balance
I can't think on malice
A few Bordeauxs and a nice clean chalice
Set chill to automatic
And search for true talent
My brother doing work
My sister writing book
I'm drooling over Tudors
And I'm into writing hooks
I mean hope that they don't
Look at me low
Everybody know
Where they wanna go
Tell what you mean?
Are we talking bout a dream?
Don't you fuck up all my cream
I need to get my things
My sister doing research
I care about a t-shirt
Treat the club like Easter
Hunt for eggs
Peep the legs
Keep away
Freedom's slave
Freedom say
Have your way
Piss on it
Live on it
In on it
Been on it
Been wasting
Been facing the wrong line
This nation for all my
People
When we equal
Seem far off
I hope that we all got
A Fair shot
But news report dead shot
The new news is head shots
And old south hadn't bled out
Wounds are still fresh
Uno moment (to)
The gravel still nestle
What the land won't protect so
Time in and time out
I know that we want out
But no one in our house
Have the courage to talk out
The lips do their thing
And the tounge in the ring
We want what you sing
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