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003lostforwords

from flight by MICjordan + TheGreenRoom

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003lostforwords

I was raised off the Bully, Stockton to be exact
right behind Touch'A'Class, I never hustled packs
never wanted much as a kid, just to laugh
wet my hand, rush and slap my oldest brother's back
he rocked a 'do-rag to keep the waves tight,
I'd do homework and play all day, then say goodnight
then lay under the covers with a flashlight and my favorite writers
trying to discern how they gave life to words
up at 6 and off to school, crunching frosty dew on lawns
getting older, moving on from the things that I knew were wrong
that somehow seemed to raise few alarms
among those who seemed amazed at the idea they were doing harm
keeping people low, slinging blow, doing our duty as pawns of bankers,
gangsters with suitcases, two-faces who place us in harm's way
just to laundry their putrid papers
Tea Party, sublimated racist anger
fuckin hate we makin bangers, they don't think broadly
in an age when you're blacklisted if you speak Godly
refusing to demean our art to cheap commodities
but our polity's policy's to convert our populace into property
until products are all we see, that's the Beast's masterpiece
lack of peace is how we know we need freedom now
among these foul deceivers, trying to conceive of how we got to here from there,
I NEED to know if God hears our prayers, so I seek Him out
When I'm lost for words

In this network of bright lights, sound, fury and motion,
how do we direct words to express disturbed notions?
shell casings, vials and syringes collect on curbs
the real thing ain't a building, no disrespect to church,
I'm just contemplating God, doing introspective work
then extroverting, inside out,
hiding out from FBI spies who silence the mouths
whose words empower, murder flowers
who dare to grow through concrete cracks
careful though, when you speak on that
they compare us with terrorists for dropping bombs on these tracks
you know you're like a poltergeist when you flaunt haunting facts
Amityville horror, any man can be killed for-a,
key, what he sees, a man's belief, a damn quarter!
I never ran the streets, just grew up in a family that handled beef
and had a deep insight they passed to me: sankofa, look into the past to see
what the future means, the faces of the ancients through computer screens
using theoretical physics just to shoot at things
we're technologically advanced human beings with brutal dreams
no wonder why what we try's undermined by ruthless schemes
Now we're lost for words

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from flight, released November 24, 2011
beat: TheGreenRoom
rhymes: MICjordan

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MICjordan Sacramento, California

Serving food for thought, salmonella and cyanide pills since 1997. Repping Sacramento, TPR, Tribe of Levi, FreexUvNature, Secret Recipe, Super Smash Bros., TheGreenRoom and Dank Chamber.

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