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Addicts
03:59
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Gotta feed your greed
What you need is to bleed
It’s agreed that you’ll follow
forces that lead
You drink til you can’t think
Snort coke, smoke weed
Prolly drop molly
And a little bit of speed
Can’t sleep, don’t dream
Living through a little screen
This shit’s a sickness
Addiction’s a vaccine
Benzene, ethylene,
Who needs clean energy
Need intravenous
gasoline
Burn, burn, burn
Til we choke on the smoke
When will we ever learn?
Smoking butt of the joke
Buy, buy, buy
Don’t try, just consume
And assume that you’ll need
perfume in the tomb
Boom, boom, boom
From the womb to the classroom
Pick by whom
We all wanna be plumed
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Money shots til we come
Hundred-twenty proof shots
Til we hear the cops come
Cheap
Thrills
Pain
Pills
Fear
Chills
Drugs
Kill
When you score quicker, then you scar quicker
Who needs open wounds? need more liquor!
I don’t wanna bicker, don’t wanna be bothered,
I swear I’ll get help if I ever get sicker.
Right now I’m fine, it’s just that I got this itch in my mind
I’ma flip this switch one more time, one more line and I will just be fine
Like a baby with a bottle
Anything to get a fix, another hit, just a little bit
Just to feel that kick in the face nose bleeds, migraines, blue lips
Can’t sit, can’t sleep, can’t quit, can’t stand it
I’m high
I’m tired
Where am I ?
Somewhere between flying and crying
Excess is accepted, encouraged, even expected
Except when … oh forget it I’m not sure it’s connected
What do you mean what have I ingested? Injected?
Arrested ?
breathless...
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Sip The Amrita
02:16
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I believe that I need more room to breathe
Too attached to the past here so I’ma leave
What I’m looking for might never be clear
But when I find it I have no doubt that it will be
I can still see visions I had from long ago
And I’ll pick up on the scent of the place I gotta go
The only way to get there I guess is to go slow
Follow the direction the grasses grow
When the breezes blow
I’ve looked high and low to find my way
I might’ve found the flow of life today
But something tells me I’ll never know… for sure
So I’ll follow the allure of what’s pure
The tao of the here and now
The wasps that stop on my skin
And don’t sting
The butterflies that look me in the eyes
Like they’ve got something to say
I never used to pray, but now I do
That when we’re lost I can feel this way and so can you
Sometimes I wanna quiet the mind
Feel aligned, exist outside time and just focus on the view
Perhaps we’re only two to not be blind to the true design
of the light that shines
and the night that eclipses
and the brightest stars within the ecliptic
who sip the amrita and sail into the mystic
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Pentagram
04:44
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Exit the mental, enter the center of the pentagram
Follow Venus’s path clockwise, do the math
1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21
eight times in 13 Earth orbits round the sun
the second planet’s nodes conjunct for 5 episodes
in 21 years Earth, Venus and the Sun align together in 3
conjunctions
8 to 5 is phi, or the golden proportion,
pi grows every decimal
decibel, figures and frequencies and the body’s just a vessel
spaceship, take it to the outer limits, find there are none
and then where do we go? (Who knows?)
There is a show we’ve tuned into, what have we turned into?
That we can’t turn it down and just be with the breath
Hear the sound of the heart as it pounds in our chest
Get in touch with something more than just ego and flesh /
understand time is running out, how much is left?
Plenty when we look at frequency, vibration and energy
In a world where when we walk, we dance interdependently
And trust nature’s numbers add up mathematically
When we leave the body where we go?
Do we float into the stars above?
…Who knows
Are we ever more than embryos?
Can we ever really save our souls?
…Who knows
Only a portion of what we’re meant to know is ever told to us
It can’t be bought nor sold,
just felt like the breeze or discovered the dead sea scrolls
we still don’t understand where we truly come from
or where we’re going
a close encounter of what kind
Will change mankinds’
manner of engaging with what remains of the living?
all that we’re looking for is contained within
but there we are staring out
when by simply closing our eyes
we stop seeing all limitations
And we dream of a better life,
what does it look like?
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8 seconds
00:10
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5. |
A Nation Of The People
03:18
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It’s the drop of water that makes the glass overflow
A rage that grows hard as the rocks we throw
Trigger cocked back, stocked, lock and loaded
The powder keg’s fuse ain’t lit, it already exploded
a nation of the people, by the people and for people
whose slaves’ labor only ever served their greed
captured, middle-passaged, stuck in ghettoes and can’t leave
from Staten Island to Minnesota they can’t breathe
but are berated, brutalized, beaten until they bleed
does death hurt more when filmed and shown on TV?
now who’s offended by Kaepernick taking a knee?
those who can’t understand the flames in precinct 3
a nation of the people
that’s never been one people
always been separate
never been equal
a nation of the people
built for white power
underneath white sheets
sniffing white gun powder
a nation of the people
that packs blacks in prisons
that are private and denies it’s
rising fascism
a nation of the people
democracy devoured
by confederate cowards
who bitch and shout louder
4 centuries of systemic oppression, Jim Crow
voter suppression, murder in custody, death row
all this violence, this silence, this system where victims’
bodies lie in the street at the feet of those sworn
to uphold the laws/ but break ‘em at every turn?
while some mourn, others scorn, the social contract’s been torn
lynched, whipped, hunted, crosses burned at the stake
with the approval of or at the hands of the state
a nation of the people
that’s never been one people
always been separate
never been equal
a nation of the people
built for white power
underneath white sheets
sniffing white gun powder
a nation of the people
that packs blacks in prisons
that are private and denies it’s
rising fascism
a nation of the people
democracy devoured
by confederate cowards
who bitch and shout louder
no quotes in textbooks from poor black folk
US history is based on what rich whites wrote
spreading the fable that each and everyone is able
to get ahead, get fed, get a roof and a bed
we must just be just instead of judge and distrust
discuss differences and listen, not look on in disgust
civilians are bumrushed and cussed out by corrupt cops.
we can’t stop ‘til all that is unjust is crushed
stand in defiance of the sirens cause silence is compliance
manifest against more of the same state-sponsored violence
by an institution asked to protect and to serve
when will the meek receive the protection they deserve?
a nation of the people
that’s never been one people
always been separate
never been equal
a nation of the people
built for white power
underneath white sheets
sniffing white gun powder
a nation of the people
that packs blacks in prisons
that are private and denies it’s
rising fascism
a nation of the people
democracy devoured
by confederate cowards
who bitch and shout louder
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Goldencut Strasbourg, France
Ces trois musiciens
alchimistes se font les révélateurs d’une géométrie à symétrie
variable. Leur musique est une
expérience à résultat modulable : tantôt
sombre et hybride, aussi rock qu’électronique, immergeant dans
un hip-hop ciselé, transcendant.
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