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Laced Down

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The one that started the avalanche. Thanks for nothing COVID!

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STUDENT TEACHER

Yo, this track is fire! Right from the start, you’re hit with a flow that’s raw, unpredictable, and crazy unique. The energy in the lyrics is insane—lines like “Dracula, Spectacular” and “Clear the air, life ain’t fair” have this gritty, street poetry feel that pulls you in. It’s like a wild ride through a late-night brainstorm, filled with sharp wordplay and dope punchlines.

The rhyme scheme just goes hard, and there’s this rebellious edge that makes you wanna replay it. The whole vibe feels like spoken word with an underground rap twist, full of intensity but with moments that make you pause and think, too. Mad respect for the creativity and the way you mix humor with real talk. This track has serious personality—if you’re into raw, unfiltered bars with a unique style, this is a must-listen. 💯

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Loosies, La's latest is an introspective lyrical journey that confronts issues of identity, social injustice, and resilience in the face of systemic oppression. Blending sharp political insight with raw personal reflection, the piece challenges societal norms while weaving cultural references—from historic struggles to contemporary movements.

With vivid imagery and a commanding voice, the artist explores themes of self-doubt, resistance, and hope, touching on topics like economic inequality, racial tension, and the enduring power of art as a catalyst for change. This work invites listeners to engage deeply with its layered meanings, reflecting on the complex realities of life in urban America.

More than just a performance, Saturday Blues is a call to awareness, action, and solidarity — a testament to strength amid adversity and a demand for justice and peace.

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THECOLOROFMELODY

A raw confessional poem — part teacher’s diary, part late-night freestyle. “Sorry” loops through regret, wit, and resilience, from Apollo Creed to the classroom. Written and performed by BenLA in 2016 right before he left to go start his organization in Nicaragua. Recorded in one take, imperfections intact — stop coughing on the record!
Lyrics
Sorry 2016 Ben la
(Intro)
 Stop coughing on the f#(*^#& record — hahaha.
Sometimes, when the sun shines,
 One thinks about dumb crimes committed on the front lines as a young guy.
Supply ripe eyes with sights not in sight to frightened minds,
 Enlightened sense of sight — I can see when he was blind.
When I don’t get it, forget it — it bothers me,
 Difficult to do like biology or astronomy.
It’s apology, probably —
 You should get it over with,
 Like having to move through a room with dead and rotting bodies.
Pray to Haile Selassie, Rasta Jesus Christ,
 It didn’t shock me when the rain stopped.
 Sorry Apollo Creed lost to Rocky,
 Sorry I lost the drive and cried — thief.
 My mind sloppy.
Kids these days need karate chops —
 NOT!
 They need watching.
 Third eye need to stop plotting apocalypse doctrine.
Shocking — stop slap-boxing my options,
 And opt in — into animal adoptions.
 Outfox them.
 And when I say smoke them, I mean mock them.
 I don’t mean smack them with an accent —
 I mean look in their eye and smock them.
And when I say smock them, it don’t mean smack them in an accident —
 In fact, the smock be the protector from the color of their wackness.
Without the pen, perfect ten — you cannot win.
 What can happen?
Sorry I play favoritism,
 Sorry I said plagiarism,
 So that faced so much resistance.
 Sorry that infernal snack cart is in existence —
 Ha ha! (Poison in that?)
My heart be taking bites from the psyche shark.
 Sorry for my art.
Watch me then.
Dear Jay,
 What can I say?
 Wish I could’ve done a better job today.
Wish I could wash all that pain away.
 But it’s plain as day — it’s not a shame to say
 I did my best, but my best ain’t good enough yet.
I get good, then upset,
 Cry tears that’s wet.
 Never forget that your hood or your set
 Comes before all the books, wood, and good in your desk.
I know I shouldn’t suggest — nevertheless I confess,
 I feel pressed, something to get this mess off my chest.
Like a little kid at midnight — put it to rest.
 Harder to do than a social-studies test.
 But I won’t give up, ’cause I’m not like the rest.
More than words in the air — but actions and care,
 Teach the next Jay to read, and we’re gonna make the world
 A little-bit-fraction more fair.
Like animals on safari, I’m gonna end this story.
 I know it’s not as simple as Atari — sorry.
Sorry Pat, sorry Ronnie,
 I keep the room looking like a hobby.
 Sorry you-know-who — fish flakes feed pets, the stakes are wobbly.
This job be horror and drama — comedy, Cosby-show family.
 Created snapshots from one crack rock to the Shack debated —
WHAT?! Never late 
Teaching and learning be sacred 
To all the patrons 
Together We in the matrix 
Lets not wait 
Haste 
Abate hatred

Benla 2025

Ben La

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