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The Roots Come Alive Too: DYWM30 Live at Blue Note NYC

Do You Want More?!!!??! (Live at Blue Note NYC)

It Just Don't Stop (Live at Blue Note NYC)

Concerto Of The Desperado (Live at Blue Note NYC)

One Shine (Live at Blue Note NYC)

Cabin In The Sky

Cabin Talk (album intro)

Run It Back!!

Dynamic Duos

The City (feat. Tha Dogg Pound)

Vision (feat. PJ & Bilal)

They said the party was ending. But we just changed the guest list. New minds. New moves. Let’s party.

Culture got us locked in loops, Trapped in norms, can’t see the truth. Fluid minds turned rigid stone, Can’t rewire the broken zone.

Secular faith, no gods in sight, But still we kneel to wrong and right. Whole generations stuck in trance, No chance to shift, no second dance.

Powerless drown in daily grind, While rich feel guilt they try to hide. Fear of change, fear of spark, So they kill the light and praise the dark.

Free thinkers get the doctrine dose, Or worse—silenced, comatose. But every time the truth breaks through, The whole species climbs anew.

The rich ain’t sure it’s natural, That they got more while we got scraps. They fear the mirror, fear the math, So they block the path and guard the stash.

Inequality? That’s part of man. But conflict ain’t—it’s a broken plan. Poverty’s not some cosmic fate, It’s fear-based moves that dominate.

Globalized and self-defeating, Governments and corps competing. TNCs want tax relief, While states just beg to keep the peace.

It’s an arranged marriage, built to fail, And every choice hits poor folks’ scale. Big biz fears the currency crash, So they stash their gold and make a dash.

They syphon off the liquid flow, Buy up land and watch it grow. They prep for when the system breaks, While we just dance for old mistake.

Europe, States—the party’s done, The lights are dim, the DJ’s gone. But we ain’t leaving, we ain’t sad, We’re throwing something they never had.

Let’s party on a higher plane, Not built on fear, not built on pain. A species climb, a cosmic vibe, Where markets grow and never die.

Redirect the human grind, To meet the needs of all mankind. Space is open, minds are too, Let’s build a system that breaks through.

No more boom and bust parade, We’ve got the blueprint, it’s been made. Super-capitalism, tuned and tight, A doctrine built for future flight.

Political minds, economic gears, Need new ideas, not ancient fears. So raise your glass, ignite the spark, We’re dancing now—into the arc.

China’s rising, East in flow, And West must choose which way to go. Another century of brutal war? Or walk through peace’s open door.

The old game’s rigged, the board is cracked, But space is real, and truth’s intact. A stable zone beyond the fight, Where peace out-profits every blight.

When peace pays more than bombs and fear, The rich will pivot, loud and clear. They’ll sue for calm, they’ll fund the climb, And build a world that’s tuned to time.

The West can rise, not just to lead, But to enlighten, plant the seed. A new reality, bold and wide, Where species thrive and truths don’t hide.

This ain’t just a party. It’s a planetary pivot. From fear to flight. From rivalry to rhythm. The West can still lead— But only if it learns to lift. Let’s party.

Let's Party

It Just Don't Stop (Live at Blue Note NYC)

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