Cavendish's Papers Lyrics


2. ATLANTIS

-Brannum-
Well, we can start with the conscious. Chain me down but let me feel free in the process. We built this town with a concept, now it spills and drowns out your Mozart with bomb threats. We’ll steal the life of the party just to still that clown and sit him down for the final portrait. This is the age of the repair woman, generation ‘war hero’. A time to not know when to forfeit. We’ve decorated our cage and reconditioned our brains, but something subtle says we’re all repeating history. When getting burned within the heat of the moment is the trend, our secrets expose and the tan skin turns to blistering. So? Trade in your good intentions, but look upon yourself as superior to the ones who understood reflection… and know, Atlantis grew up as a thinking tank with open arms. A single child carrying the queens mistake with no regards for slipping through the shackles, making the broken palms adhere and appear to form a peace sign as we mossy on. Keep your lips sealed but secretly know the song to contrast the progress when oppositting pro is con. The domino effect is setting in. As water hits our calves we panic. No one taught us how to swim while we were gripping flags.

-Tommy Fox-
They only catch phrases like ‘entertain me now’, but they wont quit until your will is renounced. The interpretation of the information you found is of the winners of the wars who write history. The monetary embodiment of a voice is the choice of the republic. Nowadays the winners of wars offers the poor academic substance and create fear with punishment, all to influence what you’re wondering. These princes justify the means with their ends. Simple subjects afraid to make friends. Cuz the regime depends on fear so you depend on them for protection. History repeats so… entertain me now.

-Nick Bianco-
Entertain me and just keep exploring sex and resort to incest in this population power struggle. War with the insects. Just sign above the dots, right below all the big text. Ignore the small box, it’s just more of what this says… And then they opened the door before I asked. I couldn’t see the floor anymore. The place was packed and my seat was painted black cuz I sat in the back as these power play performers form the patriot act. While defacing the facts the only voice in the room used supreme authority over majority rules. Cuz it aint normal to lose wars, the more I watch the news, the more I find it harder to choose between the right views. I’d like to move on and forget their mistakes and replace everything else with whatever it takes. You never see them from the distance, but you can smell them close under your nose with some persistence. They say a lot of things but what they mean is never different. they’ll paint us all terrorists by lack of definition.

-Hook-
Atlantis, as a history repeating.
We’re perfecting the drown. The modern man’s Amerigo Vespuccian canvas had been tainted from the beginning, we’re painting it now.
The whole world and America disputing.


3. DEAD SOON

-Nick Bianco-
I do it all for me know, forget who it was before. IT goes one two and three four for people I should see more. I count me friends the same way and keep a list. It’s only three deep in thought, that’s it and all the there is. Independent, though we can finish each others sentence. Cuz repentance comes with help when held accountable for ethics. Not to mention, that my best friend counts his blessings. Brannum never does. Independent thinkers alike, that’s it and all there ever was. Remember us as underground and far from where the cops be cuz we’re selling dope and dwelling deep when slanging Tommy Fox beats. But you cant cop these. Youd suck the best if we would let you except even emcees who suck don’t stink as much as Brannums bedroom.

-Brannum-
This life’s a lot to digest, so I can see why you don’t get it. Making movements that are more about the steps than where you’re headed. And you do this between a rock and hard place for the benjamins, thinking a lack of funding led to sculptures severed limbs. Remember him as more complete by leaving faults for you to judge, like self admitted room for growth that couldn’t happen soon enough. Where idle hands will only be entitled to what you can touch, you will choke if your time comes. The sum of two and two is what? So loose the buzz, the rabbits in your hat and aces up your sleeve. Pull that disappearing act right now and wonder what you’d leave. Sitting behind the curtain waiting for your time to be. You need not be uncertain, cuz you needn’t use your mind to see. The assistant’s a bitch. The magician’s lost his magic, and sometimes humans fall to repetition out of habit. The assistant’s a bitch. The magician’s lost his magic, and you hold that rubix cube like it’s just a block of plastic.

-Tommy Fox-
All the emcees think they’re nice but only these three seem to fit. Cuz they’re like ya this beat is tight but they complain about the speed of it. They rap about their penises, don’t know they touch what Jesus did. But we celebrate Brannum’s birthday on December 25th until they get their days straight. She easily forgets that im not one to hide a mess, I just try not to relate to baby steps. Take my time, though I’m more likely to age from stress. It’s all in turn, I guess were blessed with the intent to make the best of it. So don’t ask me where heaven is. I do not know where I came from. Your religion promotes censorship and beats you with the same drum. They sing songs of faith and confine you to what is literal. Standing single file party lines still haven’t defined ’liberal’. this political correction is a less meaningful slang, so if I don’t talk in new speak, at least I know I’ll hang. Your invisible reflection gives you nothing to be ashamed, so if I keep sticking my neck out, I can be sure of one thing…

-Hook-
I’ll be dead soon. But I’ll grow from what don’t kill me. Until independent thought is all there is and ever will be. I’ll be dead soon. Forever is not your life span I’ll be dead soon. God’s a black woman, not a white man. I’ll be dead soon.
The one who created us was on drugs
And we’re still the sons of god
As much as Jesus ever was.


4. BREATHING ON MY CULTURE

-Tommy Fox-
When I forget about the energy it takes me over naturally. A modern day habitat with primitive mentality. Where casualties are casual with words describing fashion. Asprin at hand recounting what has happened. From this view its limited. Tolerance and understanding come in second hand because I knew me first. So the hurt lurks with the addictive personality who fears change and gets what he asks for with his actions, for kicks. When they kick back karma makes sense. Every following depends on the language and how you phrase it. They split hairs, counting ways that they’ve been blessed, while I consider the meaning of the title they gave it. They make the miracle with children all ears, and the following is listening to what they want to hear. Social mirrors are desensitized, see what they saw. Years of mint conditioning. What is it that you paid for? I’ll donate to your wake up call, but its on you to answer.

-Hook-
I woke up to dragons
breathing on my culture
They make the rules and enable them with holsters
Who enforce the laws, some more often than not
So celebrate the jaw life
like it’s the only one you got

-Tommy Fox-
I’ve got a pocket full of change I want to waste, so I’ll give two pennies a song and let you tell me my place. While you stay beside the point I’ll stand behind what I believe is right and see who can sit and listen at the same time. Never scored high with human judges, even with a smile. The less hair that I have, the more they treat me like a child. Now who’s judgment is impaired? Life aint fair and its hard to find someone who truthfully cares. Its hard to find someone who truthfully has no fears. Its hard to find someone truthful period. I’m aware that you were not put here to just stand and stare. I want to put all of you in my prayers, but I don’t care enough. Sit and stair at cups, like I wonder what your thinking, because I wont cop a feel without you giving me good reason. You can see it from the distant stares, I don’t judge this climb with years, and aint set out to be a profit. Tear up when you hear there aint no place like home, because you really don’t know and it shows.


5. THE HILLS DIED

-Brannum-
As the hours grow near, I saw my inner child holding a spear to ward of one of my best friends and hold it sincere that because of me, we haven’t spoken in years. I taught you love from a puncture wound and photo finish token careers. Every minute was a winning blow for someone else’s victory, and trust was just the horse with the catchiest name. Saddle up, double down and let it ride. Leave those tickets out to dry just to find you’ll lose exactly the same for splitting love. My Polaroid of acres wearing ashes says ‘either die alone and focus on your music or spend a thousand pages at the tracks with an actress, in a never ending scene that the director feels is useless.’ So that’s a wrap, you’ve been a genuine acquaintance, but my documented alibi for dead insinuations says that hours grow near, and minutes have no patience, plus, we ran the horse two years to burn down the reservation.

-Hook-
The hills died and the stables were lost
We set a fire oath with miles to be blazon across
Before the time when you’d be able to leave
It didn’t take smelling smoke on your clothes to know the flames were in reach.

-Brannum-
And if you still recall the day that you walked… there was a likeness in my eyes while I was waving you off, because you still act like someone paid you to leave. You caught me setting fires and through the smoke you were unable to see. The fable of a trees ability to flourish in a graveyard is spreading from me to you, and the horses took the day off. The hills died. An inner child has since become a great boss, directing documentaries for everything the flames cross.


6. LOST HOPE

-Nick Bianco-
There’s not much on my mind, at least there aint much today. That took a second to write down and eight months to say. I’m not the type that tries to act proper. Kids say that I’m not the type that only has love for gays on opposite day. So you can paint your face and call me liberal, when haters hate they’re pitiful, fake and hardly literal, meaning not real. Now that same cat the cops killed is now freezing roosters just to prove he’s got a cock still. But rap is not real. The last cat I thought ill proved himself to be unprepared when he forgot skill. Hip hop is not ill and certainly hasn’t been dope since I misplaced my Non Prophets cd and lost hope. Emcees should be comedians, I mean I got jokes, and what’s mine is yours, that’s why what I’m eating is never nachos. Help yourself to a plate of bloody pot roast and follow it up the next night with heart disease tacos. I used to eat my cookies with milk. Now I suppose if I have to spill, I’d rather be wearing silk. So then like a true pimp, I’ll probably have to smack my bitch, but with a whip that don’t exist… like the only girl I miss. Those memories in the mystery box, with its rickety lock, that sticks though, deliberately lost. Its fixed, my history’s gone, it switched into a song that’s mixed to be about as long as this sonnet is. If I were a battle cat I’d be bombing kids who must try to be pathetic, thinking that’s what Nostradamus is. And thought prophetic was something close to harmlessness, but when the light go out you’ll be asking who’s arm is this?’ The names Nick, I’m from the farm where karma lives. I grow my own vegetables in the barn of heartlessness. No stranger to phones, loans and parting gifts, that’s why I question every partnership, no matter how large the bargain is.


7. PICTURE PERFECT

-Tommy Fox-
All I want is you to picture perfect. All I want is you. Picture perfect. All I want is you to picture perfect with your words. All I want is you. Picture perfect. Persons doubling as surgeons, you look nice, but I’m here to help you decide witch is the right cut. Lifting you right up. Ride up with the commercial wars. Branches battling tree and it hurts you more. Found more to explore on my knees and this sort of disease is inevitable unless you conduct the studies of cause and effect, with either an ‘a’ or an ‘e’. personally I’m a type ‘b’ and I’m patient to a certain degree. Or another person might be on your mind, and they should when you be rocking wood you use to kindle your own fire. No wire can trip me up quite like this, so I kindle my relationships and keep my outlook positive.

-Hook-
All I want is you. Picture perfect, certain of your purpose. Visions of a surplus but you don’t know where to start first. All I want is you. Picture perfect. Visions of a surplus. Certain of your purpose but you just don’t know where to start. And all I want is you, picture perfect, visions of purple hearts. Visions of a surplus, but you don’t know where to start.

-Tommy Fox-
All I wanted was a perfect picture, yeah, all you asked for was a perfect picture. But all your passion’s occupations have been had and forced to wait for nothing more than extraordinary office space. All too great, none the less. Stress breeds apologies. “I’m sorry, Thanks for holding my hair while I was vomiting“. True friends? Probably. Certain of what you want to believe, understanding it comically. Positive it’s me, Tom Emcee. But names lessen with impressions. Confessions aren’t confined to a deity, but I’m easily approachable if you mean speaking to me. Greetings aint a breeze. I’m pasting you into my entire scheme. It holds me down to earth. Treating the egos for what their worth. It’s a personal best. it’s the puff in your chest that I learned from what left you impressed. Interested in your own sea of mess, you’re a catch. And the guesses are inept. Pay less, expect less, boy, earn some respect. Calling it indirect and keeping yourself in check. Subliminal is an overstatement. All the waiting for change is irritating, pulsating to death.


8. JUST HUMANS

-Nick Bianco-
She found me vacant in the basement, with nothing going on. A blank face with a blanket, slowly choking on songs, because I think I wrote them wrong, and I’m never satisfied, and the day the magic died I saw through her bad disguise. To be true, I’m glad I’m high. And that’s probably disappointing to you, dad, but I aint been through half the shit that you have. So be glad and accept this deception as a gift because sometimes the truth is best when its missed. Believe me, I was sure of gods existence, but, just this, because sometimes Christians get it twisted. Get too proud and miss it, too loud and specific. Like, I’m right, and you’re wrong. Lets look at the statistics, which brings new meaning to this ignorance is bliss shit. I’m sure the bible helps as well as everything else we’re given. So maybe we were created by god, and god being a name that’s overrated because they say it a lot. And what you think I’m saying, I’m not. I’m just assuming nothings absolute when playing with thoughts. And no, I don’t believe in magic at all. I believe if we were created, we were allowed to evolve. And deceived by human greatness on the ground that we walk, the riddle would be simple if humans couldn’t talk.

-Hook-
Were just humans, that’s all we are, and if we leave it open ended, we can never be wrong.


9. LOVE’S A CARNIVAL

-Brannum-
A separated lost and found sophisticated what’s seen, so close your eyes and hope the rides this year will keep you intrigued. We all want lines worth surviving in, deep rooted dreams to keep reminded that the time we spent has sequels unseen. But I was addicted to the way that you shine, yelling ‘step on up’ like you had found the perfect waste for my time. I know I never cut it when you based it on height, although I’ve seen much smaller men than me with places in line. This carnival’s immaculate dance is looking more like cramped space with an active enhancement. Cronies calling out relief for every panic attack because adjoining tin cans had canceled answering back. Now money lost found the perfect outlet to fill my endlessness and two with the cognitive cogs to feel the benefits. Like god and a positive outlook helped assemble this ship? No one knows the glitter gone when your expenses hit. So pack up to a new town and start spending shifts. Return your old body full of dents and nicks because my apprehensive pitch holds a prediction to the odds that I would ever win a price if I had listened. I meant to mean it when I told you I was leaving. Weaving webs over lies all for one golden achievement, but, your gone now. Too close to death to keep a secret and too far to do a damn thing when I would hear you screaming. Attempt to save yourself and change the seasons without migrating to chase the sun away and say ‘its even’. leaves of fall found a resting place today, amongst the tree limbs. Only half a year ago, but this is what I’ve seen since. You left, and unpredictably, I’m doing just fine. Just got used to the fact that all this baggage is just mine. with out the ’us’ time I’ve focused on myself more. No longer the carnivorous uneducated, who fell short. And felt torn when it was a matter of miles that separated what you’d say and how it’d shatter my smile. So scatter days through calendars in patterns of guile, and I’ll forgive you, because you’ll be back in a while. And we’ll continue shinning lights as if the other don’t exist, but every ride is a reminder, and no one spoke of open lists on how to find her in broken hearts clubs, that don’t enlist. You get invited for a trial term and line up just like this… the first time around, I never thought I would leave. This town was stagnant and for two years you brought it to life. But second glances show some things just aren’t as they seem. As a child I saw a carousel and hopped on to ride. Love is a carnival an ever changing traveling scheme. The last time I saw a Ferris wheel I wanted to die.


10. NAKED WITH SATAN

-Nick Bianco-
When the clouds rolled in, they reigned and understood me. it’s a shame you call me shady, ill just blame it on my hoody. Winter clothes, I don’t know If I just like the way they fit or its more in support for all of my vintage thrift stores. Because I believe that the finished image is yours, including skin soars, when without truth, isn’t indoors. They look amazed, like, “hey, this kid really is poor. As far away from television brains is what he lives for.” Then she zoned out, and forgot to complete her sentence. As the screen screamed expensive meaning stop thinking and get it. Then they offered her a chain, said it’d help her find her fads, with for the blind reminder adds to reminder her to buy designer bags. Just please find her dad, at least just make him aware that his daughter’s running naked with Satan and changed her hair.

-Tommy Fox-
When the crowds rolled in they multiplied and reigned supreme. it’s a shame you give your kids their names and don’t know what they mean. Metaphors, I don’t know if you just hope that they grow into them, but they do what you did, Chip the block, get you feeling like a kid again. From the business end. Vote for who holds and supports your interest. Big business isn’t on every corner because their food’s delicious. So check who made your britches and don’t smile through collagen lips. I’m making Christian Christmas get rich quick lists for my friends. Independent, though we can finish each others sentence. Dumb it down for your children, hope they start thinking and get it. Because the motive stays the same, they’re trying to find something to tax, like your concepts and your bags, and you’ll never see them back. Manufactured glass ceilings even built the house to match. A stones throw away from homelessness, I’m talking trash.

-Brannum-
When the ballots rolled in, I saw the prophecy in Orwell. It’s a shame you bought that flag and still cant understand that war sells a patriot. I don’t know if you had wishes to inspire lust, or just figured the horse you’re sitting on aint shit till it’s higher up. But you carved out philosophical where the brothel’s given a pious touch. Pushed your bearded white guy in the sky who’s kid had died for us. Holding a pimp-like quality and acknowledging we admire tough. So ego’s will be just fine, the question is, can I adjust? When I’ve just been tapped out and just doesn’t define fair, and fairly off the subject raises the object of our blind stares. We love it. Ignoring that this is the type of love that kills you. So start thinking and get that what was prophesized is still due. Like a call to your father as to make him understand that his daughter ran in full clothes with Jesus, but changed her plans.


11. TOO MUCH TALK

-Tommy Fox-
They told me, don’t ever change. Stay the same, they said. Whatever it is that people like you do, you’ll be great at. I sure hope so. I know you see something I don’t. its so symbolic, call it what you were feeling when it approached. A cycle this sarcasm isn’t gonna fix, so I’ll bite my tongue until it learns to respect you. I’ll let it bleed until I’ve learned my lesson. More questions and less guessing. Probably ask more than once, as if the first three times never happened. Exhausted the meaning in my habits. We’ve adapted and can see how average real life can be. Try to grip the breezes, tell me change isn’t free.

-Hook-
And you love the way it sounds when you make someone proud. Its out of reach. Reaching out. Being told to speak louder about a rock and a hard place to talk about. I’ve thought too much about too much talk.
Put a price on your wish. Wish wish on a prize.
Conflicts arise when you lie awake in bed, because they don’t remember everything you’ve said.
I’ve thought too much about too much talk.

-Tommy Fox-
So you build me up and I’ll break it down. Unproving your point, clown face to face. My town meets every two weeks and the whole thing is just a small waste of space. They look over grace and call it all great.
Not calling all day doesn’t mean I don’t think about what it doesn’t mean. Unclean shower of earthly things. Good thing you were wearing your ring. Already steady, waiting for you to catch me up.
One offensive touch sticks out for many, but when the tension rusts and the bridge breaks, I’ll be at the bottom of the wishing well collecting pennies.


12. LAUGHING AT US

-Nick Bianco-
They’re all laughing at us, telling jokes I don’t get. And all we do is smile back and admire their wit. But their strategic grin cant begin to fuck with my shit cuz when they laugh, they laugh like this… it makes me sick. So I get go, cuz I see through these crazy schizo. I switched rolls and noticed that these peep holes may be windows. Lazy kinfolk talk a lot, as they explain to me their plans, but I can plainly see their stance by the way they shake my hand. Claiming something till they followed through with nothing, like, “oh yea, I was gonna if it hadn’t have been for someone“. Placing blame on who? And pointing fingers cuz its you. Been eating fruit since I knew that a creature wasn’t food. And that’s as sure as I’m a dude.
Do what I believe is right. Bleeding white, red and blue, and cry myself to sleep at night. I can’t explain it. The walls are painted, tainted with black. They have no need to speak because they can say it with laughs. Like, “here’s some credit, yeah, good luck paying it back“. I learned what debt is from the headless stuck invading Iraq. Erase the facts. Bend the rules until they break ‘em in half. Keeping blood banks packed for those who pay them in gas. As if it’s worth it. Fakes will say what makes the face perfect, to the eye, in a shirt and a tie. I’ve seen them shirtless. Get them working then extort them of their share in advance, through a mask made of cash and spare American flags.

-Hook-
And they’re saying what they’ve always said. They’ll butter you with jokes and hope you got a humorous sense. Ya, you’re laughing cuz they’re building a fence. They’ll laugh when you finally understand that fences keep you in.

-Tommy Fox-
They’re all laughing at you while you laugh at baboons. Holding fire to your silver spoons, they find it humorous. They choose for us while you sedately laugh, turning jokes into facts and misjudging your income bracket. They find it funny when you think you’re in their class, and they just sell you some crap, and you’ll leave it at that. They make you feel important while your getting extorted. They upsized your portions and now you eat more shit Cuz they sell it and they stare at yeah, like don’t you love America? I’m like, “who?”, I just be consuming carrots. While they debate over what marriage is, its all a big embarrassment. They don’t eat freedom fries and ration their fairlessness. Say they’ve tried tongue and cheek, like we cant please you all. The few represent the many. They don’t let us evolve. I don’t call it like I see it, not until I’m involved. They don’t do nothing strategic except lead you to the mall. You can agree with me, or you can be wrong. You want a bolder line between you, but you need their pens to draw.


13. BALD EAGLE

-Hook-
This is an ode to the moonlight with new strings attached. Who needs going green when they lowered the price of gas? I laugh at almost anything less fortunate or different. Neglected sense of humor when I’m in the same position.

-Brannum-
There’s a noose with a tattered ring just beyond the battle scene, and now it fits my neck perfectly. Flattering. I’ve learned to take it casually and put a happy face on, to savior day disgracefully paint about these days gone. With grays on, I’ll more accentuate what can’t be caged, and hues of blue explain that I cant stay long. I’m pleasing rain storms, so don’t exclaim you’ve been stained, and blame it on yourself if you had suede on. Like you’ll rearrange now and they’ll all remember your name, but would sure know you’ve changed, so just stay wrong. They can market it, and make it seem a ok to go and cop another necklace with your day jobs minimum wage, when the diamonds are on sale down at Kays… not the only place they wont remind you, slaves got

-Sub-Hook-
nothing to say for having nothing to show because nothing but pain helps you do nothing but grow. A friendly form of escape that keeps you under control. When the bald eagle sinks his bloody eyes to your soul.

-Brannum-
That will be a form of escape that clears the conscience of a tyranny. To pigeon-hole the bald eagle and blackball the irony in ‘under funded education’ ‘robots designed to breath’ and ‘Uncle Sam-hand crafted man with easy minds to read’. the books they don’t burn, they wont give you time to see and are added to the list of things you wont learn like, we’re kinda free. But meanwhile we’re stomping in their sandbox and beat around the bush administration like a dance off. Damn pops… we caught you with your pants down. You gave us that big brother one liner and put your hands out like, stand proud and listen as the stock market crashes, with a noose around your neck to feel you control what happens.


14. HATE HER THOUGH

-Nick Bianco-
Now I’m not really sure if its even worth mentioning, but the world would be a better place if whites worked for Mexicans. Try opening your mouth, it might work, the lesson is. So take this with a grain of salt and let us in. It’s getting cold outside. I burned my check for the week. With singed eyebrows I speak, specifically stretch my speech, and then listen, because there’s a pretty girl next to me and I’m wondering if she’s listening. She better be. Cuz im’a furnish our house with milk crates and energy, and brag about the paradise no fake will ever see. Then sometimes I shut up and let her say clever things. And she knows I mean smile when I say pleasure me. I looked at the clock, I thought she’d never leave. Failed to see her watch couldn’t seem to measure things, or it was off or lost. Never found, never seen. Severed wings from a back that I don’t remember seeing. Fuck that, turn around. I think you should take me home. I could never kill a human being, I fucking hate her though. By now I do hate you. You said the pain was short term. Instead I’m stuck in bed, still wondering when it’s your turn. I’ve watched the shore burn without a way to keep track of all those times you said I love you without ever meaning that. I catch myself dreaming back and notice hopeless breeding facts. Bleeding black for meaning lack. In a state of needing back. Seen through desperate pleading acts. Just to show that you’re my weakness and your claws cut the deepest. I’m sorry but you should see this. My heart’s apart and leaking, scarred and partly vegan. Starting evenings thinking dark then start to pick apart the weekend. Hardly breathing, hand on chest, like, “yes my heart is beating“. Only check cuz I’d be best left dead. Far from demons. “Its in your head she said“, words apart from meaning. I gave my last “I love you” then parted and started bleeding. I heard nothing for weeks, I waited, made it my nest. Since she left she’s only come home once, for sex. So I don’t care who you fuck or who you choose to lend your stuff, cuz guess what, I’m in love and plus, all your friends are sluts.


15. WILLOW TREE

-Tommy Fox-
They told me, you grow the wrong way. The willow tree said, come on bro, lets hang. And it seems my feet have dangled over them ever since I found trees. Try to pull me to their earthly ways but I aint convinced, to say the least. They keep you hopeful like you’re doing all you can. You cant afford local and you think you buy American. They gave me a fine on fourth of July to pay the bills. It doesn’t register because I never see the till. They nickel and dime in the parking meter line. I feed them for other people and contribute to victimless crimes. Guilty of treating your problems like they’re mine. Indirect democracy serving time…

-Nick Bianco-
which is your problem, but still you tend to act like its mine while searching inside a box for something you’ll never find. As long as you cant see that this aint between you and me, and we aint free because we watch t.v. constantly in pursuit of youth that they pervert and call it loot. Just watch the monkey follow suit then watch the monkeys follow you. Its like pickles and wine, the aftertaste it leaves behind. Yeah, sometimes I bite the bait, but only if I need the line. A mind full of tight screws and loose leafs. No famed friends or groupies, I only hang with fruit trees…

-Brannum-
that cast a new meaning to old rules, so take what you need. As if this harvest only ends to be replaced with new seeds. Progressing footholds your mouth’s words. State what you see. And they’ll come out worse than they sounded while you were making believe that they would sprout first. Learn to turn your whispers to an outburst. Now you found their main concern was raking in leaves. In turn I grow wrong. Well, that was something natural you wrote on, so follow the trail of sap to the place that I bleed. To think, the world is so enveloped in these new pseudo mechanics, and the underground is tainted with its demons spitting arsenic. Somewhere in between digging to the roots and hanging in a hammock is a problem and criteria that causes it.


16. KINDA KINDER

-Tommy Fox-
I found it wet and slippery, if you didn’t bring the right equipment trying to fix it can be quite a mystery. But it leaves something to solve like the fixing of a misfit gene. Thinking I’m wet and dirty, but I’ve only been slipping upon these walls. And it calls to my attention like a leaky second story bath tub. Looking up, like, how hard can it really be? But I aint trying to answer questions, but always try to answer questions. So I ride a wide direction and contest to who’s is wider.

-Hook-
I’m kinda kinder sometimes. I see where they’re coming from. More than other times when it feels more like my puppet’s numb. got a fist between their ears and loves to run for fun. I cant come unannounced because she’s always on the run.

-Brannum-
I found it wet and slippery, for the most part unimportant to be focused a leaky faucet on the second floor when there’s extortion to a grand scale, weighing the fortress. The basement and foundation are the sources. Misfit genes you’re forced in are porous and you feel you’re unobtainable. So either there’s problems with the pipe or the container’s full. Strain and pull your mood swings. Push them like the underdog you always saw yourself to be, before you started to wonder off. I’ve known a hundred gods, most of them with last names that aren’t the English orthodox that brought your empty glass shame. Upper class games played out through a plebian, where everyone that’s manic depressive managed to keep it in. I’m seeing skin that doesn’t match your better affect. Drowning in a tub if everything except your back’s wet. Looking up like, how hard can it really be?

17. FADE AWAY

-Brannum-
I keep having this dream where I’m stranded at sea. At a losing pace and holding dear to a capsized boat. It appears that the beard was near completion. There’s a pier that’s within reach but was sinking in the chances I’d float. These wise quotes were said when no one’s around it. Nautical distance I’d been given had me hoping I drown. New depth scared me to death. I’m an excellent swimmer but still wear wings like I’m weary, and a vest like a beginner. So clearly there’s something out of sequence. The caliber was nightmare, the current sea was frequent. And every time I’d wake up, she’d have a brand new reason that she would ask my tired heart to sleep in. Like the deep end. I’ve seen it beat and bloom through day breakable packaging. And know your fragile content that tells us all exactly what tragic means. I’m being honest when I want to make excuses to turn right from the pier and sink what’s left in the blueness of a nightmare, when I finally made it back to my humanity and never even managed washing the salt from my hair. I had locations to your vessel and arrived with a cavalry to save you, to find someone was already there.

-Hook-
A note to you dear, the pen is mightier than the blade.
Im putting messages in bottles, putting bottles to the waves.
Through my critique and analysis you’ll get what you crave, and that’s life.
Maybe that was what you meant when you told me you couldn’t stay.

-Brannum-
So now I dream about your heart being a bear trap with blood stains, my one home and what I see on targets at the gun range. The sunken boat that found a floating old achievement where a house isn’t a home if it got broken into pieces, right? Ok. That’s how I know that you’re still dreaming, because I woke alone and frozen, while I’m rowing into reason. And you choked on the salt water notion of my freedom. From your soapbox, sails up, hoping that the breeze ends. And at the bottom of your new list of buckets is a last ditch effort through a cool quick discussion. Like I know that I don’t need you and I still hope that reaches you time, but your little boat is missing something. So pin your tails, kissing up to the fire, and scold the wet lips you kissed with a failing desire. The day we saw it all retired from the gift that was inside her. It was invisible and weightless but makes a bucket lighter. So divide up the equality and wet clothes. This is an apology for miles never swam and doors I let close. For singing of the dream where we nailed in every plank and the nightmare when it sank. Ya, this is for singing of all the dreams where we had nailed in every plank to a boat, then we made it not float. Imagine that.

18. FUCKING LOVE HER

-Nick Bianco-
I fucking love her cuz she loves me back and wants to sex my flows. The only person that, when I say “I’m crazy“, says “I know“. And its appreciated cuz I’m just not the type to argue. Always know where I stand cuz where I am, you are too. Art is food. Smart enough to know that smart is cool and we should probably play this back the day our kids are starting school. A lazy day to kick back. In fits ripped and mismatched. didn’t act the way they act to kiss ass and ditch class. At the same time never took a thing that aint mine. But still I tend to do it right, always tempted to take time. If I could only make my mind, I’d wrap it up and give you that as reciprocation for the day my heart gained its rhythm back. So thank you and thank god for luck upon us. My trust is honest. Trust me, I fucking promise. I fucking promise this is as real as songs get, and those who say we’ll last long don’t even know what long is. I learned we’ll last forever through my words and pictures you took when I sped ahead of time and read some history books. We’re both famous, its just early for them to know, cuz we exist in times beyond this but our friends don’t. and since you already know, I’ll tell you something you wont, all the words they’re calling dope I cant be sure I even wrote. Its just honest to say I learn from myself, or I’m a prophet who teaches logic better than wealth. I lost my wallet in attempts to better myself. The sky aint falling, it fell. I’ve seen better weather in hell. And it’s a pleasure to smell the stink from treasures they sell. Claim to measure it well then thank whoever they tell. You’re not the greatness, your fake shit aint as real as it seems. And when I say it, all they say is what the hell does that mean? I’d rather dwell with drag queens who yell when smelling half clean. Act mean but lie well, can tell that you excel at acting. But never sure, no matter how absolute it seems. Never satisfied means, doing things in twos and threes. Never mean to human beings, they aint seen what I see. Call it true, I say it might be. Hate me or hate hyphy. Though I hope you like me, I aint changing at all unless change means evolve, not make it and ball. You cant take what is gone. You want the game? Take that. You fake, wack chains and hats cant make tracks. You rape rap and pass framed acts as all true? I milked hip hop, wrote a song and got you.


19. SMOKE DOPE AND RAP

-Tommy Fox-
So if ignorance is bliss, I guess the opposite is this. because the topics just persist and the clock continues to tick. You’ve got one on your wrist so its interesting you’re late. Your stylishness dominates significance like its brave. So listen what they say, some day you’ll rule the world. Off a mountain top I found a rock, they told me not to hurl, but human nature isn’t saved by grace as often as you preserve your face with hopes for future praises. You catch those rays, but your radiance is fake cuz your wages pages show the amount of sun your skin will take. Your off color skin tone is something to show that you have free time and the only culture you know. Your office is enclosed with indoor plants. You’re out of touch and you need something to show you get out much. So you go get clothes and indoor tans. Without a crutch I cant imagine where you find a place to stand. Not concerned with where, whereas I am. Cuz you wanna know the native dance and learn to shake your ass, but class is getting lower to the floor, so its ok to smoke dope and rap about it because you’re poor.

20. BREAK THE BOX

-Nick Bianco-
I see the thugs. They all want to look nice, of course, in their lugz. Wearing them on pavement with shorts just because it’s become cool to wear boots. I wish it was something new, like a crew who shared shoes that don’t care to scare you. Yeah, I used to own a pair too. Its rare to become aware and learn to share your spare food and want to spare the air too. Instead, your only care is booze, oh pardon me, brews. don’t hang with slang nor care to. Cuz like a bear I tear through this garbage and bare fruit. You insist that you exist, but still I just stare through your glares, cuz they’re rude. Like “hey, this aint fair dude. I know the chain I’m wearing’s cool with my blaring hair do“. “Like you have to see me. I hope you like the way I look. I probably could have read a book with all the time that this took. I stood and shook every cranny, all I’m finding is nooks, which is a good place to hide. Now I’ll be fine as a crook. But every dime that I took was buying time for good looks cuz me and style go together like a rhyme and a hook. And I’d feel fine if I could. don’t dare call me insecure. Just know that I’ll be kissing her, doing lines and missing turns. Try and find the missing words to describe, listen. Learn. Every bitch I fucked I earned, which sucks, now when I piss it burns. And I cant take it. I lost my bracelet, now I’m naked. I just want to go home. I aint sick but I can fake it.”

-Tommy Fox-
I tried following sheep, but they just followed me. Chasing after dollar bills that had strings attached. And I’m tugging but the battle will be worth the war once you see yourselves wearing hats and sunglasses indoors. Dress accordingly, its your routine. And occasionally you even match your hat with your shoestrings. You all look the same as the fashion show you emulate. They integrate supply with demand, manipulating reason. The fad killed the fist raising. Civilized heathens, and made them think they hate the mainstreaming. They cling and embrace because they have no hands, so machines take their place. Now they buy expensive pants. The reasons stay the same, they do it cuz they always have. They really cant complain cuz they don’t see the bad. But you all shop at the same stores and take more than you give, it shows by the way you wear your clothes like you aint poor. Fake ornaments, I don’t care what you’re worth. Sometimes I think they’ll never outgrow those shirts. Ya, the thugs, wearing rhinestones on the shorts with the lugz. Never step one foot in the mud but brush them twice a day, just to look nice for us

-Hook-
So put me in a box, then put the box inside your head, then break the box. Now where am I?

21. THIS DREAM

-Tommy Fox-
I woke up and she was beautiful. Looking down at me with a face of smeared white light that seemed to glow, and the streets seemed to float around the gondola. She offered advise and I’ve been doing my best to recreate the sounds she made with light. She spoke with instruments and words this world is yet to hear, but will. Just like I haven’t been to Venice, but these empty streets were real. No dream could ever be so conscious, nor consciousness so surreal. Colors matched the music. She smiled and sat contently still. Every feeling that I’ve had since, proves this is no accident. Stood atop a picket fence, eventually crashed into the concrete. I woke up alone this time. Seeing stars cuz I wasn’t in the city. I stood and went inside to where the people were, they said you look pale. We smoked and said lets get some fresh air. I woke up and you were beautiful. Looking down at me with brown eyes that seemed to glow, and the crowd seemed to shrink. You asked if I was ok, but I was still seeing picket fences, leaning up against them. When I wake up this is endless. You said the door opened and I saw you fall. I dropped everything and ran to you from across the street. And honestly if it hadn’t have been for you I would have stayed where I was. You killed my buzz. I said you were, you said I was. And waking up I saw you from a point of view that seemed to be the only one worth seeing. Pulling from the roots to wake up wakeup call. I could have watched the dream house burn from the inside but I didn’t because of you… you… you… you… you…

-Nick Bianco-
You asked me where I was before. I don’t know, I ignore that. Who cares anyway is what it says on my doormat. She should have read that then turned and ran away. Instead she chose to lend a hand and invent a plan to stay. I grand display, in which I’m pretty sure she made yesterday and said things her predecessor would never say. Yeah the same one that lurks in the night, saying it’s all for the better and turns out to be right. I’m saying thank you for letting the cat out of the bag. And being the first and last girl to say I treat her bad. And I when I told you I was sorry, I meant sorry for myself. Its hard to feel sorrow for an angel sent from hell. Which aint far from the current place I dwell. Turns out heaven is a place on earth that isn’t decorated well. She said she’d been there and learned what life is, and secretly I wish that every day was like this night is. Though she stared, she seemed to care what I was writing, which alone was enough to leave me frightened. Scared but enlightened. She taught me ways to resurrect your innocence and that ignorance isn’t bliss, its ignorance, plain and simple. She’d probably claim that life’s a game of riddles that can never be solved till the men know why they have nipples. I laugh when she’s creative like that. She’s good with words. I get off on irony while admiring what’s good in her. I learned its tiring to hide behind what’s only good and sure. I said this probably wouldn’t work. She lied and said that trying wouldn’t hurt. And now she’s here relying on my words. And the fear was never clear till she was crying on my shirt. Dying to be heard, so I told her it was worth it. Sounding like a jerk on some let try to make it work shit. That’s what I am saying, it is worth it, and just cuz you and me are meant to be, it doesn’t mean we’re perfect.

-Brannum-
Perfect really all depends upon emotion it’s delivered with. I’ll save the sticky notes you wrote and look legitimate when ghosts die. With both eyes open we’ll consider this for old times sake to say I give a shit. Alone at night I showed you what a quitter is, and every seed that’s sown will let your own reflection finish until grown up. Bartering relationships for businesses. Bought and sold until you don know what the difference is. Enough jumping off of bridges onto picket fences. Going blind to truth because it’s something that your friends did. You haven’t learned trendines can be so frail? People leave you so quick as to leave no trail. They’re growing tired of your bread crumbs as beasts go stale. A Beachwood burned as my thesis failed. From flooded tear ducts, my fear of a release showed pale. Compared everything said to how you unleashed those tales. Cuz you’re a portrait drowning out a hollow reminiscence of an eerie smokestack that looked like ghosts from a distance. I don’t know if you killed it, but you fucked with my buzz, so if we really never will again, it never was to settle up above the dream house and breathe in the plumes. You laughed and said you needed some room. I fell asleep before the funeral and woke up alone, to notes of sticky situations and a notion outgrown. I wrote you out poems, each one deciding demons. In a settle way, within my head, I hoped you had know that they were you.