1. |
Break the Cycle
04:20
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When I die, take me down
To the edge of the ocean
And burn my body
Let it be free, aflame
Sweet release, as the flesh and fire
Reunite with the sky all at once there
All my love, my hate, my anger, my jealousy
I’ll leave it there, release me, I am free
Make me a soldier of the spiritual war
Send me into battle
Help me to break the cycle
Stuck in the endless loop
The endless loop
When I die, I’ll be dead
Was that a part of the agreement
Of being here in the first place?
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Raise up to that higher ground
Come and see this new shit
That me and my friends have found
Stomping on the altar
That is the new age dance floor
And I’m feeling frustrated
Is it all a game
That I’m bound to play?
In this wicked world
Can I get away?
And oh, my life is changing fast
But what do I want?
What do I want?
Make me a soldier of the spiritual war
Send me into battle
Help me to break the cycle
Stuck in the endless loop
The endless loop
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
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2. |
Job
02:35
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I gotta job and it don’t make much
I got love so I’ve got enough
And the weight of the world
I’ve been carrying on my shoulders
Will fall away in time
I got all these walls built up
And I don’t know why
I build them in the first place
Life is too precious
I’m far too connected
To sweat all the small shit
Living that lie
Brothers gone and sisters crying
Screaming out a window
Sayin’, ‘You know me now,
Yeah you know me now.’
While ten and a half blocks over
Someone found a four leaf clover
And is passing the day away
I am here and I am with you
As immigration forces ran up on their houses today
Yeah they took all they had
They took it away
And it’s hard to cope
In a world with such hatred
So find that thin line
Between you and the matrix
And live your life
Live your dreams
Let it go
As hard as it seems
Be free
Be free
I got a job and it don’t make much
I got a job and it don’t make much
I got a job and it don’t make much
I got a job and it don’t make much
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3. |
Clear
03:30
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I just wanna give to you
All of the answers
I just wanna ask of you
All of the questions
I just wanna go
Clear
Rainy days are cool these days
I need time for reflection
I get so caught up
In my old ways
Had it up to here
With the fear
Now that I’m
Clear
In love, in war, in life, and hate
We try to do the right thing
Like water comes to wash away
It takes some time to come around
Picture this
Lost in the depth of the grip of the human condition
I feel the light
I feel the dark
And I don’t ask why
Anymore
When remiss, down low
Feeling as though you are so god damn
Out of control, slow-mo
It’s just passing in waves
It’s just passing in waves
And the darkness hits hard
But the light will prevail
The paradox is bringing me consciousness
Woaha woah
In love, in war, in life, and hate
We try to do our own thing
Like water comes to wash away
The fear leads to division
And i’m no longer giving in
I won’t let it bring me down
Now that I am clear
Now that I am clear
Now that I am clear
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4. |
Outside
05:00
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Take a step outside
Go on, get high
Take a step outside
Go on, get high
This is that new wave
From the sun beam and the new moon
And I’m heading towards the 38
In the opposite of afternoon
The beggars and the clubbers
All align the corner right on time
But only a fraction of this faction
Ever had to ask if you could spare a dime
There’s contrast
Between the haves and the have nots
As the loaded bar goer
Meets his girlfriend at the sweet spot
While the Friday nights best
With the vomit on his chest
Meets the ex-daughter tweaker
With tattoos in her neck
And a pain in her back
From sleeping on the sidewalk
I wonder what it’s like
But me I can’t miss a beat
And I’m tryna catch that last bus
Gettin’ off this grave shift
Go home to smoke some cannabis
Take a step outside
Go on, get high
Take a step outside,
Go on, get high
I throw on my headphones
And I fall into a daydream
Tonight I’m spinning Kanye’s
‘College Dropout’
And Common’s ‘Be’
I study the movement
I follow the delivery
A bonafide poetic
With a real jazzy back beat
I sink into my seat
And I take a survey of the bus
A real solid mix
Of the privileged and the homeless
And everybody in between
Husslin’ to make some green
If we can just make rent
We don’t ever have to leave
Distorted is reality
When you cannot see clear
The haves and the have nots
Have not always been here
Hierarchy’s natural
In a system that perpetuates
Division via racism
Scapegoating
And deep, deep hate
Come on man
What’d you take me as?
I see that bull shit line
That you’ve drawn in the sand
And I will not succumb
To identity politics
The empty platitudes
Fueled by divisive rhetoric
Set sail
For the people’s revolution
Cause I’m all for the break down
Of the broken institutions
Trust me, we must be
The change of the world
But if we’re gonna do it
Gotta change ourselves first
There’s someone
Who I thought
That I was
But I’m not
It’s crazy
And hazy
Here under the golden sun
The golden sun
This last verse
Is for millennials workin’ 9 to 5
Delaying gratification
In the pseudo struggle to survive
Around every corner lies
Another chance to compromise
The dreams that we had once considered
To be our god given right
Entertain ourselves to death
As we’re waiting on these checks
Tuning in to the tube
To see what’s up next
And yeah I’m down to chill
But I fear we could be become numb
Scrolling through our phones so much
We got arthritis in our thumbs
And as for me
I bear a heavy load of classic contradiction
Fallin’ in and out
Of a set of spiritual convictions
I cannot be defined
By the world I come from
My soul is as deep
As the bass of a kick drum
Kick, kick, kick kick drum
Kick, kick, kick kick drum
Kick, kick, kick kick drum
Kick, kick, kick kick drum
And if I cannot spit
If I cannot rhyme
Then who am I?
If I cannot spit
If I cannot rhyme
Then who am I?
If I cannot spit
If I cannot rhyme
Then who am i?
Break loose
From the old ass scheme
I’m tryna make myself
Make my dreams
I’m tryna make something
Of myself
I’m just tryna
Make something of myself
Break loose
From the old ass scheme
I’m tryna make myself
Make my dreams
I’m tryna make something
Of myself
I’m just tryna
Make something of myself
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