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S1, EP 2 [VERSION 2]-The Children's Descent Into Ascension
NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST
English - June 15, 2020 04:51 - 6 minutes - 5.56 MBPerforming Arts Arts Society & Culture Relationships #music #friday #exploration #void #becoming #culture #being #self #existence #art Homepage Download Google Podcasts Overcast Castro Pocket Casts RSS feed
SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL WILL RUN FROM JUNE UNTIL THE END OF OCTOBER.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. THE MUSIC FEATURED IN EPISODE 2 -DARKNESS & WILD WOLF ARE FROM SFRBEATS.COM
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The Children's Descent Into Ascension:
Two boys round the bus stop
Tell you where the fun stop
At reflections on the metal
That's where you see the devil
Details flesh out our levels
Starter sweaters
And bootleg jewels
I wanted better
And you did too
Wallets don't lie
Throw us some money
Or give us your time
Constantly running
Never taste pie
5 am wake ups
For 6 am pick ups
For 8 am starters
American dream martyrs
Degrees that will laud us
Or lord us
The lore of
The afternoon
School
Cross to reach houses on the mounds
White kids get to lounge
What you boasting get me down
Rustle of the leaves
We don't know those sounds
Our type of thing
Roaches on the ground
Green altimas
And weekly ultimatums
Talks with lord
Receive some patience
Ask for more
And keep on waiting
That's the life that play out daily
Pappa buy groceries
Mamma bear fruit
I'mma need more money
That will not do
Send us on field trips
Then we all cool
Jays my boy got Jays
Jays my boys got Jays
I know I HEAR WHAT YOU SAY
That's how the convo played
A.I. Questions
Can I get an answer
Talk bout lessons
Then you throw your hands up
Circle of life pappa mufasa
Told us move further
Say he got love but treatment is murder
Overprotective
Tell you what the threat is
The wife the kids
Blame it on them
Then live pretend
Struggle for ends
Treat the boys like friends
Then blur the lens
Foggy specs bound by scotch tape
Get identity through cosplay
Wu wear
Who cares
Lugz
No love
It's a free world wear what you want
But threads
Cost bread
Don't I know
Save or spend
I wanna do both
That seem like OTHER color dreams
Family life like DEVIL on my wings
I've been on my knees
Hopin'
Wishin'
Prayin'
Sayin"
I'm a do better and I'm a na make it
Pop always fed up and maa cannot take it
You call us some bastards we live by those Statements
Statements
Words
Hurt
Herd
Mentality
For the family
Pose for pictures
Smiles don't lift us
School panoramas
And weekly planners
We all throw our hands ups
Yell at us teach manners
Arrange secret Santas
Force the kids to play pretend
Tug and pull and stress the rents'
Barely make the rent
But kids need friends
Give in
Given in
Thanks for giving
Play the culture save religion
Thanksgiving and football
Is that what you want
Play play
Play play
Pay to play
But play don't pay
It take time to take time
And cab time don't make wine
Word of the day
A
Assimilation
Work hard be patient
Then come the day when
It all come together that's over me
Over peas
And boxed potatoes
Gravy in the ladle
Talk about why we can't stay close
We see other kids
Where they live
That school not even in our zip code**
I want you to tell me what we doing round here
If you do not help me then you don't get ear
Finger wagging ain't doing too much
If you really want help me then pull out the love
Eyes they are rolling those smiles disguise
You know what they holdin' they give you no life
When you realize it
It feel like surprises
You rather close eye lids
We grew up in violence
Hands on untouchables
You just hope they don't
Reach it
Only defense
Is to play pretend
But when
Escape do not defend
You come out more weakened
The weekend
In the toilet
Lock the bathroom block out noises
Got about your choices
Like you picking up some roses
Grow up find the voices
That make you fell annointed
No lectures
Just help from
Those who endeavor
To try an make us better
Confused in the way
God called the play
Anyone but me
Find the way with ease
Hard keep it whole
Its easier to go
Blind folded
In the ocean
Unaware of what's floating
Around
Don't stop now
But these silent pauses
Feel like permanent closets
I can't tell you how often
All this empty talkin
Fill the head up with caution
Hexagonal reds
Slow the movement of my steps
Got depressed
Tried to eat myself to death
Ketoacidosis
Had to get low to get me open
3 days floatin
In a hospital bed
Corrupt the thoughts in my head
There's so much I didn't get to
Pouring out over instrumentals
What's the aesthetic of my music
Young wild rooted
Young brown youth in
A room with
Varying hues
When the day let loose
And the paint start to droop
The layers that covered you
And The prayers that kept you true
No longer do
Do you change roots
I asked you to Raise our roof
Instead of raising your voice
Caught with a ear full Of blaze blaze blaze
Give room to the things that I say
I can't
Play offense
If you often
Off in
The clouds playing pretend
I can't defend
Your reasons
To continue living weakened
We in
A bind
Split in design
I gave you your time
I gotta get mine
I gotta get us
We gotta get up
I know you fell
But we can't fail
Or play pretend
Or be in
Confusion
On what we are doing