I can't breathe 
Light Up the sage, clean up the streets
It started with a pandemic
Then they forcefully shoved a knee into my neck
Good luck with the rest of it
Rest in peace to the dead
OUR LOVE SENT, power in numbers
Murder is still murder, death is still death
Drunk or counterfeit, there is no reason for this 
We'll put our hands up in the air
We'll fucking march for this shit
Hold up a second, I can't breathe
Tear gas, rubber bullets, sand bags 
Bandanas, face masks, due rags 
Molotov, pipe bombs, homemade 
Snippers on the top, getting ready to boom bang 
Get the fuck out of south MPLS
This was a peaceful protest before you came 
I can’t breathe 

Do you believe its morning, I'm alive 
But that’s the last thing on my mind
Do you believe its morning, I'm alive 
But that’s the last thing on my mind

I can't breathe 
Burn it down, burn it down
That’s the sound of the police
And this the sound of their windows 
Getting smashed the fuck out “yeah”
When in doubt take em’ out 
Heads up, nothing important to see on the ground 
Burn it down, burn it down
You die a million times, but you only live once
School systems, educational institutions 
Won't even fuck with them 
Contractual obligations are no longer obligated
Straight up fuck the system
Anger and aggression that’s the number one lesson 
Protesting is protesting and weaponless is weaponless 
Protect and sever while they kill us,
I guess we got to protect us, protect your neck
Don’t let them see you in handcuffs 
Never said this was our fucking anthem 
So get you fucking hands up 
And repeat after me and say
I can't breathe 
 
Do you believe its morning, I'm alive 
But that’s the last thing on my mind
Do you believe its morning, I'm alive 
But that’s the last thing on my mind

I can't breathe 
On 38th and Chicago 
Baby girl who just lost her father to murder 
Told the media my daddy just changed the world
Could you even imagine 
Fuck a journalist, 
who wants to wright, I'm forced to wright about it, 
Fuck a journalist 
You better watch what he fuck comes out of your mouth 
You don’t even live here, you're not here to help 
You never felt the whips, you don’t have the welts 
You don’t belong here I suggest you get the fuck out 

“when a whole community can come together and say fuck the police
Vandalism, that’s as beautiful as a rock in a cops face”

SexyBack [Single]

I Can't Breathe

Brandon mapped this beat, Charlie helped me read it
Ock and Ideal Avenue are here to eat your kids' unborn fetuses
The dirtiest in the game fucking cheerleaders underneath the bleachers
If you pussy on a mic, we’ll grab it from you, and beat you with it
I represent those rejected, retarded, hell bent misfits, 
because I am one of them
I don’t pack guns I hug friends, I don’t talk shit about anyone in my crew,
I love all of them 
I don’t smoke crack, I don’t pack weapons, 
I won't protect them, I'll go up against them
I'm not a jackass, I don’t smack women
I'm more like a Jack Black, I'd rather sit back and humor them
Play some super Nintendo 
And listen to me spit you raps to you from the living room
We are not perfect, we are all only human 
So try to find the vibe I'm trying to describe 
And let the whole room consume it
We are not lifeless, we are not stupid
We are righteous, we are improving
We enlighten, we are still moving
I got 100 smiles and running 
And still don’t even have one groupie 
So it's true I'm rude, I'm cruel, I'm mean 
Not candy coting the fabrication 
I'm just facing the fact that it tastes better from the basement
Center yourself, I didn’t say be self-centered 
Enter yourself to my lover's chamber, now spit out the blood
She loves the taste of that shit 
She thinks she can change me, fuck thatIl be in my 40’s still rocking an oxygen mask
Still rocking shinny and dirty
Ill kidnap Brandon and his MPC
Ock will rock me a beat once a week
And on year 3 we’ll be on album 13
It’s the day of the boxys 
It’s the year of the boxys, Asian Beatles
Fruit flies in my eyes, I'm crying in my wine droning 
It's not supposed to be a sad song, it's supposed to be happy and fun 
I don’t hang out in the rain, I'd rather dine in the sun 
I don’t linger for pain, but pain does comfort some 
I don’t want nothing for free, Just some free time for me
1
st amendment, that’s the expression, freedom of speech 
Low face, last place, novocaine
Shoes unlaced weirdos come out and play with me 
You’re so discussing, you're so white you should be soaked in bleach 
I can't play your games, I won't play your games
I'd rather piss on your coffin, than let you take my last name
So I hope at my funeral all my Ex’s are wearing wedding dresses
You get the message
Look it's another one of mommy's little heroes, gone loser
It's funny how you can go up from 86 to 0
And by the end of this record, 
you're going to remember what my name is 
And I'll send you a postcard when we’re finally famous

Day Of The Boxys

I met her on a bus, she thought I was weird 
I thought she was cute
hot little dolly Poppin' that molly
good golly, 
Sorry, I'm just apologizing for being sorry 
She put that Evian down but just kept on swallowing 
I'm dyslexic so all I could read was naïve 
She said she wants to smoke
But she only smokes for free
I said you should check out my city
Northside baby
Where all they do is grow them trees 
She said you rap for real I said yeah
She laughed at me
She said she wants a man
But men don’t make her happy
I said I want a woman that won't lie to be
But every woman I meet will eventually lie to me
She said bull shit kid just try me
She said she lives me because my autobiography 
Is word for word the exact same story as my diary 
This is my stop you should get off and leave with me with
I'll show you my city you fallow I lead, please just come with me 
Later on, I'll find that she lies all the time
But it doesn’t even matter because she isn't even mine 
Later on ill find that she slides on by just fine 
Denie a ride like thank you I am fine
Later on, I'll find that she lies all the timeBut it doesn’t even matter because she isn't even mine 
Later on, I'll find that she's fine with watching me die
And that’s just fine pieces of me die all the time
So, we climbed to the top of that old cascade 
To people watch, and then she asked me
Isn't it pretty, I said are you fucking kiddy me
The side walk looks like it's a god dam ashtray 
It was a beautiful awkward little moment of bliss
At this point I realized this was nothing short of a test
At the same time, she comprehended
I wasn’t one of Theos city kids who would say anything to impress her
Just so I could try to hit
We got kicked out, kicked off, and lost in a kiss
Don’t get it twisted, I got lost in the jukebox
She got lost in the bathroom
Came out with a new nose job, and face lift 
Made out on occasion with a stranger danger
Now that right there 
Is what I call a mouthful of anger 
And I doubt tomorrow anyone will remember this
Including the bartender 
Blame it on red bull and black licorice 
Later on, I'll find that she lies all the time
But it doesn’t even matter because she isn't even mine 
Later on ill find that she slides on by just fine 
Denie a ride like thank you I am fine
Later on, I'll find that she lies all the timeBut it doesn’t even matter because she isn't even mine 
Later on, I'll find that she's fine with watching me die
And that’s just fine pieces of me die all the time
Hippy drifter, Polk county fair ditcher
Gypsy counterfeiter, day drinker
Listen I got your whole city hippy flipping 
I could have ockwid serve me beats
While I'm eating my tv dinner 
Soaked in heavy liquor 
Listen the sinner is the winner 
It's hard to be nice when I'm not with
Hard not to be polite when I'm up in her
She must have been the sickest pick of the litter 
Wearing dickies, drinking mickies 
When I left her, she was covered in glitter and hickeys
The nice drugs must have worn off by now
Her eyes went south, and her head bowed down
Hell, she's made plowed by now 
Feel off earth
This was no monkey house crowd 
I spy a skeleton in the crowd
So, I played man down
A secret I learned from my man Charlie 
Notice we’re all surrounded now 
Ill kick my way through the back door
Just to hitch hike my broke ass
Right the fuck back home Later on, I'll find that she lies all the time
But it doesn’t even matter because she isn't even mine 
Later on ill find that she slides on by just fine 
Denie a ride like thank you I am fine
Later on, I'll find that she lies all the time
But it doesn’t even matter because she isn't even mine 
Later on, I'll find that she's fine with watching me die
And that’s just fine pieces of me die all the time

Plastic Footsteps

Haven't I betrayed your ideas 
Your ideals betray you 
What are you going to do 
What are you going to do 
What are you going to do 
We betrayed each other, blamed each other 
Couldn’t explain nothing, got weak, got numb to the comfort 
Got slayed in the summer, muffled mumbles, of a lover says I love you 
Got tough, let my hands do, what my voice was supposed to 
Noisy household no doubt, down and out 
When there's no groceries to come home to 
But baby boys a man now
Won't be too long until Zoey's spitting out a grandchild 
Forest Gump, I'm in it for the long mile 
Baby girl got a smile, that will put you in denial 
It's been a while, and I've been embarrassed 
And it's no secret I never liked you parents 
That’s a parent 
Daddy's actions were careless
and mommy didn’t really get a fair one
Dean was married with children
We were married for a minute 
Theres compression in the air 
No comparison, no gimmick 
Authentic friendship, written with acrylic 
You were my best friend, alone in Glenwood
Bedridden with a painful prescription to tend to You were my best friend, or at least you pretended to
I couldn’t kill the massager, shit I couldn’t even catch him 
I'd rather jerk off on a napkin
Then have a conversation with a Xanax 
I'm alright, but thanks for asking, no seriously thanks 
I drank too much, you didn’t think enough 
The last three years of my life were honestly fucking great
But I don’t know if you can relate, I can't look you in the face
I'm at the work place, and there is divorce papers
falling out my briefcase 
Haven't I betrayed your ideas 
Your ideals betray you 
What are you going to do 
What are you going to do 
What are you going to do 
I fucked us up, I know I did
but I didn’t act alone on this mission, I had an assistant
My passionate little apprentice, pretty in pink princess 
Couldn't predict this
I've been told I was garbage my whole life
And it's not a good look 
Police at the crib, these kids are my whole life
No shit, smoking gun, open book, yup
No prenup, no papers, strictly grew up on that bad behavior 
All wrist, all razors, 
don’t kiss and tell, she might even call a little bit latter
Crooked little crook, Favor for favor,on some physically labor Daddy was a felon, and mommy was a savior
I'll be your Jonny on the spot, remember you can call me whenever you want
She used to call me “Dado “
But now she don’t call me neither
They say it's supposed to get easier 
I used to call her “my little stinker”
And it's not getting any easier 
Papa Deano taught me how to take a breather with some refer 
And uncle Joe still won't meet ya
I'm like grandpa preaching screaming from the bleachers 
Temper tantrum, head over heels shit
Hung over in heaven, getting head in bed on Easter 
Doesn’t make it any easier 
Baby girl, this is not getting any easier
And now the phone calls hurt a little bit more
You’re my morning girl, I'm Jonny Mud
I'm leaving dirt on the floor
And I know it's not right to say 
But I just got served today
I'm at the work place 
and there is divorce papers
they're falling out my briefcase
Haven't I betrayed your ideas 
Your ideals betray you 
What are you going to do 
What are you going to do 
What are you going to do

Briefcase

Yeah,  

Day Drinker sucka “yeah” Monkey House 

I'm a mastermind, I'm past your time 

Ill smash your mind and collapse your spine  

I was loved in a class of mine, class of 2 0 5 I'm classified 

blacked out, passed out, when I drink and drive  

Grassed out puffed and passed with ass on my mind  

Because killing other rappers happens to be  

Another one of those little passions of mine  

So get in line, one at a time, its lunch time 

Every rhyme is on time with a punch line, its crunch time  

I've lived here for years sheltered from reality  

Buit relationships from whiskey and tears 

And counted the casualties 

I live on the jobsite, I sleep in the basement 

Get in where you fit in, or you'll truly go ape shit   

There is no heart ack or heart break 

I'm a random modern day Mr. Feel nothing  

A drunken doc holiday  

Ill shotgun myself in to a puddle just so I can feel something 

I wake up, I feel drunk, I feel numb, I feel dumb 

I still feel nothing  

Home alone no one is looking 

Never had a pops, mom did all the ass whoopin 

Never hung out with grandpa in the shop 

I hung out with grandma in the kitchen 

Love is all you got, no shit, that’s why I love my women  

Punch drunk head or heels, who do you think you're kidding 

That punk rock attitude doesn't work in this situation 

Blame it on the language that she's been speaking 

Blame it on the falcon, no well blame it on the beacon 

The skin weakens, when she sinks her teeth in 

No one can deny it, all the people that were there and seen it 

It's safe to say, we all lost a big piece of our self's that weekend  

No piece of shit, no, he will really be missed,  

Honestly, he was really loved, scared of the dark 

What the fuck are we running from, no one must have never taught us, 

no matter how dark the sun gets, It still comes back up, now back up 

Loved ones, dead ones, there friends trust them 

So depressed they can't sleep, blame it on the bed bugs 

Cuddle bugs want to cuddle up and hug 

I just what to get drunk as fuck 

And straddle the floor like a rug, “uh” 

Everybody wants to feel good, they call it a war on drugs 

So scared they ignore all the love 

Ill hunt it, ill gut it, ill cut it 

Just for the sake of eating its meat 

And chasing it with its own blood  

I got beef with the creeps who sleep not 

In the backseat of their jeep with the heat cocked  

That cheap rock will make your teeth rot  

Now keep talking that talk 

And ill knock your teeth out your speech box  

Like right now, I guess the lost will never be found 

I guess you're not all that awkwardly homeward bound 

My guess is, you find yourself a lot on the ground  

I'm sure you had a lot of friends, and had it all on lock 

But one question for Ya? Where they all at now 

Take one good look around  

This is homemade, this is self-taught 

Organic authentic and raw, bars and guts 

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired 

Trying to get inspired before I'm getting fired  

Never had Wrighters blook, never been star struck 

Never gave two shits or a hard fuck, yup 

Get your bars up 

Your corporation, your cult, filthy fabrication of the fabric 

Ripped our culture apart 

Your half assed, half mass glass has been spilt 

Damn right I'm anti-estab 

Now let's get a couple aristocrats to dance  

Use your head not your heart  

Don’t get mad, get smart 

Make love not war 

Make art make it with your friends 

Make some more 

And then make more and more 

Get poor or live dying 

Is better than getting rich, to die trying 

Anyone who says different is lying  

Fist vs silence 

You have the right to remain violent 

Religion vs science 

You have the right to be defiant 

Slit wrist kiss lips while they're dying  

I’d rather be dismissed from a system 

That refuses to defines us  

Energy never dies 

Maybe one day we’ll be stardust 

And all the humans 

Will stop acting like a they are hyenas

Hyenas

Talk to me not, in muffled numbers
For the soulless debt that slumbers 
Things aren’t always what they’re aren’t 
My baby use to snuggle in my armpit 
Now my only memories of her
Are stains on the carpet 
It's been years since that accident 
That left me with bloody hands
Holding my best friend's carcass 
It's impossible 
For me to get into a car
Without getting car sick
Allergic to the energy
The oxygen is exhausting 
My own worst enemy 
Worst than cigarettes and coffee
I'd rather twist one, than tie one off
I bend words to make them fit
Bottom to top, top to bottom
When I drop em’ 
I make them flop like crappies
Life is about making mistakes
Death is about wishing you made more
I stay up late tying off knots
On the polished wood grain floor 
My knees hurt, my neck is sore 
My vison is blurred, my voice is slurred
There is no purpose for this
This is absurd And the friendship you pretended is irrelevant
And the key probably would have fit 
If it wasn’t in the shape of a skeleton
My passion is over riding my intelligence 
Too much anger to fake it
For the sake of saving a relationship 
So, me choose communicate with improper grammar
Mixed with incomplete sentences 
And it doesn’t take much to get a lot of us 
To talk this way, we just need a break
It's been a cunt of a day, you fill in the blanks 
Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Breeze drifting' on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day 
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It is what it is, what a lovely Copout 
I don’t sugar cote candy cotes 
This is not a hidden letter, no
This is not a cry for help, nope
Four on my friends dyed in car accidents
One of my friends O.D.ed with an I.V.
Two of my friends got greedy 
and tried to off their selves 
Darken the mood with blankets over a lamp shade
My mom's gone, my dad's depressed as fuck And all of my favorite teachers are still underpaid 
Under budget over slayed 
On the wrong side of the boarder
Where the bridge stops
Could be the difference between
Bullet holes and lollipops 
I got that drinker’s shake
I got that smoker’s cough
I got broken home, and a broken bank
But can't seem to break it off
Cover up my dark side
With a blank stare and whiskey blanket 
You can paint a turd gold
But at the end of the day, after all the paint chips
All your left with is a corroded piece of shit
I'm older now
I choose not to speak with my fist
Its colder now, on higher ground
Iron, iodine, vinegar and piss
The earth speaks to me, cuts me in half
Lunar eclipse
Mother I love you, brother I love you
My dad is not Todd Swenson
My Father is Dan Jasperson
Thanks for the childhood 
And it doesn’t take much to get a lot of us 
To talk this way, we just need a break
It's been a cunt of a day, you fill in the blanks Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Breeze drifting' on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day 
It's a new dawn
It's a new day

Fill In The Blanks

Listen, 
Your position is a condition, a predicament 
Your limbs didn’t break, but your ribs ripped through your ligaments 
Ridiculous 
Light pigment gluttony pigs bottom feeding
Eat off efforts of the maggots and the feces 
The place where your heart use to live 
I carried that bag of bones
Carried through the graveyard 
And buried it back home, 
that’s where it was supposed to go
it was supposed to die alone
So and so woke up sober on October 5th
With a dead mom, a father gone, and a crying baby in the crib 
Overload, unfair to unload on one kid
She's just a sibling, fuck you
I feel itchy, I feel twitchy, I feel fidgety
Blame the babysitter for the things that I do 
Pretty witty, pretty snitty, you think you’re so cool
Living in a pretty shitty city, I feel no pity for you
Remember when you were too drunk to drive
Should have called a friend, should have called 911
Should have called yourself in
Barrowed my vehicular manslaughter 
Just to get a pack of cigarettes
Did you think about the lives you jeopardized 
No you didn’t, I think you should have, I wish you would have
I love death, drugs, and all the above
But that’s not the subject I fell to me knees, placed sneaks at her feet
Gutter its guts so she could watch it bleeds 
And told her that was my heart, if she ever leaves me 
I think there was a death on the other side
You can hear them falling from the sky 
And the cries final dyed 
On October 5th 1986
Homogenized society
Blended together and tested for sobriety 
A bible beater arrived 
Negligent parents on sedatives
Set it in stone, and said it like this
Don’t fucking lie to me
Don’t fucking cry to me, it's irrelevant 
Ill rock a set, put it on record, and sell it
Celebrate your life, your death was like a black wedding
No last words, so no one could catch their breath 
So, we all just held hands, and whispered
Our love sent
I use to believe in you not leaving me
At least not easily 
Abusing the rib, internally bleeding 
Retreating to that evening where everything was so ghostly 
And I have to say suicide is so fucking greedy
Just know that this is not the way it's supposed to be 
Now you know why I don’t let people get too close to me
Should have clothes hangered that choice to breed That’s the voice of greed, scratch until you bleed 
From the poison ivy that slips its poisonous cote over me
Mama must have gotten to you
You obviously got papa issues 
Like a dead engine with a rusty batterie 
The cries finally dyed On October 5th 1986
I think there was a death on the other side
I think an angle just dyed 
You can hear her falling from the sky
And the cries finally dyed 
On October 5th 1986
Pain feels, hearts break, flush bleeds
Broken hearts we all lead 
Just to keep the demons pleased 
Go all out, by all means, all the way
To your dirty grave full of all your Halloweens 
Oh, how they were great 
And there will always be a place for you left in my memories 
This just my way of trying to say that I'm sorry
For your chemical imbalance 
And for the simple fact
That your Promise land wasn’t filled with milk or honey 
So repetitive they keep on repeating
You are not an archangel, I am the angle of death 
Check you wings, check your head
Check in with Gabriel 
You are not the money, or the massager, I am both And you mother fuckers just keep on feeding

1986

I've never lacked that source of passion
Where every single wall you line up
Eventually gets smashed in, I'm sick of getting backed in
The corner past practice 
Over average, and they’re dressed exactly like plastic 
A bunch of fascist bastards, laughter sarcasm 
Hang them from the rafters, they’re ass crack backwards 
Phantom this badness, madness 
The fact is there’s no satisfaction based upon our sadness 
I'd rather live on my feet, then die on my knees
I'd rather die in these streets, then die in my sleep 
I'd rather rest in peace, then see my friend's dead and deceased 
I'm not a piece of meat, so please reframe from treating me 
like a piece of meat, please 
I'm not what you think I should be
You're not exactly perfect to me
What we got is a beast on a leash 
If it was up to me, I would set it free, it was up to the police, 
they would probably make every single one of us leave 
Obviously 
I was starving for the part
A real artist to wreaked havoc and break a couple's heart
Smear blood on the page, break up the negative space 
I came to bring you pain, there is just one problem
I don’t think your that smart 
Pumpkin on your mailbox, sugar in your gas tank
Salt shaker screwed off, there's gum in the ashtray 
Hum a song in your head, don’t let them see your bad face 
For all them scars you're going to need a band-aid 
Don’t worry sweat heart no need to panic 
You're hearing it from me, I heard it from a friend
And the way I understand it 
It's Downright, Planet Supply, all god dam day
Ain’t that fuckin right Ockwid ( yeah)
supply demanded 
I know right from wrong when I wright these songs
Dam right I stay up late writing with the lights on
G.I. Joe grip, ninja claw, jaguar paw,
Polk county spits, take a sit, 
look at the clouds and stars, and how beautiful they are 
Purple woods, throwing up, I'm throwing it down
For my hometown, indigo children, 
Addicted as fuck, all soaked up, broke as fuck
Can't get a bump for a buck, what the fuck 
No white dope, I am the great white hope
Get the scenario, or get your hair permed from raw audio 
Audio perm thank you, but no thank you 
Pthym8 thank you, Good Seed thank you 
No, Ockwid fucking thank you
We’re just chilling smoking a pinner 
Your arm is looking like a pincushion 
I'm veteran, wake up and taste the medicine 
Don’t sweat the stezz, at best, never better
And never again 
I seen your set and I have to be completely honest
I hate all your emo friends Let's all go home and set our technology on fire 
We'll be the real music head pyros
I'm wired and I'm tired, I came here to do a set 
Maybe to get one of you fuckers to get inspired 
Or at least to make your girlfriend smile 
Fired or retired I'm not giving up
When it gets cold in this bitch, best believe I'm posting up 
Rancid, Social D, 
lick my wiener, and suck my nuts if you don’t think I'm punk 
Ideal Ave. The musical slut, talking over the cuts 
The basements greatest replacement 
Since the age of the tape deck 
They ask me how I do it so good, god dam it 
I gave you what you wanted, didn’t I 
Day Drinker “yeah”
supply demanded

Supply Demanded

You're going down, because were coming up
Hip-hop forever, dub step sucks
You're going down, because were coming up
Your mics are too loud
And your D.J. don’t cut

(what) 
The hell are we even doing here
Fell off earth cracked the bell
And then stared sipping sewage beer
America is in debt, that’s our death, smell the fear
Yup
Black and blue and broken too
I broke the code, its breaking news 
Comatose to the ghost you know
Over toned on over through 
Break a leg, break two, Just don’t overdose 
Don’t sing if you can't hit those notes
And if you step to monkey house
Expect to leave with a broken nose, God dam it
I got some static and started stabbing it for free 
You need to understand 
the savage you thinking you're seeing isn't me
This ain’t no Trippel tipping gratuity 
 This is chicks getting naked, call it public nudity 
This ain’t new to me,
Old school, new school, get use to me 
Cock blocking pop properly 
Usual suspects the same old routine
Pigs blood on prom dress
Momma sure did teach you how to use them pom poms 
Well didn’t she 

You're going down, because were coming up
Hip-hop forever, dub step sucks
You're going down, because were coming up
Your mics are too loud
And your D.J. don’t cut
 
(what) 
The hell happened to our genre,  We should take it back
Independent everything, we should take it back 
Battel rapping to get your name on the map 
we should take it back
No education, shitty statements 
It might seem like I hate rap, it's not like that 
Your Minnesota nice, I'm more like Wisconsin priced 
O.L.S. Crew, original minds
Our love sent to make the vibe climb down your spine 
Come on mid-west you're in for a hell of a ride
Ill rip apart your heart and display vivid pictures inside 
Liquidated to liquid uplifted literature and art 
There is nowhere to hide  
my name is Ideal Avenue, I've never lacked an adjective to execute
never turn down a challenge, never not tour it up savage at a venue 
avid actions invalid, I only travel with the talented
" Day Drinker fucker "
the ask me how i got to this point
and to be perfectly honest
i guess it happened on accident 

You're going down, because were coming up
Hip-hop forever, dub step sucks
You're going down, because were coming up
Your mics are too loud
And your D.J. sucks

Comin' Up

don’t ever 
( LISTEN)
To the fuckers that bash your self-esteem 
You are beautifully ugly
Fuck the magazines 
They told me to
( LISTEN)
When I was a kid, but I didn’t
You can take notes on that
As a matter of fact
You can learn something from it, 
Now I
( LISTEN)
To the younger generation 
Every chance I get 
Because they are our feature 
And they will have kids
Kids need to
( LISTEN)
To their friends, listen to their family
Stop dressing so ridiculous 
And stop getting embarrassed  
( LISTEN)
I’m on a mission, without a pot to piss in
I will not lose by default or submission
don’t ever
( LISTEN)
To the ones that tell you lies
The ones that dress in disguise  
Are the ones that cut you down to size 
( LISTEN)
To the poems I’ve been writing
I hope you like them
I love my fans
I’m exactly like them
( LISTEN)
To every single word I have to say
It’s been too long since my homey passed away
And I miss him

( LISTEN)
To the broken heart I clutch
No guts, ripped open and exposed my blood
( LISTEN)
I keep that door wide shut 
If stitches rip open, then I’ll sew em’ back up
( LISTEN)
To the broken heart I clutch
No guts, ripped open and exposed my blood
( LISTEN)
I keep that door wide shut 
If stitches rip open, sew em’ back up


don’t ever
( LISTEN)
To the man that calls the shots
that’s like calling the kettle hot
Worse than listening to the man
Peddling rocks “HA”
( LISTEN)
To your moms, listen to your pops
don’t listen to the cops
They ain’t gonna make your problems stop, Naw.
( LISTEN)
Or get your head checked
Listen to a decent record or cassette 
No more empty threats 
( LISTEN)
And get content
And relax, this is minor
This here baby,
Is only a scratch
( LISTEN)
To the ants 
you can hear them building pyramids
Silly humans 
figured out a way to get rich from this
( LISTEN)
To the bees
They wont take a break
Even if the queen says
They’re not exhausted, they’re delirious 
( LISTEN)
I don’t think you’re hearing this
Put enough bass in my voice
To make your kids
Fucking fear this shit
( LISTEN)
I not trying to play the victim
I’m just saying I’ve lost a lot of friends
And I miss em’

( LISTEN)
To the broken heart I clutch
No guts, ripped open and exposed my blood
( LISTEN)
I keep that door wide shut 
If stitches rip open, then I’ll sew em’ back up
( LISTEN)
To the broken heart I clutch
No guts, ripped open and exposed my blood
( LISTEN)
I keep that door wide shut 
If stitches rip open, sew em’ back up


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