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Sentenced to death
Since the first breath
Being drawn into the contest
I was taught
To do all my best
To get the sunniest burial place.
Straying lonely in the woods 
Of my mind
I am cursed to chase myself
Untill I die

I swear you're gonna be proud of me
Come and see the best show 
You've ever seen
Tonight, golden gate
Im gonna win
The last stage 
Of my deadly rivalry

Faster, higher, stronger 
Prove your worth
Listless, broken, lifeless
When love is a curse

Flesh and blood
As a reset switch
For your life
Chances you've missed
Blind and deaf
To all my pleas
The way you love
Only meets your needs

Too young to die 
Too smart to survive
I eat myself alive

The road to pride 
Scattered with my dreams
Destined  to fly
I was doomed to limp

Faster, higher, stronger 
Prove your worth
Listless, broken, lifeless
When love is a curse

Straying lonely in the woods 
Of my mind
I am cursed to chase myself
Untill I die

I swear you're gonna be proud of me
Come and see the best show 
You've ever seen
Tonight, golden gate
Im gonna win
The last stage 
Of my deadly rivalry

I swear you're gonna be proud of me
Come and see the best show 

Burning out
Not to fade away
Just  respect
The only choice I made
There's no hate
In this note I swear
Its the part of me
I could never share

I could never share

Peace & love this is love peace & afrobeats
Pepper them ginger them
My wife 3 of them
Look tell freaky freaky send her accounts
Them all know i already macoroni dem
Crown me the boss the don
King of afrobeats & hip hop culture
Unavailable if ain't bout dollars
Unavailable gotta airplane mode ya
Bi coastal tri coastal they know me we don't you (Aye)
Ijgb you local (Aye)
Passport stamps this global
Champion sounds on vocals Ke Ke te keke
Every time i rhyme they know it's me
Every time i shine they can't see me like tony
Im unavailable im available you was tryna play me til you heard me through the stereo
Thought it was a vibe but you dead it like a burial
Now you on my line selling me your new material
But i don't fuck with polyester i only invest in self driven no telsa
If my back against the ropes she a pro wrestler and you not giving signs what a protester
Since drinking juice and rolling dice you should know the price
Only bag she get from me is a overnight a oversight for her to think her spot is a golden light
You only at my spot so you not left alone at night
You caught my eye but now you out a nigga sight
If you need a service provider go get a satellite
You a eater but your friend got appetite if i'm unavailable i'm probably got gut invite

Being alive's
Entrepreneurship
Look at my life
Like
I own this ship
Daily align
Where my focus is
Needed a lane so I pave and whip
Mind on my purpose
I'm rollin in
Whatever I need
For the coldest win
Walked out the bayou
Like Soulja Slim
Still haven't witnessed
My second wind
Rap circles round y'all
Till you start to spin
They starting to listen
They noticing
Just work on your art
Gotta look within
Songs for the soul
These are services
Composing consumption
Like catering
Open my heart
Let the mic see in
Unlock my mind
Let my thoughts pin
Maneuver the beat
Like how dolphins swim
Doubting myself
Is my only sin
When I'm gone
Sing my hooks
As your favorite hymns
Speak on my name
Like I'm sitting there
Give all the love to ones I cherish
Make care clear with no trips to Paris
Sail with the waves
Every wheel gon Ferris
Right now shopping on isles with clearance
All black owned next time there here us
Reminisce on the past from a tropic terris
With a record they hate like
Golden State
Every scene in my film on the Golden Gate
Pharaoh on the mic
I'm a golden great

God
Let's make this clear
This a note to self
Wait on a source outside
Leave you dusting on the shelf
God
Is made by walking Astroid belts
Is the condition is which you manage health
God
Is your level of disciple when the pain is felt
Is how you react to your people needing help
God
Is the way in which you measure wealth
Is not that pale face cracka hanging on that wall
God
Sister giving game from that crystal ball
Brother feeding his house and standing tall
God
Is the black household with Father and Mother present
Masculine and Feminine giving each other reverence
God
Self reflection
Battle testing
Malcolm
Khalid
Those Ancestors
God
Who used Nature as a weapon
All my lessons
New perspective

Out of the sewer
Out of the mud
Covered in blood
Seeking no love
All the above
Seeking knowledge 
At college
Thinking universities 
Can help you gain
Understanding
Of universal atrocities 
I'm in your city bitch 
I aint checking in
I feed the chickens 
Abstract
Square in Square
Anywhere 
No worries I don't care
I don't bare 
The beast of burden mentality 
Live in reality 
Everything you see
Aint real 
Housewives on the TV
Orange County
Or Fulton
Who the fuck are you fooling
Little boys be drooling
Over above average 
Cabbage patch
Your head sticking out
What is life really about
Debt slave to the enclave
JP Morgan chase
The cash 
Fiat money
Maserati Bugatti 
Andrew Tate and Tristan 
AT&T
The service is down
All around town
Inflation is up
Corn Puff
Or Corn Pop
Whichever
Fertility drugs
Making you more sterile 
Too dark for Israel 
True seed of Jacob 
Rather Yukub playing it cool
Dive deep into my gene pool
Tribe of Zebulon
Trapped in Babylon
Am I really speaking or babbling 
Am i really at peace or battling
A legion of demons 
Sent from the left hand of Satan
Carbon Dating 
350 thousand years 
Do you believe your ears 
See with your eyes
Why they despise 
The rise of the wise
Anunnaki Kidnapping Enoch
Knock on the door 
Of the Master of the mystery school
Of Kemet
He Unveils the face of The Jezebel whore
Who's sonnets the world explores
And Implores for more
They get high off each chord
Delirious for every lyric she spits
Into their corrupted spirits
Food for thought
Surely we'll starve
Cannibals carve
The buttocks of the children 
It really thrills them
To eat the seed of Shem
And All of his Kin
That follows Him
The most high Divine 
I say get behind
To the Saturnians
Those that worship stars
Celestial and terrestrial 
This is the burial
Of the wicked
Which live in the Thicket 
Of the Hills
In the City of Fallen Angels
Different angle 
Of the anchor
That sinks you
Into the blood oath
Of the goat
As above so below
No Golden halo
Say hello
To the Trans
Coming out as Pan
Juwanna Man
What a plan
From the ancient land
Of the white man
Took over Jerusalem 
Same sand where Jesus hands
Drew the line For Mary Magdalene
No stone shall break my bones 
Kings of the world overthrown from theirs thrones
Justice for the meek look like poems
I seek for the truth
I speak to the youth 
I see there's no use
Invisible noose
They are the muse
That is abused
By those amused 
By strangling the goose
Who lay golden eggs
Over sold violence and sex
Are the best 
Say it with your chest
Yall better learn chess
Predict the next move
Get up out this mess
Baby close your legs
Need a little less
Teens with the stretch
Belly getting big
Baby with a baby bless
But that puts you under stress
Cougars try to molest
Same as the pervs on the curbs
Try to undress little girls
Wicked world Spins and spins
Around the Sun
Until God is Done
With Satan's Fun

They suppose they'd be sitting on a white cloud
Or a church service that never lets out
Let me assure you of this right now.

Where we're headed, life will continue on
In sheer perfection or a new alone
The kind you can't imagine in your worst dreams
There's still the chance where you can make it right
Don't be a slave to your foolish pride
You have to ask the Son, "set me free"

There's golden streets, many a crystal beach
Non-stop joy, with laughter, amazing eats
Things He has for us that we've never dreamed

Where we're headed, life will continue on
In sheer perfection or a new alone
The kind you can't imagine in your worst dreams
There's still the chance where you can make it right
Don't be a slave to your foolish pride
You have to ask the Son, "set me free"

Don't get the wrong impression
Heaven's not the default destination
The entry had a cost but for you it's free

Prebook your entry ticket now
Heaven's gates don't have a workaround
Ticket's aren't available at the door

Where we're headed, life will continue on
In sheer perfection or a new alone
The kind you can't imagine in your worst dreams
There's still the chance where you can make it right
Don't be a slave to your foolish pride
You have to ask the Son, "set me free"

Take the out while you still have the chance
There's no hope ahead without His plan
You have to ask the Son, "set me free"

Bury me in California I was born on the west that LA traffic with SD living 
Everybody's taking nobody's given only thing free is the ocean swimming 
Broken pockets with expensive taste silicone titties 
With a plastic face Barbie doll hair and a small ass waist 
Not my city  Hollywood that's the case I'm SD money we chase pay for the sunlight 
1500 for a small apartment got homies with no homes pillows is a glove compartment 
Shit is crazy now I'm raising babies dont fuck with my progress because Ill put you on my dog list 
Its California lifestyle regardless so don't start shit low riders 
When we park it good trees when we spark it
Good life for the harvest sometimes life on the west can be the hardest 
Money moves be the smartest yeah that
San diego be the ruffest 619 but i love it 619 but i love it

Come on vacation
Leave on probation
Come back on a violation its Californiacation
Out here it's banging 
Everybody's claiming
It's dablin souls since inexplicable discombobulation

I love to live here raise my kids here probably going to die for the things I did hear 
All up in you like swim wear in the summer so many bums where im from it's a bummer 
The conditions we live under the refugee State the Golden gates are locked 
There's no way to escape were all trapped in a box 
With holes poked in the top of the ozone breathe 
Its nice to visit but once its home you can never leave 
Might as well put your soul on ice somewhere out in blythe 
Or be on parole your whole adult life Hotel California pays the sunshine tax 
Can't make it in the game with dubs and dime sacks 
Gotta hustle and work stay alert or get merked around every palm tree trouble lerks
Feeling bezerk in the calm breeze wearing an iron shirt 
Beneath the blue sky fly as a bird 
California boy in a Texas Burial 
On 33rd and imperial its all cerebral and venereal 
We dont need another hero on death row
We're about to make our own country on the west coast

Come on vacation
Leave on probation
Come back on a violation its Californiacation
Out here it's banging 
Everybody's claiming
It's dablin souls since inexplicable discombobulation

Suddenly
Your people are without you here
You have traveled on
Your Elysian Field trip
To Isle of the blessed
That's your meal tick
With superhuman gold
On the trees to pick
You can grant entrance
With your arm stretched out
To a field
Where a smile can turn a life a round
I gaze into a spacious
Blazing star
And touch bases
On the plane
For the sacred hearts
You earned your place
there is only part of us
That wish we could come up
And Face the sun
Running up the hill
To make a deal with fate
So I could be up in the field
With the golden gates
You made it to the village
That only children see
Or trippers that
Stumbled on epiphany
It could be
That you stayed away too long
Now you made it to the calm
After the storm
Where no rain falls
Yet the gardens soar
And I'd much
Rather be over
Where you are
Waterfalls glow
Like margarine
A voice
Sings along with
Your harmonies
Far away from time
And futility
Hero's belt gold
No utility
Who really knows
when their return is made?

I do my best to walk line
Try to keep this heart of mine
Focused on the good things in life
But even when the sun don't shine
I know that I'll be alright
As long as I can see the light
Now and then I get caught up in a struggle
Feeling like I can't break free
When I need to break the cycle I just open up my bible
Let the spirit pour over me
Cuz Jesus drank wine
There ain't no doubt about it
You talk about a grand design
So don't you ever worry
If you're feeling down and dirty
I'll tell you bout a plan divine
Kentucky made bourbon
For just this kind of sermon
It's a message from the shelf on the top
A couple glasses a day
Will keep your worries away
It's easy living life on the rocks
Yeah it'll all be okay
You pour the drinks and I'll pray
And we'll be
Sipping on Sunday
Sipping on Sunday
I don't see the purpose of
Holding on to burdens cuz
God gave us a great release
So I live my life in service of
The one who gave is His life for us
The golden gates aint guaranteed
I don't pretend that there ain't no consequences
I know what He intended for me
So pour yourself a blessing there's no need to get to stressing
Let the whiskey come and set you free
Cuz Jesus drank wine
There ain't no doubt about it
You talk about a grand design
So don't you ever worry
If you're feeling down and dirty
I'll tell you bout a plan divine
Kentucky made bourbon
For just kind of sermon
It's a message from the shelf on the top
A couple glasses a day
Will keep your worries away
It's easy living life on the rocks
Yeah it'll all be okay
You pour the drinks and I'll pray
We'll be
Sipping on Sunday
Sipping on Sunday

Jack and Jill they were up on that hill
But they never came down together
It's a lie that they told
And they sell it to your soul
So you keep your bucket full forever
Jill took her bucket, travelled up the hill
But she forgot what they taught her
Man came down with a golden crown
And he poured out all her water
Spoke of a sinning angel with a heavy price to pay
And the bonds of motherhood they are enough to block your way
Jack settled down in a holy town
As the gates grew six feet taller
Out came the sound of a weeping clown
As his mother tripped on the borders
Lost out on turf for a life that's bred to breed
Swinging on the ropes of a long accepted greed
Jack and Jill they were up on that hill
But they never came down together
It's a lie that they told
And they sell it to your soul
So you keep your bucket full forever
Holy ghost spoke on the hill
To a crowd of sixteen soldiers
Man reached out with a thorny crown
Just following the orders
Twisted and lost down a long well-trodden track
Building blocks are falling but there's no turning back
Let's go down to the burial ground
Dance on these graves with thunder
Stolen from the town by the holy impound
Now they're buried six feet under
Judgement has passed on a life now turned to dust
Shielded from a light that's been lost in all of us
Jack and Jill they were up on that hill
But they never came down together
It's a lie that they told
And they sell it to your soul
So you keep your bucket full forever
So you took a mother's babe
Wrapped it, veiled in face
Kept the mother kicking in the gutter forever
But the lamb was slain
When you took away the name
Now she's staring at the stars, limbs severed
Jack and Jill they were up on that hill
But they never came down together
It's a lie that they told
And they sell it to your soul
So you keep your bucket full forever
Jack and Jill they were up on that hill
But they never came down together
It's a lie that they told,
And they sell it to your soul
So you keep your bucket full forever
Oh you took a mother's babe
Wrapped it, veiled in face
Kept the mother kicking in the gutter forever
But the lamb was slain
When you took away the name
Now she's staring at the stars, limbs severed
Jack and Jill they were up on that hill
But they never came down together
It's a lie that they told,
And they sell it to your soul
So you keep your bucket full forever

Oh, Algo

He's the product of a mind dedicated to design
A helping hand, a divine
Thread of service that would guide us
Through the curves and warping winding trails of deep distraction
As we hurry through and scurry through
A zillion pics of that fickle, slick, addictive mix and clutter that we've found
Like a rising sun a line of appetizing crumbs all scattered on the ground
For our interaction
A simple click, a simple fix to ease the tension, end the friction
Of all the bends and dud dead ends we've chased and faced walls
In all directions
Yeah, it's what we've needed all along; please us and we'll follow on
Lead us through that golden gate where we can be in a state
Of satisfaction
And who is this mister mastermind
Who plays this trick upon us every time?

Mortified at what's immortalized if he is high
Then how the fuck do we look through immortal eyes
I've bled to much pain I've been traumatized
I've seen so much Pain I've got trauma eyes
Structured Caucasian blacklisted roots missing formation
The misinformation has you miss information
I salt through the grit on the land we're grazing
My papers are made to sand down the abrasion
Have you heard the predictions from the mystical Dr. creep
I don't do premonitions but twenty twenty three
The gates of hell will open for the year of the beast
And you can mark my words down but I've already seen
Different gods same devil
Spirits lost tame metal
Balls off plane level
Third rock space rebel
Ripple crop aim pebble
Penny drop brain settle
Many stop change pedal
Steer off
Axe all peril
Every genre has its chocolate factory
Make your choice and chase that golden ticket
Dream of a selection box only problem is
Willy Wonka's rigged it chipped it
We only feed the monster in our pursuit of a perfect image
The eyes of all beholders deceive their conscious instinct
Thought police arrest old beliefs these ancient plans pre synced
We can change our destiny if we start believing
Take the cuffs off man
It's time to stop your spirit bleeding
Lost the magic of our ancestors to the modern adage
Irreparable damage to the tree we savaged
We stay above board with our phones and our habits
But the circle of life is still below average
Meditate through your temples your body is a palace
And you've been made to forget your own right of passage
Mass is just the vessel more of a package
We can traverse another level but we're astrally challenged
Organized chaos beautiful neurotic
The minds a doorway that transcends the atomic
Confuse logic so far out there think cosmic
No topic an unstoppable rocket We pay homage to stained pockets late prophets who made comics
That claimed bollocks changed honest drained knowledge
Closed lids snake tonic
Pains wrench clicks open sockets
Every genre has its chocolate factory
Make your choice and chase that golden ticket
Dream of a selection box only problem is
Willy Wonka's rigged it chipped it
We only feed the monster in our pursuit of a perfect image
The eyes of all beholders deceive their conscious instinct
Thought police arrest old beliefs these ancient plans pre synced
We can change our destiny if we start believing
Take the cuffs off man
It's time to stop your spirit bleeding
Eclipsed in your living rooms ignore the shadow of nibiru
A lunatic reflection of a mirror moon
Universal union is hindered by the gorilla tune
Chimps off the block evolution sings for river food
We're fish out of water stuck in the net
At the end of a line weighted for death
Swallowing bait the cast is a threat
But we still get hooked on whatever gets said
Let me put you in the path a line to your spirit hymn
We're losing all trace tracking false lineage
Secrets of the synergies de-synchronized abilities
Simulated service severed our assembly
Only Spiritual ascension will stop souls descending
Mother Gaia's just the doorway there's hallways an exit
Ramp up the effort and escape your bed sits
Keep a conscious awareness for an unconscious ending

Golden Gravel Road

Adam Fears

Golden Gravel Road

2013

Funeral service sittin' in the pew
I was fightin' tears listening to
The preacher talk about where Granddaddy'd gone

It sounded like a pretty nice place
Where angels sing 'Amazing Grace'
And everyone gets a mansion to call home

And I know that's where he went
And I'm sure he'll fit right in

If there's a cattle guard at the pearly gates
And the air smells like fresh cut hay
And Grandma's chicken frying on the stove
He won't take a mansion if he get's to choose
He'll ask the Lord for a front porch view
From that old farm house that he never sold
Just put it off the beaten path
And set it way back down a golden gravel road

We buried him in his cowboy boots
Just the way he asked us to
So he could meet the Lord the way he was

And I'll bet as soon as he walked in
He found a fence he could mend

Past that a cattle guard at the pearly gates
Where the air smells like fresh cut hay
And Grandma's chicken frying on the stove
He won't take a mansion if he get's to choose
He'll ask the Lord for a front porch view
From that old farm house that he never sold
Just put it off the beaten path
And set it way back down a golden gravel road

And I think everyone sees heaven a little bit differently
And as for me

I see a cattle guard at the pearly gates
And Granddaddy bailing some fresh cut hay
And Grandma's chicken frying on the stove
I won't take a mansion if he let's me choose
I'll ask the Lord for a front porch view
From that old farmhouse Granddaddy never sold
Just put it off the beaten path
Set it way back down a golden gravel road
Down a golden gravel road

No surprises, the Rapture's a no-show
Undeniably tragic, there's no hope
The Mojave is savage, it's no home
Until I came to manage the whole show
Took the glitz and the glamor and showboats
Built a bastion for man for my 'folio
And officially branded it RobCo
With just a pair of dice I
Came and tamed these earthly wastes
I built a paradise
You might as well desert your faith
Long ago when we aimed armageddon
At those pearly gates
I used that molten gold to
Rebuild heaven at The Thirty-Eight

You can hit them, you can fold them
Stack the deck and weigh the dice
All that glitters isn't golden
Cash that cheque you'll pay the price
Might be safer in the desert
Only dust to judge your sins
But those who wager aren't so clever
'Cus in heaven well, the House always wins
(Place your bets but the House always wins)
House always wins
(Place your bets but the House always wins)
House always wins
(Place your bets but the House always wins)
House always wins (Place your bets but the-)
(Place your bets but the-, Always wins)
(Always wins, House always wins)

they came from concrete circles 
subdivided on the plains 
they came from grids and girders 
commuters rushing through the rain 
they grew up on the honeyed streets 
BMX skidding in the dirt 
smoking under bleachers 
left to stumble and to flirt 

they found solace in the stereo 
the reliquary of sound 
liner notes like scripture 
hymns from the underground 
anarchic and insatiable 
as time echoed down the lane 
the new life open and waiting 
in what territory remained 
me I was one of those lost in in-between space 
straddling the centuries, trying to keep pace 
- 
illusions painfully shattered 
they were still children full grown 
fledgling birds learning to fly 
lighting out on their own 
searching ever for balance 
anxious and so unsatisfied 
sleeping in the red rock canyons 
on transcontinental drives 

the desecration of the mountain west 
offended their very souls 
the clearcut wasteland stretching ever on 
the animal damage control 
somewhere in the Olympic range 
a campfire by a roaring stream 
a woman sat down to tell them stories 
of all the things she'd seen 

how there were others out there 
in valley and watershed 
the savage and the tender 
looking into the distance ahead 

northwest harbor by desolate docks 
tattoo parlors and old haunts 
I met them all with dawn coming on 
we covered the waterfront 
the threadbare and the chosen 
green fire in the eye 
with aching hearts heavy as stone 
we ranged under the starlit sky 

shouting at the faceless walls 
negotiating terms 
injunctions filed, emotions riled 
their passions brightly burned 
buried up to the neck in roads 
living hundreds of feet in the air 
they drove at night in old pickup trucks 
anything to interfere 

they healed their wounded bodies 
found what refuges they could 
in the mossy dreams of ancient trees 
and thousand year old woods 
 
they grew accustomed to the conflict 
the cycles of rage and loss 
they wavered and tore at each other 
paid a terrible cost 
some protections were offered 
due to their demands 
and they are legends every one 
these protectors of the land 

one November it came to a head 
tear gas and percussion grenades 
a Troy of their very own 
they shook the citadel gates 
there were more of them than they ever knew 
with courage to match desire 
she shaved her head and serenely smiled 
walked out into the crossfire 

they suffered and they sacrificed 
eyes stinging when the law came down 
their hearts were ever golden 
deep green with a foggy crown 

now it's grainy film lost in terabytes 
archipelagos of floating junk 
robber barons who want to live on Mars 
progress gone giddy & punch drunk 
somewhere out where borders blur 
colors bleed on sand and stone 
I want to tell these ones I love them all 
as I drive the desert alone 

it all happened in slow motion 
when we still were memorizing roads 
pulled over at a service station 
losing quarters in a broken pay phone 
crumpled maps in the glove box 
a motel pool full of tumbleweeds 
I'm searching for Hayduke and Bonnie 
I'm searching for Seldom Seen 
- 
in the Chiricahua Range 
the jaguars return again 
they stare out across the desert 
into the distance ahead 
the distance ahead"

Touching down at SFO I feel the turbulence
Of a city churning swiftly like the wind that wildly whips
Down the shoreline of the shining sea that stretches out of sight
That Balboa breathlessly beheld in dazzling delight
Hilly heights and valleys turned from wilderness to trails
And the advent of the auto turned those trails to thoroughfares through which
Tourists toting tripods take the trolley to the top
While wispy whiffs of warming weed are wafting where I walk
The sound of shoes that slap against the slightly sticky bricks
Meld with mellow melodies of jazz musicians on the block
Beams of morning sunshine gleaming off the Golden Gate
Echo rippling red reflections underneath the interstate
The sunset bathes the boulevards in liquid saffron light
Glinting brightly like the metal that brought miners to this site
This site that shook with fear and trembling in 1906
Turning miles of thriving districts into piles of timber sticks
Which then served as kindling wood to stoke an all-consuming blaze
And its fiery tongues licked livelihoods away for three whole days
The epicenter altered SF's center to an altar
As sirens sang in unison like chorus from the psalter
The mortal orange aura overswept the city's arteries
And prompted generosity from London and the Carnegies
Forest fires foster firs despite their blackened branches
Just as San Francisco rose up like a phoenix from the ashes
I stride down Sacramento Street to try and catch the MUNI
Thinking I can triumph in this land of opportunity
At least that's how the Chinese saw it in the 19th century
Leaving everything behind for just a chance at entry
Sailing like sardines with diet'ry deficiencies
No fish or meat on the high seas would spread disease efficiently
The fare was paid for ferries bearing barely enough barrels
Just stare down the unfairness of the terrible yellow peril
Take a spike, and drive it into wooden railroad ties
Go on strike, but then they'll stop up all your food supplies
And erase you from the picture to let racists take the credit
So that painting of the golden spike, you may as well just shred it
Anxieties of unemployment simmered in disquiet
'Til the bias boiled over in defiant racial riot
It started at a laundromat at Leavenworth and Geary
When a gang broke in and beat the Chinese owners quite severely
Belligerence turned dire when they lit the place on fire
As their prejudicial ire rallied thousands to the mire
The insurgents all emerged with scents of lingering detergents
As the surging crowd tried purging foreigners as a deterrence
Mobbing, robbing, lobbing their incendiary doses
And then sabotaging rescuers by cutting fire hoses
Segregated, spat upon, these immigrants were beaten down
Relegated to the city streets we now call Chinatown
Despite intrusions and the institution of exclusion
They endured the persecution with a fervent resolution
The green roof of the Dragon Gate now testifies the story
About how this people persevered pursuing greater glory
The Castro buildings blend and blur in boldly bright display
As I contemplate the changes from the '40s to this day
When the blue discharge averted gays from military service
While the closeted were nervous that the subject would resurface
They were subject to harassment on a dime in any quarter
Back when sexual minority meant mental health disorder
Like the time they ordered cops to drag some drag queens from a diner
And attempted to arrest them for their feminine attire
A lawman with a badge proceeds to badger and debase
'Til an exasperated patron splashes coffee in his face
The entire place erupts in deleterious hysteria
As salt and sugar shakers fly across the cafeteria
People pelting platters cause the window panes to shatter
And the cups to spill and clatter as the protesters get madder
And begin to fiercely brandish heels and purses in the fight
Before burning down a cop car and a newsstand in the night
The only news to understand was unforeseen aggression
Tell the press that we refuse to stand for this obscene oppression
Cafe sit-ins were the standard, even an obsession
Sev'ral years before the Stonewall Riots stood for self-expression
Courageously they faced all of the hatred of the raids
And tenaciously prevailed over the fateful plague of AIDS
Today the pride flag waves on every corner in June heat
As waves of celebrators all parade down Market Street
Millions of stories ringing radical resilience
Civilians resisting all repression with their brilliance
From persevering migrants overcoming hateful violence
To LGBT vibrance shaking up the weary silence
And as I watch the sunset fade into a violet haze
I wonder if this city is a home to spend my days
Will I rise up and taste victory like heroes in our history
Or quietly in misery become an untold mystery
The magic of this valley is attractive to accept
Because we see how far we've come but we don't know how much is left
Do we dare to share these narratives of Amercian success
To value all the valiance of those that could progress
Or do these venerations just avoid the conversation
And ignore all the injustices in our generation
From the workers suffering today from labor exploitation
To the homeless veterans in dire need of restoration
Our fathers killed the prophets, now will we pocket the profits
Or come back to being honest and make good on what was promised
Whether toppled in the tremors or consumed by burning embers
Now the tales of hard-won splendor are to learn from and remember

It isn't his forgiveness that you need
Son you need to ask god
If your forgiven
But I've given him my lifestyle
Changed the way the I'm living
And talking to the sky
With this guy that doesn't listen
Son listen your missing the point
Faith is something horrid and great
Makes you believe in something
Not in your face
Base your existence on beliefs
To relieve your own fate
Waiting for angles, clouds and a large golden gate
First name and last
And if your on the list you may pass
How good have you been in the past?

You brought the light to my darkness
See the smile on my face, to be honest you started
Thank the most high for creating you what an artist
Made a promise to you that I'm never ever departing
I had parted the ocean just to find a path to you
Hall of fame for women so you know I had to do
Anything I could ever do to have the baddest boo
And that included you dropping that bastard man that you knew
Which happened
Just know I'm thankful for my actions
I stepped up to the plate with a higher batting average
I couldn't afford to pass it up, miss all my chances
With the girl who happened to be the baddest in all the land since
Wait... you're the one and only
You never had to compete with none of these hoes see
You've been at the top of my pedestal so please
Remember that our connection is just so deep

I was there for your grandma and jake
I'll never forget how much they meant to you, how it changed
You when they left this plane
Of existence and made
Their way to the heavens and entered those pearly gates
You've never been a bad person
I'll always continue to believe That you're worth it
I swear you should have everything, you deserve it
I could give all of it to you, because you have earned it
You did me a service
Showed me what it was like to truly be loved by a person
Though i am hurting
I refuse to go and close that curtain
Cause I don't believe my chapter with you's done yet so I'm working
On being your only option
I know that I want this
Out of everything in my life you're the only constant
You've taken a piece of me if I'm honest
Fuck being modest

I've had scars on my heart since February
Got over that November shit but I was never wary
That the thoughts of you inside my head would ever scare me
In fact you'll always be the only one to repair me
I been drinking about you
I been Thinking of round 2
Dreaming about a second chance or if I'll amount too
The man of your dreams, if not I'll be down too
I'm just an aimless soul looking for solace
Roaming round an empty land with an open
Heart wondering why in your eyes I wasn't golden
Why I was the one thing in life you couldn't focus
Why I was the one thing in life that you had ghosted
Why I was the one thing in life you stopped holding
I don't get it... what was the one thing he had that I didn't?

I don't wanna shop for no black slacks
I don't wanna shop for no dress shoes
I don't wanna shop for a black tie
I don't wanna shop for a black suit
I don't wanna hear a bunch of phone calls
I don't wanna hear a "I'm
Sorry for your loss"
I don't wanna see a bunch
Of people contactin' me
Actin' like they even cared at all
I don't wanna see a bunch of RIPs
Fillin' up another Facebook feed
I don't wanna another text from a fake
Friend saying that they're thinkin' of me
I don't want my name in no newspaper
I don't wanna meet another caretaker
I don't want another conversation with
Someone that's telling me
"God's plan is greater"
I don't want another 3 day event
I don't want no more sadness to pay din'
I don't want another body to identify
On the table that is stainless
I don't want another plot I have to pick
I don't want another hearse I have to rent
I don't want another verse
From the Bible that
The pastor keeps drillin' inside of my head
I don't want another visitation to attend
Waitin' for the service to begin
Knowin' half that audience is only
There to give a
Wreath and leave in a 3 day weekend
I don't wanna have to have another flower
Pinned to my chest for the moment
Knowin' that I have to place it
On the blanket of the
Casket as we take it to the grave to lower
I don't wanna be another pallbearer
I don't wanna see my father fall in tears
I don't wanna smell the fragrance
Of the flowers at
The funeral home as I bow and pray
I don't want another front row seat
I don't wanna hear another eulogy
I don't wanna listen to the
Pastor tell me stories
Of the person right in front of me
I don't wanna touch another cold hand
I don't wanna say that I don't understand
I don't wanna hear that that's
The shell of a
Person that I once loved on a casket stand
I don't wanna see a bunch of old pictures
Reminiscin' on the top ten missin'
Lookin' around through these watery eyes for
Attention to stop them from drippin'
I don't wanna have to
Listen to another sermon
I can't pay attention 'cause
My heart is hurtin'
Knowin' that I'll never ever see them again
And this pain that I have is eternal
I don't wanna hear another organ play
Another sad song like "Amazing Grace"
Or "Go Rest High On That
Mountain" while I'm shoutin'
Askin' why He couldn't let 'em stay
I don't wanna lock arms
With my older brother
Standin' over atop a corpse
I don't wanna say no more last words
As they close the casket door
I don't wanna feel the dead
Weight in my hands as
We pick up the body on the count of three
Knowin' that the person that I loved my
Entire life is lyin' next to me
I don't wanna load another loved one up
I don't want another purple flag in my truck
I don't want another funeral procession
Drivin' through the town
Messin' traffic up
I don't wanna make another right turn
Goin' through the cemetery gates
Only seein' just a handful of my family
Members show up at the wake
I don't wanna have to pull
Another casket from the
Back of the hearse as
I'm fightin' back cryin'
And carry it right to the burial sight
And then sit at the side
While everyone is silent
And watch as they drop the
Casket in the ground
Slowly now to six feet down
And look around as we all cry and
We all say our final goodbyes
I don't wanna watch 'em pour the dirt on
I don't wanna accept that
They're really gone
I don't wanna forget that they ever existed
Actin' like my life will continue on
I don't wanna see the time go fast
And watch the straw on their
Graves grow into grass
Slowly thinkin' less and less
About them while
They lay alone under a stone plaque
I just sayin' that I need some answers
Somethin' that can make some sense of this
Somethin' that can put my mind at ease
Somethin' that gives me a reason to live
Until then, I'm just out here a ghost
Steady, lookin' for my faith
Forever searchin' for my soul
But I feel like I'm walkin' in place

Champagne
Fake name
Number on a napkin
Check please
Room key
More Coke for the Captain
Lipstick on the filter
Sign out on the door
Seven hours 'til turndown services
On the second floor

Knock knock
Ten o'clock
Housekeeping with breakfast
Awe shock
Coffee hot
Airborne in the French press
Facedown on the bedspread
Color nearly half dead
Still recognizable as a
Regular guest
Missing wallet
Missing watch
Something in his tumbler probably stronger than the double scotch
Dizzy talk with
Busy cops
But no mention in the paperwork of the stash cost, the cash losses

No prints
Only hint
Blonde wig in the bathtub
APB on radio, state patrol on the back up
Nothing on the register
No plates on the rental car
Needle in the hay, girl like a shadow in the dark
But nine miles away
In the bathroom at a Texaco
Color contact lenses, freehand freckles, money in the pantyhose
Ten minutes from SFO
Cop at the counter with a photo of a brown-eyed girl in different clothes
Cash fare
Ride share
Taxi to the airport
Gate 5
On time
Baggage just a Jansport
Business class so rum and cola
Guiltless sleep 'til Mexico then
On the beach like any other rich resorter's doctor's orders

No talking business

Room service
Evening paper and a mai tai
English version
Color picture, two-inch headline
Jane Doe versus Kingpin
Drama at a local hotel
Suspect in the wind
Drug money missing as much as half a million
Likely inside job, just too much intel for civilians 
Bills in a backpack
Untrackable, all cash
Flight risk highly likely
Solo female on the lam

Back at the residence
Bedtime for the Kingpin kids
Mommy on the tuck-in shift
Lights out, now goodnight kisses
White lie for little princes
Daddy on a business trip
Then frantic phone calls to the lawyers, asset shelters, audit risks

No talking business

No call
No show
Nanny girl still MIA
Slow drawl
Plain clothes
But never ever out a day
Mommy at the changing station
Weak knees with the revelation
Teddy on the top shelf, stuffing out decapitation
Lens in its belly gone
Day and night always on
Disemboweled nanny cam
Now nanny with the upper hand
Unforced error
Silly Daddy such a fool
Barely there but still this fumbling with the household golden rule

No talking business
No talking business
In the baby's room

No talking business
No talking business
In the baby's room

one block east of Ellis Creek on Highway 90c
in the graveyard of the old Imperial Farm the bones of convict laborers lay
up until these bones were found their story went unheard 
for the sons of bitches that buried them away
didn't want you to know a word

the slaves were freed in '62, while the Civil War raged
in ‘65 the confederates lost the war and the wealth that slavery made
abolition was signed and sealed but held one fateful flaw
no man shall be a slave it said
unless he broke the law

now you can park your truck by the railroad track
look left or right but never back
plant survey stakes right where you stand 
but you can't silence the ghosts of Sugarland

Imperial Sugar was built and thrived on the juice of the sugarcane
in the town of Sugarland Texas on the backs of tortured slaves
on the bare heels of the Civil War its fortunes had run dry
no free labor in the fields or the mill
meant Imperial Sugar might die

now you can build your house with finest wood
plant colorful gardens and water them good
make your feather beds and your master plans
but you can't silence the ghosts of Sugar Land

the white elite who'd lost the South were put right back in power
to see as equal those they'd once owned was a bitter pill 
and sour
and to share their streets and sidewalks caused a shame deep in their souls
the black codes and the convict lease
killed two birds with one stone

now you can fill your kitchens with stainless steel
buff up the past on the grinding wheel
raise your cocktail glass and wash your hands
but you can't silence the ghosts of Sugar Land

the black codes turned living while black into a felony
they'd pick a man up for vagrancy for just walking down the street
for a petty offense the fines too high to pay the court its fee
so they could send em to the prison farm 
and lease ‘em to the company

you can pour your coffee in a fancy cup
add in the sugar and stir it up
hold your sweet daydreams in both your hands
but you can't silence the ghosts of Sugarland

Imperial Sugar worked those men till their bodies were bent and torn
“The Hellhole on the Brazos” is how Imperial  farm was known
just a lucky few survived their time, many more were left for dead
the ink on the company's books was black 
but the blood on its hands was red

now you can pay lip service to the golden rule
sugarcoat what gets taught in school
from your brand-new homes on haloed sand
but you can't silence the ghosts of Sugarland

no one knows the names of those buried in these graves
history's been covered up and mostly washed away
all that stands to mark this site is one white wooden cross 
a rusty gate and a few small stones
not one sign of remorse

now you can dress yourselves in your Sunday best
pray to the lord for a day of rest
wave your plastic flags and your paper fans
but you can't silence the ghosts of Sugarland

tell me if those spirits rose what is it they'd say?

I'm making movements i don't make Excuses
My opportunities always survive the Opportunists
You're sleeping on me i'll make sure That you're all dreaming lucid
I'm sorry the older i get the more i Act a nuissance
It's in my genes i can't control it my Sub conscious is lit
My name's about to ring some bells Like i've been holding a blick
The type words i put in tracks could All be sold in a brick
I've sold them on my services and Now the profit is big
Me and you we're parallel so you Could never cross the line
The last one who even tried he knew He clearly lost his mind
I've been infamous for cutting deep But never harboured knives
Bringing heatwaves i'm surfing on The biggest lava tides
Still travel to the artic on a rare Occasion
I'm barely blazing but i'm in the sky Where heaven's gate is
Pour the brown inside the cup no Need to get adjacents
My mind is golden i'm at such a Monumental stage

Riding round the city causing havoc
It was never fortune it was planning
Rather be lonely than feeling average
I believe and make it happen
I been on the road
I know i'mma ride against the wind When it blows
They were never made for this and it Really shows
Shit is taking off and i just keep in on The low
I'm breaking off the hinges and i'm Bussin down the doors

I'm the type to ride or die because i Grind for mine
I'm Ivan Drago in this bitch if he dies He dies
Could never trap me in a wing i'm Always flying high
Cos i give you bars in verses to revive What died inside
Complacency is consistency's biggest Enemy
Especially when you mix up both of Their energies
Cos if you become consistently Complacent then just wave your Goals goodbye cos now they're pending distant memories
Cut throat and unforgiving
I bust notes when i'm singing but you Must know that when i rap i'm Vicious
I cut off all the people that used to be Acting different
That's a boomerang it's coming back On you the maddest instance
And i have bigger plans
Like an altercation i'm just tryna be The bigger man
I put in time so i can get more spins Than a ceiling fan
Fuck a test score i'm living life and That's the real exam

Riding round the city causing havoc
It was never fortune it was planning
Rather be lonely than feeling average
I believe and make it happen
I been on the road
I know i'mma ride against the wind when it blows
They were never made for this and it really shows
Shit is taking off and i just keep in on the low
I'm breaking off the hinges and i'm bussing down the doors

Big plans for the big man
Only fear god i don't fear a man
Big man wants the big bands
And the big rocks make a wrist flash
Lil man never chills man
Keep the wrist tight like a wristband
Lil man spitting real facts
Always grinding cos he's tryna live That

Look at myself i made me a promise
To fatten my pockets
To stack in my wallet
My purpose could never be sat in an Office
Or bagging the shopping
I lack being polished
I ain't judging your bag or your Morals
But i have my own and i'm practical Honest
Niggas are blowing their cash in their Shopping
You're buying the fashion but that's Just a garment
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and triple and Double it
Do it like russell
I threw her the charm she threw me The cat i'm fucking it
And I've been loving it
I don't want beef i'm above it
My peace is entrusted
In people i'm running with
Everytime i hear some music i feel i Probably gave birth to a hundred kids

Big plans for the big man
Only fear god i don't fear a man
Big man wants the big bands
And the big rocks make a wrist flash
Lil man never chills man
Keep the wrist tight like a wristband
Lil man spitting real facts
Always grinding cos he's tryna live That

Josh texted me at 9:45am, “Anchorage earthquake”
I figured everything was fine, and not to spoil the suspense but yes everything’s okay
Saw a band the other night
In the middle of the set I thought man this is loud
I don’t remember feeling so uncomfortable during a set like that

Everyone around me was rocking along and jamming out
Some relief for the fires came that night in the form of pouring rain
The sound woke me up in that night, the sky looked just like a Renaissance painting

From Portugal or Spain It reminded me of my trips to Europe
Going to the Prado and the Reina Sofía
I never saw skies like that before, not in Alaska and not in New York or Texas or British Columbia
Or Pennsylvania or Florida or New Jersey or Oregon or Washington or Mexico Or Ontario or Nova Scotia or West Virginia

Or Ohio or France or El Salvador or Panama or California
These beautiful renaissance painting skies I thought were an exaggeration of reality
But guys like Vasconcelos got that right, that’s why they called them the masters of renaissance painting

These massive orange clouds and beautiful sun rays
Blanket the pastoral earth as day transitions into night
The smoke choked the city and everyone was walking around with white masks on
Everything ground to a halt until these cooling rains started coming down

And now there’s landslides and who knows what else, other crazy shit to deal with
But all the devastation and tallying loss of life is still ongoing so I’ll put that one aside for a minute

Portugal had recently dealt with deadly fires on that New Year’s visit at the beginning of 2018
I came to feel that Lisbon is San Francisco’s Atlantic twin
From the three-quarter-sized doors to the miniature train cars, they even built a bridge designed by the Golden Gate architect guy

I have a lot of affection for that place and its people
Maybe we could learn something from them about their recovery
Hung out with my photographer friend Katie in Oakland the other day
She took some pictures for the Internet
Packed up my kitchen things, my glassware and plates 

Things aren’t gonna be back to normal until after the fucking holidays
Reading the Reuters British News Service, the world is going to hell
But there’s no surprises there so I’m gonna watch Netflix on my couch
And watch Alfonso Cuarón’s masterpiece, “Roma”

Which takes place in the neighborhood where several of my friends were born
The symbolism of rebirth and fire versus water is a very old Mexican motif
My girlfriend asked me how do I know so much about the subject, I said what do you think I’ve been so busy with?

Take your fronts out
If you're talking to me
No VIP says VIP
I've known powerful women
And beautiful men
And none of 'em calling for bottle service settle down and settle in
Mind your manners make a friend
Motherfucker
Where you been? How you living?

The monkey trails a web o' strings
To monkey trainers in the wings
Whose skull & bones decoder rings
Flash chimp pickpockets into kings
The fat, Free-Market Diva sings
While missiles aim at everything
Except the golden tower.

How can a man who can't locate
One drop of oil in Texas state
Swagger through the White House gate
Thumb his nose at mankind's fate
With nobody to speculate
That dad said, “Think cocaine's a rush, son,
Wait till you try power!