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Wanderin' Fool

Elevator

Tear Dreams

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patterns of behavior

Logical calculations to the actions and reaction Jacksons of life.

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GLADSTONE (JAMAÏCAIN)mixtape DJ HUNTIN SETELI

NORTH MEMPHIS

Lonely Tones

Longslide

V1
4 years the day arose and lifted off the weight
He gave us tasteless tunes, rattled all the way
He rode a golden escalator to the bank
golden mardi gras dabloons ain’t worth a goddamn thing

Funny how he settled in so easily
A sweeping TV panoramic quality
A hazelike spell descended like a mirror maze
Permanently painted orange a TV land charade

Pre-Chorus
Bminor
While the noose tightened round
C#minor 57777 (5th string)
The peoples republic of slander
79999(5th string)
Permanently painted

Chorus
D A C#minor-F#Major
Sic Semper Tyrannis
D A C#minor-F#major
Ban you to Atlantis
D A C#minor-F#major
Keep your golden chalice
D A C#minor-F#major
Sic Semper Tyrannis
Emajor
V2
Still Q-Anon says that the man he “sure produced”
Naming a 6-3 supreme court was the deuce
He displaced turgid waters with his hefty weight
Gifting friends with advanced warnings and financial gains

He crumbled institutions with his legacies
He ignored circumstance and advanced new disease
Electrified the polis with his pure tirades
We never realized the height of his charades

Pre-Chorus

Played like Bob Dylan’s jests, he was never quite there
His hair and heirs dine on a never-ending dare
They sail the tides of updrafts blown in by the breeze
His progeny may hit the same chords with their leads

A boy owned by the treads of his own slavish ways
Seeking revenge for his own father’s dark malaise
the rot delivered to the women cross his age
I pardon you he says, but knows no sweet release

Pre-Chorus

Convinced of his own clothes, reflecting diamond things
Before a spineless crowd of tyrant wanna-bes
No circulating currents buffet his decent
The courts appeals cover his tireless discontent
Pre-Chorus
Chorus X2 end

Permanently Painted

Chorus
In the streets
There are those with a hidden knowledge of the holy ghost 
street preying on their host
Bumming smokes until you choke
In the streets, In the Streets

V1
In The streets you find your name
In the streets you learn the game
IN the streets you put it down
All the way from East St. Claire  to Chinatown underground

In the streets you wonder round
From Butter cup to Cleveland sound
Through backrooms and corridors
Integrated over filtered clouds

Through smokelit conversations
You mesh your dice with Haitians 
You cough on calibrations
Learn to trust your patience

IN the streets you did get lost
Bombed parties in the fog
Called down the wrath of gog
And harvested the maintenance

In the streets you smoked your dreams
Found A way into her seams
Poetry crack and moans
Down eastern to the confluence of I and yo

In the streets it demands more
In the bodegas and the form
In the endless shyster frames
In the streets you’re all the same

There is something raw about big cities
Its configured on her titties
Encrusted in diamond bitties
Beckoning you and your children to do her bidding

There is something quicksilver in her way
Slips thru your thought process faster than you can
Sunsets are sunrise on the streets paved in dreams of gold
Something to long for in finding the experience too much to behold

The thought that somewhere millions move in electric pools
Blinding to youth drudging for the middles like me and you
Rustic and scary for the elders who see nothing but constant change
Heartbeats away from their childhood neighborhoods that have been erased

There are heros who have no names that carry the community on a day in day out phase
There are zombies stumbling thru reeking and stinking of ideology
There are human connections spread thin over urban toast
There-are-those, with a hid-den know-ledge-of the ho-ly ghost, street preying on their host
Bumming smokes until you choke

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