COLOR VIVO/LIVING COLOR

LYRICS: 

True blue fitted 59FIFTY
Brand new tall tee, crease still crispy
Gum sole Old Skool skateboard Vans
More down than the ground, chinos khaki like a tan
Cuffs folded up, pressed flat like a flag
Six bills on the belt, still bustin’ a sag
Classic ball jacket, greener trim than baby grass
Black book bag on his back for crashing class

Tio taught him how to love his brother
Raised to relate to the bubble labeled ‘other’
No space, no name, faced pain gracefully
The hate was all the same
Anywhere became a place to be
Taking stride, stuffing sweets in a swisher
Prides running deep, bedrock in the river
Those days faded into all the time alone
Walls closed in, froze him dry to the bone

We were wild once, writing through the night
Freestyles jumping to life and taking flight
Every color dancing, canvases to paint
Blessed by the rhythm as we sang with the saints
One wrong morning and a pissed off cop
No warning, shots started popping off
Chasing straights, racing trained game dogs
I stole home safe, he was gone without a trace

Outside life goes on, inside lights are gone out 
Of sight, out of mind, out of love of any kind
Trying to find peace and getting beaten on 
Until your brain goes blind
Tired minds dehumanized
Caging up the bluebirds
Fishes sleeping in the ice box, metal cans packed
Nature stopped in her tracks
Got chained up in shackles with a padlock

Four in the morning, going down our block
Memories rock me, reminiscing as I walk
A lifetime passed, it’s like he never left
Can’t ignore the pressure, it’s compressing my chest
Sound of my feet on concrete beneath
A hiss breaks the hush behind me on the street
I twist around, vivid mist hits the bricks
A spray can and the glowing shadow of an outfit

A true blue fitted 59FIFTY
Brand new tall tee, crease still crispy
Gum sole Old Skool skateboard Vans
Threads all draped around the shape of a man
Cuffs folded up like a burial flag
Still flossing the belt, still bustin’ the sag
Freezing me, staring like a statue where I stand
Forms collapse flat, clothes crumple to the ground
The paint falls from invisible hands
My heart stops beating, time slows down
Before it lands, I can only hear the sound of
Echoes in the alley and the empty can rattling around

COLOR VIVO

Ilona Irvine x Paul Jackson Jr - Let's Wait Awhile (Janet Jackson Cover)

Acersecomic oracles
Mad charms oratorical
Lookin' like a paddle, no coracle
You already know I’m allegorical
Addled conjecture, senile reminiscence 
Deceit and denial of the malversation
In preparation for asphyxiation
Green sour milk, unkindled chlorination
Percolation of encephalon fermentation
Deliberate demise of autonomy  

As we strive for inner sovereignty 
Sole propriety, egocentric piety
Denotation in relation for the de-education of this nation
Abrasion through manipulation
Sadist ontology fills up sociology
Studies show scientism ideology begats thanatology 
Despite our equality, no jurisdiction of neurology 
Probably a comedy 
Extremely vacuous nugatory icons
Looking real cute 'til they choke you like a python
Child thief and Charlie Brown, Apocalypse Now
Buttercups lying on the floor
Threw her down on the ground 
Epithets rush through the mind
The tree of life, river of time 
They be takin' what's mine

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