Jam recorded with iPhone in Dane and Brandon's house. Golden BC. May 22, 2012

Broken Down Suitcase Ft Willhorse: The Liar - Father Of Father

Broken Down Suitcase Ft Willhorse: Jam

Yo, stop, listen/ dont be trippin
I'm cookin up fresh flows in the kitchen/
so listenup/ i dont kow much/, but when i release the clutch/
I go/.i go against the flow, it's the only way to grow,
pump it up till it blows,/ disposes of the mess./
dont be careless. that cause stress, that stops the progress//
back track from success. you gotta undress/your soul/
Step back, see it as a whole. cut the cruise control/. its like parole./
ya cant rock till ya roll. wake up from the social control. clean the coal
off your face.
you think this is a race? no / slow your pace- take a look at the -space, and -embrace.-just erase,-and replace and stress in you life with a happy face./// you got dreams to chase.//...you got dreams to chase

its alright to booze then snooze sleep till about two/ wake up, 
wipe the goo from your eye/ take a bong hoot.. get high. 
and let the time go by.  have some friends drop by 
and just chill= till the liquor spills. feel like a sleeping pill
call it a night. crall in bed outta sight. close your eyes, and take flight/// ....take flight

take flight In a dream land/, you can go in with a plan/ but it will  expand/ into something- you cant understand/from where it began//. no man/ knows why we dream/ but it seems// its a link between/ the D.M.T scene/ GEometrical machines. light beams/. wipe your mind clean/. its obscene///.even for this sleep fene/
yo sometimes my dreams/ they seem/ so real i wish they never cease/
i feel -more alive -more at ease, -more at peace.
but then i wake/. and try to shake/ that that girl was all make-
believe.  but she still stole me/ like a thief/. 
now im left with the grief/. lieing underneath/ the bed sheets/, 
the thought of it being/ all a dream eats/
me alive/ from inside./ open my eyes wide,/ lean to the side/, slide// out of bed/ rub my head/, dread/ the day/, instead/ of seeing the way/. start the day off gray/. i wish i could just stay/
deep in sleep/, no need to weep/, count sheep/, no alarm beep/,=just= sleep

.just..sleep
 just wanna sleep man.

but thats not living, in order to get you must me giving.
start by forgiving, your self, it helps, its hard to- 
love you- till you- love you,/ change your view/. and screw/ 
who ever did you/ wrong it through/ it doesnt have to stay like a tattoo/. make it taboo/. do what you gotta do/. the sky above clouds is blue/ 
it true/ cuz in the end its only- ...YOU

Brent Eric Scholl