S1, ep 3- Not The Reflections We Wanted

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S1, ep 3- Not The Reflections We Wanted

Tell me what you seeing 
When you looking at him
Got a lot of places to be in
And I came on a whim
2 00 (double 0) 4 on crutches 
Nose goes don't touch this 
I utter 
My peace 
Then proceed for relief
The days are getting old
And my mind can't get a hold
Of what I need to grow
Redlands by the pool
Scheming on tennis shoe
Extra curricular To get a head
That racket by my bed
Dismantle all these threads
But we bounce back dribble on court 
The sophomore 
Slump
Prepare you for all the bumps 
Don't get distracted by the lore
Tall stories
Not your glory
Walkin' through the hallways
Trynna blend in like always
But the four stripe adidas
On my t shirt
Don't help me keep up
The clothes is bootleg
But the love is real
I hold on to what you say
But it don't help me deal
Tap my heel two time
One for the mind 
The other for appeal
If I bow on salat
Would banish all my odds
I can't go up on the line
If the language not defined 
The weather may be dreary 
But I'm taught to talk clearly 
You probably see my skin like mud
Soaked in suds
Told you I can't scrub
DNA off WHAT you want me to be
What you want us to be
I can be more
But I can't be anything else
Hope that line helps 
Assistance 
Decisions 
Passed down before we entered livin
Most of us are given choices
Dictated by voices 
That never would appoint us
To any position 
So we play different parts 
Trying to perfect the arch 
Rely on the pivot
Off balance lanes 
And teeter totter days
Occupy the brain
The ripples in the lake
Mimic our fate
Connections
We rather disconnect from
USB 
C
Connectors and universal chargers
In a universe we're trying to be a part of
Off us
With a universe of charges
Better equipped to out us
Talk about equipment 
I know I gotta mention 
Tools
We use
To keep the soul loose 
A couple of good tunes
Flat screen teles 
And friends around my belly
Keep it peanut butter smooth in a world that get jelly 
That's for the the suckers
Grab the smuckers
Out the fridge 
And pair it with some gushers
Can I live
Mind escape that's five on it
Wrap five in it
Get a rap sheet five come with it
And bars not the only limits 
So we stayed on course 
Paid no mind to noise
Put the mind in books
A route that took
My brother through college 
A life we always wanted
The hauntings
Of red lights traffic stop spook
It took 
Cooperation and concerted effort
To make the world better 
Its gonna take a concert of voices droppings from heaven
And true understanding 
To begin to measure 
The real worth of life
Past rulings only decide
A choice from one side
We inherit traits 
We inherit fate
We inherit oppression 
Consistently left in 
The back
Where they do that
On the soil where I stand
Rub oils on hands 
Protect the features 
That picture me as a creature 
What I look like
What this...

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 3 EMPTIED MY HEART & ORANGE JAZZ ARE FROM SFRBEATS.COM

FOLLOW US ON TWITTER @NIGHTWORLDPOD

Email us-

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NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST is written  & performed by Arvid, 8TATE HYE, & Zaf. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Please leave reviews, subscribe and share this podcast.

S1, ep 3- Not The Reflections We Wanted

Tell me what you seeing 
When you looking at him
Got a lot of places to be in
And I came on a whim
2 00 (double 0) 4 on crutches 
Nose goes don't touch this 
I utter 
My peace 
Then proceed for relief
The days are getting old
And my mind can't get a hold
Of what I need to grow
Redlands by the pool
Scheming on tennis shoe
Extra curricular To get a head
That racket by my bed
Dismantle all these threads
But we bounce back dribble on court 
The sophomore 
Slump
Prepare you for all the bumps 
Don't get distracted by the lore
Tall stories
Not your glory
Walkin' through the hallways
Trynna blend in like always
But the four stripe adidas
On my t shirt
Don't help me keep up
The clothes is bootleg
But the love is real
I hold on to what you say
But it don't help me deal
Tap my heel two time
One for the mind 
The other for appeal
If I bow on salat
Would banish all my odds
I can't go up on the line
If the language not defined 
The weather may be dreary 
But I'm taught to talk clearly 
You probably see my skin like mud
Soaked in suds
Told you I can't scrub
DNA off WHAT you want me to be
What you want us to be
I can be more
But I can't be anything else
Hope that line helps 
Assistance 
Decisions 
Passed down before we entered livin
Most of us are given choices
Dictated by voices 
That never would appoint us
To any position 
So we play different parts 
Trying to perfect the arch 
Rely on the pivot
Off balance lanes 
And teeter totter days
Occupy the brain
The ripples in the lake
Mimic our fate
Connections
We rather disconnect from
USB 
C
Connectors and universal chargers
In a universe we're trying to be a part of
Off us
With a universe of charges
Better equipped to out us
Talk about equipment 
I know I gotta mention 
Tools
We use
To keep the soul loose 
A couple of good tunes
Flat screen teles 
And friends around my belly
Keep it peanut butter smooth in a world that get jelly 
That's for the the suckers
Grab the smuckers
Out the fridge 
And pair it with some gushers
Can I live
Mind escape that's five on it
Wrap five in it
Get a rap sheet five come with it
And bars not the only limits 
So we stayed on course 
Paid no mind to noise
Put the mind in books
A route that took
My brother through college 
A life we always wanted
The hauntings
Of red lights traffic stop spook
It took 
Cooperation and concerted effort
To make the world better 
Its gonna take a concert of voices droppings from heaven
And true understanding 
To begin to measure 
The real worth of life
Past rulings only decide
A choice from one side
We inherit traits 
We inherit fate
We inherit oppression 
Consistently left in 
The back
Where they do that
On the soil where I stand
Rub oils on hands 
Protect the features 
That picture me as a creature 
What I look like
What this like
The noose won't loosen 
And the knee don't lift
2020 something and the seas don't shift
 

How many stories 
Must we define
To live out on glory 
And cut out the line
AIN'T nothing to tell us
Ain't no one to be
The systems a failure 
You are what you need 
Change up the picture
Forget what they feed
If we going by image
I loose what I eat
Open the screen
Who be looking like me

Ain't nothing to tell us
If you shelf us
I won't stand it
Cultural bandits
That how god planned it
I think not
Yall think rot
I think lot
Higher and higher and higher we go
Ain't nothing to tell us ain't nothing to show
No Picture 
You pick us
Just look how you stick us
No pick up
The wicked 
Got blessed with no limits 
No thanks
No tanks
I adjust my aim
Target the pain 
I know what I ain't 
I know what I can 
Start with the hand
An grow out a plan 
An Hope we land
On Cleaner sands
Or clearer lens
We'll hold our own no pretend
I begin
To realise 
The color of fence on this side
A reflection of being in real life

Ain't nothing to tell us
Ain't nothing to see
Build us a home 
Make all that we need
Love how you live
All I could give
Clothes on my own
And thoughts from my head 

I lived with fear for so long
Add to that self doubt 
Wow
I'm fully immersed in both
That's not the way to float
Through life. I know
I left my self still
In a world that continues to spin
To no end
Constantly told what I wasn't.
Won't, will not & can't These crutches 
Do nothing 
To Support movement 
Sounds, voices, the click clack of necessity 
What I want, and the life that's not meant for me
Do you know what it feels like
To swim in the eyes of the ones who gave you life
And drown in their doubt
Then the mouth 
Begins its machine work
Dolling out
What you aren't 
And why they your creators 
Weren't 
Able to erect their own potential 
Ahh that's more than a handful 
To bear on the mantel
On a young one 
Trynna realize existence

Polaroids
Capture all the noise 
I wasn't the one I am your boy
Eyes on me
This life all me
This life all mine
How you define 
The parts I play
Control my day
With what you say
I am what I am
Yall understand ?
Not
Got
No time to explain 
Yall live my pain?
Yall in my brain?
Yall bear my stains?
Yall fill my frame?

Ain't nothing to tell me
Y'all don't help me 
Y'all so empty 
Please don't end me
Get no entry 
Into this mind
That I designed 
I took the time
To draw the lines
To put up design 
To find refine
And find devine
In self
My wealth
My well
My L's
My self 
I get 
I give
Time to live
Time to know
All I am 
All want

I want so many things
I want to be so many things 
I want to be so many beings
Elements of this that
The brick a brack
That fill my cap
Elements of life I gather from magazine stacks
I wanted to be so many different things
During different times
Of my design
One image against another forcing me to compete
On what I think, thought, still think
Will make me complete 
Then delete 
These ideas of self will no longer suffice 
On to a new life