1. |
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-- Lyrics --
Canada Heat - Getting hotter than a Panama Beach -
In a Canada Goose - speaking of Canada Beast
Who’s speaking Canada’s truth? Who’s standin for peace?
Live from the home of the slaves and the land that was thiefed
Lot of broken and lost souls on this planet of freaks
Supply and demand's the only commandment we preach
Each man is a brand, each night’s famine or feast
So we quote “I sell therefore I am” in these streets
The ppl is sick and nothing that a needle will fix
We need presence (presents), we just get receipts for the gifts
Playing God —We just got a cease and desist
When our own souls wish that we would cease to exist
We out of touch now
____
Too out of touch now
In the 6 like touchdown
I was tripping I just touched down
We out of touch now
My how we’ve come a long way
But it seems we’re headed in the wrong way
Hope we finally turn it around one day
Before It’s too late
____
Just touched ground now
How do we re-attach the roots?
I don’t mean no metaphor - I’m talking ‘bout these packaged foods
Mass-produced
Who’s the most impacted group?
Guess — we the Black and blue
Really it’s a question that connected to the facts and truth
land and plants and passionfruits
We got crashing moods, diseases, and other attributes
lack of direction from having no grasp of the past or future
Attitude is numb, plus we love to escape
We love entertainment - especially if its public disgrace!
No loving embraces and nothing is sacred
These public debates, discussions of late
No trust in the place
The drugs in the safe, the plug’s in the wall
And all that to say
The main cause of all of the suffering and hate?
___
We out of touch now
Too out of touch now
In the 6 like touchdown
I was tripping I just touched down
We out of touch now
My how we’ve come a long way
But it seems we’re headed in the wrong way
Hope we finally turn it around one day
Before It’s too late
And that’s the way that it goes
Oh Lord, I don’t know if I can take anymore
Got my hands in the air and my knees to the floor
Wanna reach out and touch something deep in my soul (X2)
We out of touch now
Too out of touch now
In the 6 like touchdown
I was tripping I just touched down
We out of touch now
My how we’ve come a long way
But it seems we’re headed in the wrong way
Hope we finally turn it around one day
Before It’s too late
___
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2. |
GOD
02:46
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-- Lyrics --
I think a human being is meant to be relational
To “mourn with those who mourn and rejoice with those who rejoice” so to speak
To break up fights between children or adults
To assist the most vulnerable
To rescue anyone in danger
To have empathy
(GOD)
Unafraid in the age
Of the underpaid
Of the Hunger games
Funny calling this a game —
I didn’t wanna play
(GOD)
No choice
No voice
Just me and my old boys
Clung to faith
Held one humble
Page of Tolstoy —
Like (GOD)
Read it til
It shredded
meditated on
the ethics
everyday
I’d pray til I get it
Re-dedicated
to the
Message every day
(GOD)
The weak ones seek the power
That the powerful seek to keep
Only those that bon’t believe in power
Have the power that can lead to peace
(GOD)
——
Truthfulness
Patience
Commitment
And these values show the true human being
(GOD)
Ritual in the school of wisdom
And the disciplines of communal living
From the lynchings back to the crucifixion
That aint superstition
that’s the true condition
of the human soul: group division
So we sit together
That’s how we remember
And pursue the mission
See him in my enemy: Don’t lose the vision
This aint new religion
This is old as time
Rules and systems
Like students listening
Learning tune and rhythm, groove and pitch
Not to reproduce
But so they can create all the music in them
That’s how youth bloom
And assume positions
in the institutions using intuition
How we stay rooted and lose inhibition
And the vain ambition
This is a benediction
(GOD)
And just a little lesson from your very own culture
That maybe be foreign
So in kinyrwanda a human being is “umuntu”
And when all those other qualities I’ve mentioned
--Assisting the vulnerable
Bein empathetic
Rescuing anyone in danger—
When all those things are in a human being, in umuntu,
we say “Afite” or they have “umuntu”
in other words without all those qualities
We definitely cease to be human beings
Ok God bless you
Thank you so much
You’ve always been a joy to us
Keep up the good job
Keep loving
And we hope to see you soon
Be blessed
Love you
Love you
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3. |
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-- Lyrics --
Work (X4)
Looking for a job
Looking for a job man
They say that even Steve Jobs can’t
Find a machine that I could be a cog in
This is a problem
I’m trying to leave it in God’s hands
God’s plan
But even God’s fam
Was literally out on a limb
like God damn!
Looking for a job man
Looking for a job man
I heard theres too much supply
It’s like a log jam
Be your own boss then
Make your own lane
And don’t make an off-ramp
Or your gig goes offshore
As sure as that off-brand cough syrup
Put em in coffins
Like “peace”
No peace
Maybe I’ll sleep when I’m deceased
Maybe it’ll cease when I’m asleep
Maybe I should keep what I can keep
Talk is cheap
I should know—
Given I rap for what I eat
Everyone knows I could eat they food
But I need Insurance for my teeth
I need versatile
Personal
Income streams
That’s purposeful
Suckers work for money
You should make your money work for you
I can’t get no work though
Guess that means
That I got some work to do
The poor can’t afford to look poor
So I gotta make sure the shoes and shirt is new
Cuz I’m looking for a job
looking for a job man
They say that even Steve Jobs can’t
find a machine that I could be a cog in
This is a problem
Everybody knows
and nobody is solving
Somebody told me
Stop in the shop
And talk to the boss
Just on off-chance
Looking for a job man
Looking for a job man
I will do anything
I’ll get it popping
I need a hot dance
Popcaan
I need a pop jam
I need some Robyn
Dont need no off-hand comments
I need some rest on some soft sand
Peace
Im not a man
I am a work horse
I am a part of the work force
Im just not sure of the purpose or person I work for…
Maybe this voice inside
that keeps telling me work more
Hurt more
Perform
give up my wife and my first-born
Wait
I’m not a man
Not til I manage my estate
I am the output I create
After the info I intake
What If I’m fake?
What If I break?
What if my model’s obsolete
And gets tossed in a heap
And gets washed with the sheets
Wanna walk on the beach
And take off for a week
But I’m job seeking
Looking for a job
Looking for a job man
They say that even Steve Jobs can’t
Find a machine that I could be a cog in
This is a problem
I’m trying to leave it in God’s hands
God’s plan
But even God’s fam
Was literally out on a limb
like God damn!
Looking for a job man
Looking for a job man
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4. |
TAO Pt 1
01:26
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-- Lyrics --
(Get in touch)
—In other words
I’m from Mother Earth
but Im otherwordly
Every other word is murder
If Mr Wonder heard me
He’d say he’s the new Miles
A younger Bird
Another Herbie
My mother’s Mavis
Pops is Pops
And my drummer’s Purdie
That’s lineage
My blood is dirty
That’s word to my brother
Like that brother Curry
Of the jersey with number 30
You up in church
when I utter verses
Of love and mercy
The ushers worship
and start twerking
With the other clergy
I’m battled tested
But was never that aggressive
Even as an adolescent
I would rather have a message
But man alive
The whole game’s been sanitized
Damn what we done to the young
Is like infanticide
infantilized
the dumbed-down get amplified
Via algorithms that’s anything but randomized
I cant abide
While these lies keep confusing things
They use ephemisms
to lose the meaning of human beings
We know we’re old souls
They call us new machines
What they call enhanced reality’s
a lucid dream
Literally remove the screen
And you’ll see thru the schemes
The stupid memes we consume
Keep us too serene
I love to laugh too but
It’s too much
What we lose
In our addiction
to these cool new drugs
We relax then detach then
we straight lose touch
With everything
and thats when at the last we lose us
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5. |
Slot Machines
03:10
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-- Lyrics --
Slot machines
Slot machines
Slot machines
Slot machines
From pop machines
To pocket screens
We drive thru
And walk between
(Give me some cash to put away
I’m trying to make me some today
I hope my pockets handle debt
I’m gonna spend all that I have)
Slot machines
Slot machines
Slot machines
Slot machines
Casino scene
These slot machines
We drive thru
And walk between them
Playing slots
when I cop
another cocktail
Then open hotmail
Ten percent off sale!
So I go to that shop
Hoping thats the jack pot
Got matching
Hat, socks and
Black watch
But that slot failed
Need to keep trying
So I say let me buy
This delicious
deep fried cheese
Covered meat pie
(Crash)
Need a sweet lime tea
Then I treat myself
To a free live girl
In some knee highs
Then check my texts
And my tweets for a reply
Refresh refresh refresh
Deep sigh
Swear one of these times
Keep playing slots like
Let me try tmmr
Promise this was
just a off-night!
Maybe this chick
This drip
This click
it’s funny how we broke
and they selling us a quick fix
Selling us addictions
And sickness
The business of
to Sugar, fat, likes
And alike
It’s no different than
Slot machines
Slot machines
Slot machines
Slot machines
From pop machines
To pocket screens
We drive thru
And walk between
(Give me some cash to put away
I’m trying to make me some today
I hope my pockets handle debt
I’m gonna spend all that I have)
Slot machines
Slot machines
Slot machines
Slot machines
Casino scene
These slot machines
We drive thru
And walk between them
(Quick Money)
In the city
of the quick cash spend
And the quick cash lend
When the quick cash ends
In a big crash
Dizzy from quick fast spins
And the whiplash
like hitting a big black Benz
My friends in hard times
Like this mademoiselle
That always thought
she’d own a boat
Now she’s having a sale
Couldn’t afford a laptop
Named her daughter Adele/A Dell
And it hurts ‘cause her
favourite singer Patti Labelle
Shorty dropped out of college
around the College Dropout
I co-op interned when she copped out
Started popping when her first kid popped out
Rock bottom til she heard this and rocked out
Cuz they taught us to compete
And not cooperate
And said your body’s not
complete until you operate
They want us all to want
when what we got is great
And God is great
that money talks
but doesn’t got
a lot to say
Just some slots to play
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6. |
Slow
02:43
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-- Lyrics --
(Slow… We’re gonna slow this one right down)
Slow
Take it Slow
Slow
Take it slow (X2)
Life so stressful
Feeling downcast
Tears behind the clown mask
Many wrestle with the brown bag
Need smthg retro for the soundtrack
On a vacay
Chose to go to Montenegro
Cuz it sound black
Where the lounge at?
Can a man find peace?
Miss my childhood —-
Life was like in Stand By Me
Now I’m sitting with some damp eyes
Listening to Landslide
Thinking bout time
And other things money can’t buy
Free…
Deleted damn IG
Everyone frontin like bosses
Franchisees
With some fine wines
And a plate of pan-fried meats
and fries
Man, that’s always been the anti-me
I’m not anti-screen
But what a seems
a sight for sore-eyes
Is just an eye-sore
I’m sorry, we cyborgs
One-eyed
Short-slighted
Borderline blind
Bored
Overtime minds warped
Ugh, kids like ‘he nice
But he sound like a old person’
All this soul-searching
And no twerking
Now see me
Getting low
working the pole
til my bones hurtin
Magic City
The nursing home version
Slow
Take it Slow
Slow
Take it slow (X2)
Slow…
but watch that horsepower go, man
I could watch a 4 hour show
Flow’s pure flour!
No wonder bread
He making more sourdough
Than those poor cowards
Bow your head and
pour a little Coors out
For the many thats gone
due to copying trends
I’m on the Baltic Sea
Rocking with some
Latvian friends
That call me Kobe
Cuz I ball and I’m
awfully intense…
(Kinda racist but)
Not being sensitive about it
It’s cool, gotta think of things in context
I been a idol
back before the singing contest show
I win at freestyles
And the king of concepts - both
Own so many boats
I might begin a conquest - nope!
Never cared about material wealth
It’s like wool —
Only care if my material’s “felt”
And my spiritual health
All my ppl sayin
ahhh there he go
With his lyrical self
Slow
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7. |
Body (No Reason)
01:49
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-- Lyrics --
(Get in Touch)
How come he kilt it for no reason?
How come its always like cold season?
He just so sick
He got 2 degrees—
how come his flow is below freezing?
How come the lyrics approach genius
Still though he had to approach genius.com
Saying yall making dough off my lyrics
But won’t pay the broke genius that wrote em?
Parasites
How come you dont pay to clear the rights?
Or at least get the lyrics right
You’re a lyric site —
I said have me unverified
They said how come?
How can you not see the outcome?
Of a track record
You can’t outrun
All of these vultures
Thinking they’re fly
‘Cause the cloud’s
Where they get their clout from?
How come?
No reason
How come?
No reason
How come?
Ppl keep telling me
Preach bro
Low key been the ethos
Never needed all the ego
Never cheated
That’s my cheat code
How come he still such beast tho?
How come the sum doesn’t equal:
I mean theres only one of him
And there’s 3 of them
Still this goes like the Migos
Whoa, wait
wanna be great?
Gimme a break
You don’t put work in like
gimme a break!
How come I don’t make mistakes?
I just dont make mistakes
How come they fake?
Speaking of real/reel…
How come I did this on analog?
I just killed em all
now they got it on tape
That’s a mistake
How come?
No reason
How come?
No reason
How come?
I dunno
Dont ask me
I ask the questions
I’m passing the tests
They’re passive aggressive
I’m past being best
My passion’s obsessive
They’re asking me
How come?
I dunno
Dont ask me
I ask the questions
I always ask God
Why I have the blessings
He told me that I
have to bless them
No flexin
But I’m Mozart meets Omar
See me on Netflix with Ozark
I’m Rondo
Yeah the old guard
Rookies sit down
Still they don’t start with me
Gold bars
Gimme some credit
No gold cards
How come they
Calling me Joe Carter
Cuz so far
Who’s hitting
The dome harder?
Bro I dunno
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8. |
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-- Lyrics --
I can’t stand the storm (X16)
Hurricane in head
Whirlpool in my heart
Earthquake shakes my head
Richter scale’s off the chart
When Goddamn Job out that swirling whirling wind
Dude could only sob
How they helll have I sinned?
Oh Lord have mercy on me
I can't stand and my knees are so weak
I've been going for days and weeks
I just can'thandle no more on me
My shoulders are heavy
I can't stand the levy
It's all coming down on me
I need time to breathe
I need time to see
Where my life is really heading
Cuz I can't stand the storm...
My brain’s crinkled bad
The rain is drumming down
Wind blasts like a trumpet
Tempest is coming down
Drumstick hard
Raindrops hit
The heat wave freezes me
My blood ooze out sleazy
Self-evidently greasy
I can’t stand the storm (X16)
On strange terrain
prayin’ for a world
thats more tame
Their sources saying
all are from Abel or Cain
To say its ordained
Take in cold blood
And take the lord’s name
In veins that course
The same blue
As Pure flames
Poor skin marked
with shame
and war paint
And made to endure pain
Made to pour blood out
til the core’s drained
Now we spillin mud out
drains that stored rain
Dark clouds form
and the proud ignore claims
The crowds ignore warnings
We hate to force change
See I’m abroad planes
rides to foreign places
Drives to tour states
and eating off forks on
Plates thats gourmet
Makes me connect
The methane to the strain
That ate up Bourdain
same Hurricane on Houston shores
Whitney
Prince
and Cobain
Less is more sane
More names swallowed
by mine and your waves
The long lost always the cost of short gain
Long loss always the cost of short gain
Long loss always the cost of short gain
Dancing in the rain
Dancing in the rain
Too hot for me to chill
The Sahara’s a sirocco
Make a pillow a low pill
Rock N Roll gone rococo
Where can I find shelter?
I can’t stand the storm (X16)
The sky is full of drones
Aiming for me like I’m ISIS
Bad luck everywhere in the ozone
You know I’m in a crisis
The Arctic can’t be tropic
Not if you’re in love
Never is the weather just a topic
What’s below is what’s above
Who’s below is who’s above
I can’t stand the storm (X16)
Ain’t no tempest in a teapot
My troubles are steeped deep, deep
My tears cascade lava hot
I die when I drop asleep
I just die when I drop asleep
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9. |
TAO Pt 2
02:56
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-- Lyrics --
(We are always conquering nature
“Human nature” will be the last part of nature
To surrender to man
The battle will indeed be won but who, precisely, will have won it?
For the power of man to make himself what he pleases means, as we have seen, the power of some men to make other men what they please)
We living in a brave new world
Full of strange new cravings
A little less dope
And a lot more vaping
STI’s and other viral sensations
Just ‘cause it’s new
That don’t make it innovation
I had to switch up the vista
Flickr to Insta
Flipped thru some pictures
Man I clicked thru some sisters
Seen a Tegan and a Sara
Sabrina and a Lara
A Venus and Serena
And a Tia and Tamera
Im still looking for smthg
Im not seeing in the mirror
Will a million pictures
Really help me see it any clearer tho?
Are we looking for a miracle
Or merely pheromones
Or just not being alone
Growing weary?
Was talking all this theory
With a woman named Siri
I nearly fell in love
So I had to pull the plug
Seems kinda like we’re drug fiends
When what we stream
Hits the blood stream
Touching us deep
Beneath the touch screens
(The main objection is that if man chooses
to treat himself as raw material
Raw material he will be
We’ve been trying to have it both ways
It is impossible
Either we are rational spirit
Obliged forever to obey
the absolute values of “the tao”
Or else we are mere nature
To me kneaded and cut into new shapes
For the pleasures of masters)
We’ve been trapped in this fast-paced rat race
And now they turned the race track into ad space
Tracked, traced when I open up a map: waze
Or any chat-based app
In the last days
Where have all the poets gone?
Well can’t hold our focus long enough
with these emoticons and Pokemon gos
Trying to go beyond those
You gotta be, like, borderline Obi wan!
Bro, on my damn applications
Brand activations
Got it all now
Only don’t have the patience
I’m not saying let’s make a shift back to basics
But aint no spaceships got’ take us out this matrix
What we face is bonafide global-wide changes
Old ways is gone
cool but what are they replaced with?
Business as usual?
Business is brutal
And it’s so big now
That all resistance is futile
Let that dream die quick
And take a uber to the funeral
You could Facebook it live
and find the grave on google
Refusal to comply
can result in your removal
From a future they devise
‘Cause they decide who’s useful
(It is not that they are bad men
They are not men at all
Stepping outside the tao
They have stepped into the void
Nor are their subjects necessarily unhappy men
They are not men at all
They are artifacts
Man’s final conquest has proved to be
The abolition of man)
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10. |
Black Averageness
03:18
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-- Lyrics --
(So you’ve heard of Black Excellence
I love Black Excellence
Unfortunately this is not that
This is something different
Check it out)
I’m one of a billion
Paying the bills, man
Bills fan
Live in a building
My only drama’s all my children/All My Children
I’m chilling
We ayyyt
Not broke not rich
Only chalet that we going to is “Swiss”
I relate to a Fred Van vleet:
Im like swish, or I miss
Bish, you basic!
Well it is what it is
Look I say that I’m busy
Not that busy though
I’m not Diddy
Look at the video
Wifey works for the city
Pension’s litty
Y’all should retire
I do admire
Those who aspire
But I don’t really
Not trying to be flyer—
Canadian Tire
Life for us is already often catastrophic
So shout out all my Africans
Who learn to data process
To fatten up the pockets
Deal with racist bosses
Stanley at The Office
Turn it off and watch this
If you fall — Ok
Only ball ok
I just want you to know
That that’s all ok
If you just rap ok
Only trap ok
And you sing ok
Like Karaoke say… Oh!
(X2)
I’m a bizarre person
I look regular like a Levar Burton
more into the Star Trek than the Star Search
I'm hard workin
Shad is savage
Not a caddy
I'm just Black with baggage
Daddy with a daughter
I'd be happy if she match the average
People want to be bad but I won't
People want me to like jazz but I don't
wish I did
too many notes
Can I live?
At my crib?
We just folks
I'm a man, why I wanna be a GOAT?
I just wanna see us cope
we either stars or we broke
Like you either make em laugh or youre a joke
I'm like nope
I have every right to be
like a B or C
with a durag on while i ski
they dont get it
melanin paramedics
dentists, dental hygenists
or deliverin for UPS or Fed EX
Pops said it
If you fall — Ok
Only ball ok
I just want you to know
That that’s all ok
If you just rap ok
Only trap ok
And you sing ok
Like Karaoke say… Oh!
(X2)
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11. |
Garçon
01:12
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-- Lyrics --
(Ya Boy, Get in touch, TAO, Feel Good)
Lately I’ve been a great mood
Like listening hey Jude
On queludes in late June
With Jesus
mad ladies
And only like 8 dudes
I fix pain and I break
rules
I make loot and I pay
dues
I eat legumes
and grapefruits
Took a break and then I came thru like
You dont really hear the boy stop
Put his gifts back in the toy box
Everything I kick’s muay thai
All my drip’s soya sauce
Heads flip like he did a coin toss
Young Shade!
Demonstrated the dedication required
To move thru the fire
Distribute the flyers
In the cold
Where they aint no tissue for crying
And the issues is dire
He’s spit thru the wire
Bit thru brick
Chipped tooth
True grit
Desire
This is Handel’s Messiah
By a one-man choir
Ya boy
Garcon
(Ya feel good? The Abolition Of us)
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12. |
TAO Pt 3
05:55
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-- Lyrics --
Thanks for listening
to these cyanide diatribes
In this strange zoo
Where the snakes
Become lionized
Then we can’t Identify the pride
When it’s giant-sized
Bright orange
And not even trying to hide
Trying times
Tyrants flying by
Tech is one big private eye
I just want some heat
Why’s my thermostat’s trying to spy?
Legalized weed but the water’s more privatized
Damn… they leavin us literally high and dry
I’m a quiet guy
But the pattern is clear
From today’s data extraction
Back to them dragging us here -
First man was extracted from the land
To clear the way for extractin from the planet
Now extraction’s just expanded since
They dug up most of the gold and the granite
Now they digging in our souls
and their goal
is extractin our humanity -
All while distracting from the plan
Using literal codes the ppl can’t
And aren’t allowed to understand
Just a handful of companies
Tracking our every movement
We becoming less human
And they call it an improvement
But this aint nothin new its the
Just same despotic
sick logic
That saw all black bodies
As just objects
Now it’s magnified
‘cause we artists all pacified
We supposed to lead
Supposed to be the masterminds
The catalysts
The capitalists have us tied
Now we satirize
The same things we advertise..
Yes it’s as depressing as it sounds!
Even countin all the blessings
Doesn’t lessen the amount
It’s a lot -
So I’m down for
ppl stretching the accounts
To get counselling sessions
Or yoga stretches to the ground
or taking treks into the mountains
quick exits from a town
full of stresses
If it gets us
to the lessons of the Tao
Check it out —
Like Catholics and baptists
That truly practice
Love for all those still
on the road to Damascus
Free meals and masses
Life at long last
Said love’s only in blood
And it cant be kept in caskets
Look we really need to believe
And keep gathering
To keep battling
And keep on the path
we travellin’
It’s hard
home used to be where the heart is
Now its just another market
And everything is a bargain
And everyone is a target
Every month the apartment
Rentals jump in charges
Food —
I always had
But I never once
Could harvest
So I’m still starved in part
From eating garbage
Fake carbs in cartons
Aye, more ppl just need a job
Few ppl can keep the laws
More ppl perceive a problem
Few ppl can see the cause
Few ppl with real family
More ppl just tweetin “Squad”
More ppl leavin their bodies
Their deepest peace has been robbed
We seek relief in the products
And keep receipts
Cuz when we need to eat
That’s when ppl cheat
Greed, deceit
And other evils
seen and treated as legal means
No guillotines
And that’s the elitists’ dream
No revolution
Just so accustomed to corruption
That we shrug it off
Unsurprised anytime that we uncover fraud…
Then Its subtle how it ramps up
From the shadows to a travel ban
Like all of Pakistan plus
Anybody named Khalid’s in the Taliban — what?!
You can almost laugh
Til an Alexandre Bisonnete in Quebec City
Gets a kalishnakov and walks in a mosque…
Now fear is the climate
The mood’s violent
Truth silenced
Since they made the news biased
By saying stations should be free to spew lies and
Not have to broadcast peer-reviewed science
And free to sell anything long as you’ll buy it
We give less youth guidance
And make more schools private
Here
In the land where
the richest dwell
Sickest wealth
Heaven
But we sick as hell
Sickest health
Emotional Sickle Cell’s
Now the new normal
So as far as who is and
Who isn’t well
Well everyone’s too sick to tell -
Let’s lift the veil
Let’s break the witches spell
Spell it out on
a different wheel of fortune:
I’m saying’ it’s just a “L”!
Don’t be afraid
take a risk and fail
Or else sit in jails
Too many minds in
prison cells
bell hooks on my book case
Kristen Bell: I’m in a good place
With what’s written amidst the shelves
Inspired speech
I’m just trying
to applying the teachings
I’ve acquired reading
tales of liars, cheats,
and admired leaders
The irony is
Being down in the mire, deep
Might actually help us
reach the higher peaks
Even while it all feels
Entirely
Tire screech—Dire
Bleak as a secret diary
By The Wire’s
Police or Fire Chief
I’m still believing
More than ever in forever
In together
In a better world
V for vendetta girl
In that cell with the letter
I remember the rush
Of seeing We as a body
And remembering us
From parts dismembered
To peace when we re-enter in touch
When we Re-member
Re-assemble
Re-centre in trust -
Thats whats up!
Low fashion, Canadian style
But I was blessed with radiant smile
So come and stay for a while
Pray for the child
With the soul in his sound
to stay devout
until that hole in the ground
Im no more holy than thou
Just want us to be whole
And holding it down
No controlling the future
But we could take hold of the now
If we dont throw in towel
Shoulder to shoulder in crowds
Let’s decide
Before we bow
Close the show
And be out
TAO
(from parts to dismembered to peace
Remember this
Body
Parts to dismembered to peace
Re-member
Re-member
Reassemble
As a body
Re-enter in touch)
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Shad Toronto, Ontario
Shad is a Juno Award-winning rapper from London, Ontario and the host of Netflix’s Hip-Hop Evolution. His albums have been recognized for their sharp lyrics and soulful arrangements.
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