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Square Peg Syndrome

by Dyalekt & DJ MilkMoney

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1.
Well I was born in Philly/ Rugged?/ Not really/ Just a young kid with theories/ Blunt/ Unappealing/ The trouble I’ve been in/ It’s peeling back layers/ An onion of a life/ Seasoned with the flavor of racism twice/ Half White/ Son of an immigrant who fled in the night/ Failing to be of a master race was his only crime/ His ascendance from poverty was a lonely climb/ It’s aight/ it only served to strengthen his might/ On the other hand/ My mother was a queen/ Seed of the streets and seen the obscene/ Don’t trust the world, it can be unclean!/ Her ancestors screamed/ In her African dreams/ Now here’s me/ Half Fred Sanford/ Half Dukes of Hazzard/ See, I’m used to madness/ One part Prince/ One part Aerosmith/ With a hint of Bob Dylan and Parliament/ Need an audience desperately/ You know the kid with a new skit every week/ Incessantly?/ Toothbrush for a mic/ Flashlight for a spotlight/ A colorful sight/ Even under the cover of night/ Grew into a stereotype/ A meteorite/ Crashing/ Burning/ Screaming “I’m right!”/ My own media hype/ Comin’ straight from my mind/ And even if I’m wastin’ your time/ The pleasure is mine
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I walk the earth/ With my heart on my sleeve/ The last dragon/ A madman/ In the garden of Eve/ With Adam/ Part of me leaves/ But a part of me eats/ The apple/ And sees equality's a marketing scheme/ I had to/ Part of me grieves what a part of me needs/ I felt like I'd let Mary Magdalene come swallow my seed/ I couldn't conceive the way/ Much less follow or lead/ Been missing so long/ My face is on a carton of cheese/ And when the chips are down/ And the skies are grey/ And when I look to you/ Just to find my way/ And when you /Say it's there/ But I know that it's not/ I end up back on the road less traveled of Hip Hop/ We keep it movin’/ I don’t know if I can take a next step/ We keep it movin’/ I don’t know how much in me I got left/ We keep it movin’/ We keep it movin’ ‘til we run out of breath/ They think we slow and stupid/ But we show and prove it/ Seems the only nuisance is that truth is like cupid/ It’s so elusive/ Through the wet dreams/ Of reckless schemes/ Another neck swings/ From a red brick tree/ Streets is deadly/ And when the moon is full/ And my lungs are black/ And when I/ Jump at shadows and thunder cracks/ And when you/ Try to stop me/ But stumble back/ That’s when Hip Hop gets me on track/ So relax/ I walk a balance beam/ So many in my community challenge me/ They’re usually sad to see/ And die gruesome and tragically/ His majesty/ Undisputed/ And a human catastrophe/ A beautiful masterpiece/ In a luminous galaxy/ Confusion it carries me/ Through this translucent insanity/ Of coonery blasphemy/ That’s used unabashedly/ To fuel the veracity/ Of these crews that’s attackin’ me/ But instead of wack MC’s/ I’d rather battle reality/ But I guess that’s life/ That’s what I told my last employer when I quit my 9 to 5/ ‘Cuz hip hop is my 9 to 5 and my 5 to 9 and my next 9 to 5/ Until the day I die and reach my next lifetime/ And when you see me in a year 3000 speakeasy/ In a black dasheki/ Sparkin like Mawadi Mobeke/ With every monitor gleaming/ See my mom’s is a genius/ Pops is a phoenix/ And I’m the map to them/ Unlockin’ their secrets/ And when the road is forked/ And I have to choose/ And when I wonder why/ I’m so damn confused/ And when you tell me how much I stand to lose/ That’s when Hip Hop gets me in tune/ So I move/ I move/ With purpose Executing a sound plan/ The groove/ Rhythm electrocuting the sound man/ The news/ Consider me history’s soundtrack/ And who?/ Dyalekt/ Don’t give a damn if I sound wack/ And count that/ Same guy/New place/Same smile/New face/ Same candidate and I’m runnin a new race/ You screwface/ Cuz you see old love as new hate/ So I’ma keep walkin ‘til you wake up like School Daze/ And when the chips are down/ And the skies are grey/ And when I look to you/ Just to find my way/ And when you /Say it's there/ But I know that it's not/ I end up back on the road less traveled of Hip Hop/ I’m not afraid to die/ I’m afraid of time/ It passes quickly/ And one day will leave me behind/ Until that day comes/ We keep it movin’/ Until that day comes/ We keep it movin’/ Until that day comes/ We keep it movin’/ We keep it movin’/ Stoppin’ now would be stupid
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With all that I know/ And all that you know/ Don’tcha think we woulda figured it out by now?/ With all that I know/ And all that you know/ Don’tcha think we woulda figured it out by now?/ And I’ve asked GOD/ Does it have to be so hard?/ I’ve often wondered in my thoughts if I’ma make it ‘til tomorrow/ It’s wrong/ In my dreams I’m a lonely distant star/ Shining high above the clouds in a land that time forgot/ I’ve fought the powers that be so many times/ And I’ve defeated/ So many personal demons that you’d think I was a preacher/ Even thinking my speech is weakened/ Remember being conceited/ Been through so many beefs that my feelings have become vegan/ I’m seeking/ My Valhalla with a wisdom’s uplifting aura/ Decisions of my Gomorrahs instead made my heart a martyr/ My sorrow/ Reflected on parchment/ In a neglected/ Wretched apartment/ My blessings forgotten/ Everything rotten has left me heartless/ I’m sorry/ I cracked under the pressure/ Been drenched in failure/ Essentially melted to vapor/ Left to rain on my forty acres/ Distorted/ Conflicted/ Listless/ Aborted my sense of vision/ I hope you miss him/ Yours truly, Anakronizzm With all that I know/ And all that you know/ Don’tcha think we woulda figured it out by now?/ With all that I know/ And all that you know/ Don’tcha think we woulda figured it out by now?/ Sometimes I feel like the only face in a crowd of blurs/ I can’t stand the rain because my pain caused the cloud burst/ The Nile’s thirst from tributaries dried the brown earth/ And my hurt/ In literary form/ Dictates how sound works (word)/ We was beginners with Hannibal stompin’ Venice/ But something musta got in us/ ‘Cause all of us turned to bitches/ This is/ Unacceptable/ Beaten down by the federal/ Ineffectual/ With armies so infinitesimal/ We’ve been brainwashed/ Hoodwinked/ Bamboozled/ The whole nine/ Go rock your ice while your cousins suffocate in diamond mines/ It’s by design/ We’ve been itemized/ Written off as a loss/ Gone soft/ Been derailed from our train of thought/ It seems to me we’ve given up/ Already lost/ Myself included/ We’ve all been trapped inside the box:/ Jail cell/ Cubicle/ Local bar/ Or lonely thoughts/ That’s why I’m here/ (but why do you still care?)/ I forgot With all that I know/ And all that you know/ Don’tcha think we woulda figured it out by now?/ With all that I know/ And all that you know/ Don’tcha think we woulda figured it out by now?/
4.
Welcome ladies and gents to tonight’s main event/ This fight isn’t for titles or a check to pay rent/ It’s about respect/ One fighter will have his chin checked/ And a dent in his ego he’s gonna try to prevent/ The first competitor we present is named Confidence/ He’s a rookie/ Ready to give 100 percent/ Full of energy / and down to experiment/ Claims he can punch a hole in a block of cement/ And on the other side/ The veteran: Doubt/ Virtually undefeated after hundreds of bouts/ A big mouth with a bigger reputation for knockouts/ This match is 12 rounds in front of a sold out crowd/ Let’s get ready to rumble/Confidence stumbles/ One “Why are you trying?” jab and the bridge of his nose crumbles/ It doesn’t pay to be humble/ He tried to give daps/ Doubt saw that as the perfect chance to attack/ One “That’s why she dissed you” sucker punch to the gut/ And an uppercut of “Even your mother thinks you suck”/ But Confidence isn’t through/ A “Worked hard, went to school”/ Combo/ But Doubt dodges them all/ He’s so smooth/ A blow to the ribs/ “Your not the father of your kids”/ “Your not rich/ You’re somebody nobody would miss”/ Confidence is bleeding/ He sure is taking a beating/ “That time you got caught cheating? You nearly cried you weakling”/ “When’s the last time you got some ass?”/Confidence is on the mat/ No surprise/ Doubt made his face a punching bag/ He’s not up by the count of 5/ Is he even alive?/ He’s on one knee/ Let’s see if he makes it in time/ Confidence gets up at nine/ A haymaker to Doubt’s eye/ “I did cry/ I was mad at myself because I lied”/ Doubt’s eye is beginning to swell/ Confidence has been through hell/ But by the way he’s swinging now/ You can scarcely tell/ “I take pride in the truth and I learn when I lose”/ Confidence is putting his footwork to good use/ The momentum is shifting/ Doubt is swinging but missing/ Every blow adds to Confidence’s chance of winning/ Doubt throws a lazy hook/ “You’re ugly/ look”/ A counterpunch of “So what”/ And Doubt’s body is shook/ But he tries to mount a comeback/ “Look. You ain’t Black”/ “You can’t dance or rap/ You’re coffee with half and half”/ “And you’re not white/ That’s why they don’t treat you right”/ “You’re a loser in life you uneducated kike”/ Confidence steps to the side/”That’s their problem, not mine”/ Fist and jaw collide/ Doubt goes down this time/ He can’t get up/ It’s the end of the fight/ For now/ The rematch is every night for life… My ill is impregnable My freestyle is indefatigable Praise to Bambatta I will eat the beat’s children What I mean to say is: were it possible for an instrumental to have sexual intercourse And produce offspring, Said offspring would be a midmorning snack with a protein shake
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Down Moses 03:08
We been enslaved/ 400 years straight/ And Moses swam across a lake?/ There you go again/ Talkin’ all that smack/ ‘Cuz you carried the pyramids on your back/ My back/ seen plenty of whiplash/ On account of my owner’s wrath/ Bah/ Slavery/ Baby me/ Make me weak/ It’s not easy/ Having a place of your own/ Wven people come to your home and explode/ Them Palestinians?/ They got a reason to fight/ It ain’t like bein stolen in the night/ If you had guns/ It would’ve been a war/ Won’t revolution settle the score?/ How you know bout that?/ It was on youtube/ So, what are you tryin to prove?/ There’s ghetto’s in Oakland/ There’s ghetto’s in Poland/ It ain’t that bad/ You give each other a hand/ It’s not my fault you left the village in the motherland/ A culture intact is a culture complete/ That’s why we helped build the NAACP Shalom means hello/ goodbye/ and peace Yeah/ So does peace/ Chanukah/ Kwanzaa/ Broom jumper/ Glass stomper/ If nothing else/ We know how to run/ You can still call us the defiant ones/ At least we got a sense of humor/ Every good comedian is either Black or Jewish/ That’s why we Lookin’ to the future/ We got more reason to laugh than we used ta/ Go down Moses way down in Egypt´s land Tell ol´ Pharaoh, Let my people go. Go to Sing Sing/ Go down to Rikers Isle/ Tell the Warden/ Let my people go/ Go to Wal Mart/ Down to them offices/ Tell the manager/ Let my people go/ Go to Viacom/ Unplug AOL/ Tell the media/ Let my people go
6.
I’m not an African/ Or an African-American/ I’m an American/ Was born here/ Probably be buried in/ This land of misfits/ Liars and freedom/ To be me/ Long as being me ain’t treason/ The reason it’s easy for labels to stick/ The rich wanna keep track of who’s beneath them/ It used to be you’re either/ either/ neither/ or other/ Judge?/ Who reads?/ they scared of what’s under covers/ That’s why we couldn’t call another brothers/ Don’t you know division is for suckas?/ And this is for all the square pegs out there/ Who don’t speak the language and really don’t care/ Who got nappy hair and think life’s unfair/ Who can’t walk into a room with out the stare/ Well this is me/ I’m not you/ I’m here to make your lies come true/ Keep your opinions if you want to/ 1, 2, 1, 2/ Come unglued A punch in the liver/ After a bottle of liquor/ That’s how fun it is to hear white folk say nigger/ Especially true/ When they ain’t talkin’ to you/ And all of sudden look who’s the bully at school/ I don’t blame him/ We search for ourselves in the masses/ Find a match and we practice their habits/ A distraction from the spinning of the planet/ So we don’t notice hierarchy is fascist/ ‘Cuz if we figured out/ That everything’s the same/ From the smallest atom up to the Milky Way/ Then we wouldn’t take/ These roles that we play/ And the rules of the day fade away to grey/ No more sacrifices to appease the Gods/ Or being better than people ‘cuz the people are odd/ Ask Malcom/ He saw the through the mirage/ They shot him when he became Malik Shabazz/ And this is for all the square pegs out there/ Who don’t speak the language and really don’t care/ Who got nappy hair and think life’s unfair/ Who can’t walk into a room with out the stare/ Well this is me/ I’m not you/ I’m here to make your lies come true/ Keep your opinions if you want to/ 1, 2, 1, 2/ Come unglued This goes out to walking contradictions/ Caught in a high contrast caste system/ I’m glad that I got bad vision/ I don’t even see the box that I don’t fit in/ Racism/ Sexism/ But the best ism/ Is schism/ Before you conquer you gotta split ‘em/ That’s only if you can get ‘em to listen/ And this is for all the square pegs out there/ Who don’t speak the language and really don’t care/ Who got nappy hair and think life’s unfair/ Who can’t walk into a room with out the stare/ Well this is me/ I’m not you/ I’m here to make your lies come true/ Keep your opinions if you want to/ 1, 2, 1, 2/ Come unglued
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100% ft brokeMC (free) 03:09
100%?/ 100%?/ Ain’t nothin’ in this world that’s 100% It would be effortless to give 100% ’Cuz everything’s nothin’/ Fucked up/ Isn’t it? I only use 10% of my brain/ I guess if I was smarter I could better explain/ The strain of the plain who crave to be perfect/ A glacier underwater yearning for surface/ But is it worth it?/ Maybe it’s why I’m half assed/ In class I only need a 65 to pass/ But if I shot that from 3/ I’d be the number one draft/ With a lump sum of cash/ On some "who needs math?"/ At a glance/ If my record goes platinum/ Less than one percent of America owns my album/ How come/ So few of us that live affordably?/ And you wonder why I got a problem with authority/ It’s ‘cuz I’m a minority/ And the government ain’t supporting me/ Maybe statistics will elicit more from me/ Nearly 30% of Black males see jail/ While White folks make up 55% of welfare/ 100%?/ 100%?/ Ain’t nothin’ in this world that’s 100% It would be effortless to give 100% ’Cuz everything’s nothin’/ Fucked up/ Isn’t it? Pure/ Unadulterated is a myth/ It’s like the perfect world in Plato’s book The Republic/ It only exists in a higher consciousness/ And everything on earth is just a big ol’ mix/ On average/ 20% percent of Blacks is white as snow/ So we kinfolk ‘cuz grandma got poked?/ Even still it was ’65 before grandma could vote/ And 60% of youth consider voting a joke/ We vote on cell phones for our favorite show/ And are led to believe the common Joe’s in control/ Uh no/ Half a you don’t know what you want/ The other half is too scared to speak so they front/ Just once/ In my life/ I’d like to be one in a million/ But it takes a large percent to turn a villain to a pilgrim/ I’m chillin’/ I got my calculator built in/ If I only reach one of you people/ I can still win/ 100%?/ 100%?/ Ain’t nothin’ in this world that’s 100% It would be effortless to give 100% ’Cuz everything’s nothin’/ Fucked up/ Isn’t it?
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Doin' My Job 03:31
I work the beat/ My job: keep the peace on the street/ Blond crew cut six two/ Two thirty physique/ Job’s dirty indeed/ That’s why I carry a nightstick to keep it clean/ Plus a thirty-eight special that loads six/ I wear a neat pressed clean navy blue uniform/ Plus a badge that’s proof I’m never doing any harm/ You might see me on your block/ Or in the local doughnut shop/ I’m an officer of the peace/ But you punks call me a cop/ I never get the respect I deserve/ You call us pigs/ While you congratulate each other after doin’ a bid/ Since I was a kid/ I’ve wanted to rid the neighborhood of crime/ And I don’t care if you’re Black/ Latin/ Asian/ Or White/ I’m not racist/ That’s just one of the news’s excuses/ It’s not my fault most Black kids are too stupid to stay in school/ And their welfare junkie parents aren’t involved/ So when I bust ‘em for shoplifting I’m just doin’ my job. (DJ scratches in “I’m just doin my job”) These kids are bad/ Nowadays they grow up too fast/ Either pregnant or selling drugs/ Don’t wanna come to class/ Too much sass/ In my day I wouldn’t tolerate it/ But nowadays we can’t pray or make use of switches/ And lord knows they could use some of both/ Plus some manners/ What do parents do with these kids at home/ They’re left alone/ That’s why test scores are so low in the state/ And they’ve got some nerve blaming it on discrimination in race/ Drugs and violence because of the environment/ I’m not buying it/ That’s like saying the climate has to do with math and sciences/ Their English is a mess because of that ebonics nonsense/ They don’t listen to me/ They listen to rap/ They steal/ They’re dishonest/ They frighten me/ When I scold they threaten to get even/ I can’t control them/ How do you expect me to teach them?/ Can’t hold them all back/ School would be an overcrowded mob/ So when I pass another illiterate I’m just doing my job. (DJ scratches in “I’m just doin my job”) I’ve been your boss for six years/ Worked with you for thirteen/ We’ve got the same skills/ Same experience/ And the same degree/ Hired on the same day/ You were chosen because of affirmative action/ But I never held that against you/ Invited you on a trip to Aspen/ You declined/ Said you couldn’t afford it to be polite/ It’s alright/ I know you didn’t wanna hang out with me and the wife/ It’s a shame yours left you after you took that second job/ And that time you got robbed and had to move in with your mom/ Maybe you should move to a better neighborhood/ Stop trying to save the ghetto/ Some goals are unattainable/ That stack of papers piling up on your desk should be your focus/ Ahh, you’re hopeless/ That’s why you never got a promotion/ You work hard/ You’re smart/ But there’s a problem with your attitude/ It’s distracting/ Not the black thing/ It’s not like I’m after you/ Now I know we’ve got history/ But it’s lonely at the top/ I have to let you go/ I’m just doing my job.
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Dance 03:36
You might as well DANCE/ Shake/ Boogie/ And wind/ ‘Cuz don’t nobody care what goes on in your mind/ Just DANCE/ Not a care at all/ Shut up/ Get up/ And drink some alcohol/ Let’s party/ Let’s boogie/ Let’s keep it movin’ and shakin’/ It’s on and crackalackin’/ Poppin’/ Wheelin’/ And Breakin’/ Grab somebody/ Anybody/ And get down like you naked/ It’s a ritual that’s ancient/ Tribal/ Human/ And pagan/ To hump like animals/ Act a fool/ That’s what you have to do/ I’m gonna get a Grammy if I keep you dancin’ ‘til the afternoon/ Bashful/ Bladderful/ Beautiful/ Intoxicate/ No consequences/ Fat kid/ Lots of cake/ Hot today/ Whoo/ Half nekkid/ Still sweatin/ You can forget about your problems if you keep on steppin’/ Wife late/ Rent late/ Bills late/ Feel great/ Shit faced/ Ixnay the ingray/ This chick may give brain/ Turn it up/ You ain’t got nothin’ to say but game/ We still feel young when we get drunk and play/ Songs that leave us dumbstruck by the drum/ And all in the name of fun/ Come get some/ You might as well DANCE/ Shake/ Boogie/ And wind/ ‘Cuz don’t nobody care what goes on in your mind/ Just DANCE/ Not a care at all/ Shut up/ Get up/ And drink some alcohol/ Here we go now/ Words/ Huh/ Good god/ What are they good for?/ Absolutely Nothin’/ ‘Cuz you can get shot for sayin’ somethin’/ One more time now/ Words/ Huh/ Good god/ What are they good for?/ Absolutely Nothin’/ ‘Cuz you can get shot for sayin’ somethin’/ That’s why we dance/ To escape the pain/ If we can escape/ We can maintain/ If we maintain/ We won’t complain/ And you won’t hear our name in any mayor’s campaign/ That’s why we remain/ And there is no change/ And then we look around for someone else to blame/ We do it e’ry day/ Dancin’ like chain gangs/ And you gon’ try to tell me that we ain’t still slaves/ To the rhythm/ It’s getting’ into my system/ So listen/ Only thinking is forbidden for citizens/ Listen!/ I do it to myself/ I ain’t a victim/ Listen!/ We can make a difference if we… who’m I kiddin? You might as well DANCE/ Shake/ Boogie/ And wind/ ‘Cuz don’t nobody care what goes on in your mind/ Just DANCE/ Not a care at all/ Shut up/ Get up/ And drink some alcohol/
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Melt 03:13
I wanna melt/ In to you/ In to me/ In to you/ Interlude/ Mystery/ Interview/ My muse like a needle in a groove/ I want you to melt/ In to me/ In to you/ Into me/ As serene as the blue in the sea/ What we need is a new unity/ Get free What’s the color of water?/ It changes by perspective/ But in deep it’s dark/ No need to be selective/ In deep/ dark heat/ You sway to the beat/ A day ain’t the same once you feel the release/ These syrup thick words/ If you handle the girth/ Then I’ll work to cover your curves with verse/ On earth/ All I need is everything I lack/ Let me inhabit your habitat/ When we interact/ You grasp a new synapse/ You once thought that rules don’t change as fact/ But now/ Your path is more abstract/ Give in and I can show you where it’s at/ Now back/ To the matter at hand/ You can see who I am/ Long as you see I’m a Man/ And understand/ That we are all the same/ Your color matters as much as your name/ I wanna melt/ In to you/ In to me/ In to you/ Interlude/ Mystery/ Interview/ My muse/ A needle in a groove/ I want you to melt/ In to me/ In to you/ Into me/ As serene as the blue in the sea/ What we need is a new unity/ Get free What are the secrets you hide behind that great wall of feelings?/ Do you feel/ If it’s revealed/ Then it would be a weakness?/ And if I breach it, / Then you might be defeated/ It’s the Zen of Blend/ You’re a piece of the remix/ My chromosomes frequent/ your genome sequence/ Composing a poem on the subject of breath/ And (breath)/ Isn’t that how we got here/ So simple the riddle once we get over the fear/ If I tolerate / It just means I can face / Can’t wait/ Got moves to make/ Gotta embrace/ Are you afraid?/ Is the thought unbearable/ Right/ you heard about my type on the stereo/ There you go/ Find another excuse/ To exclude/ Or come and share food and get truth/ And get soothed/ Eat/ Speak/ Touch/ and listen/ There’s a reason why they call it givin’ rhythm/ I wanna melt/ In to you/ In to me/ In to you/ Interlude/ Mystery/ Interview/ My muse like a needle in a groove/ I want you to melt/ In to me/ In to you/ Into me/ As serene as the blue in the sea/ What we need is a new unity/ Get free
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TimeSlip (free) 04:19
Procrastinators of the world/ Wait!/ Procrastinators of the world/ Wait!/ Procrastinators of the world/ Wait!/ You got a couple minutes dog/ You won’t be late/ But uh/ Tick tock/ Keep tickin’/ Time keeps slippin/ What am I missin’?/ Money/ Power/ Respect/ And fame/ But does it mean a Goddamned thing?/ They say that time heals pain/ And time quiets rage/ But as time ticks away/ How much of that wait is waste?/ The same people claim hate pertains only to race/ That’s about as bright as sayin’ only gays catch AIDS/ But we take what we’re fed without questionin’ the bread/ Assumin’ we’ll get all the answers as soon as we’re dead/ Go head an’ wait for the reaper/ He doesn’t know either/ It’s just so much easier to be a believer than a seeker/ ‘Cuz time is precious/ Look back/ How have you spent it?/ My memory bank’s filled with debt and F’d up credit/ Regrets and feuds with friends that’ve been left unsettled/ Some say that time’s a fire made to test one’s mettle/ And I get it/ The forge molds/ Forms and bends/ Burns pages of history/ Forgets foes and friends/ Nothing is immune/ Not hate/ Love/ Or innocence/ It’s exactly what they meant by “You can’t go home again.” And uh/ Tick tock/ Keep tickin’/ Time keeps slippin/ What am I missin’?/ Money/ Power/ Respect/ And fame/ But does it mean a Goddamned thing?/ We begin on 4 legs/ Graduate to 2/ Onto 3 when you add a cane/ Then to dust and you’re through/ Oceans and ovaries both are moved by the moon/ We use it to measure the minutes/ But what does that prove?/ Some say when God’s in a petulant mood/ He’ll bring our doom/ He made the world in 6 days/ On Sunday/ Got up at noon/ And Hell is hot/ That’s why we pray/ Because today we stay cool/ If that’s true/ What should I do/ Until the day I’m consumed?/ The radio says I’m confused/ “Get paper, worry later”/ He wouldn’t kill the game of a player/ He isn’t a hater/ Others play it safer/ Stay acres away from neighbors/ Or become mayors/ skaters/ debaters/ Or imitators/ While speculators/ taste the flavor of nature/ Dictators face razors of liberators and traitors/ And innovators get greater/ Upgrade to creators/ The worst of all watch it go by: Spectators/ And uh/ Tick tock/ Keep tickin’/ Time keeps slippin/ What am I missin’?/ Money/ Power/ Respect/ And fame/ But does it mean a Goddamned thing?/ So if I sit on my ass and watch it all pass/ Do I have the right to ask why my life is crap?/ If I don’t make a big splash and rise above middle class/ Was it worth it to be born the spittin’ image of dad?/ Or can my contribution be small?/ Do I have to contribute at all?/ Is life about choice or am I just a pinball?/ And my momentum of moments bounce around without purpose/ Worthless to be a person/ Cursed ‘cuz I’ve earned it/ Workin’ for change/ Change what I touch/ And who I love/ But it isn’t enough/ Eventually all this stuff rusts/ Why should I live life at full speed and keep up the run/ When it can all end with a gun or the explosion of the sun?/ There was no crowd when I shadowboxed with doubt/ Crowds create clout/ Thoughts create clouds/ How many brainstorms will it take to make it all come about? I don’t know now/ But I better figure it out/ ‘Cuz uh/ Tick tock/ Keep tickin’/ Time keeps slippin/ What am I missin’?/ Money/ Power/ Respect/ And fame/ But does it mean a Goddamned thing?/ And uh/ Tick tock/ Keep tickin’/ Time keeps slippin/ What am I missin’?/ Money/ Power/ Respect/ And fame/ It doesn’t mean a Goddamned thing/ Procrastinators of the world/ Wait!/ Procrastinators of the world/ Wait!/ Procrastinators of the world/ Wait!/ If you don’t make the date dog/ You can be replaced

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From the Hip Hop Play about a biracial student stuck in detention after a schoolwide race riot. Also the basis for A History of Me, a 6-week writing and performance curriculum for students of all ages.

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released November 1, 2009

Dyalekt raps on most stuff. brokeMC has a verse. Nepotism considering brokeMC recorded, mixed, & mastered the whole thing at Asterisk Art Project. DJ MilkMoney plays the scratcheridoo. Beats moslty by Domer, but Conscious & euphAmism made a couple as well. Crystal Clarity painted the aweseomeness that is the cover.

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MC, theaterer, & educator for 20 years. At Pockets Change he uses hip-hop pedagogy to demystify personal finance and help students' relationships with money. He’s rocked everywhere from conferences like AFCPE and SLA, to stages like Bowery Ballroom and the OSF,, to keynotes at Harvard. He co-hosts the Brunch & Budget podcast, which discusses personal finance and racial economic inclusion ... more

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