We’ve been gated, blocked in our fate in mazes
speaking of which what is our fate, escapin the matrix?
waitin for the wages to raise with inflation
standin by for science to find cures for dyin
and that’s the new religion
not the crucifixions
but ever lasting life is still the human mission
and I’m not trying to preach, cause hey, I’m just a geek
and… from even the beats to the lyrics that we speak
we are biased with origin, purpose, and limitations
but if we measure merit with the minutes that we breathe
then it’s a sorry couple of years  
at the end when we are old
a sorry bundle of fears
of oblivion of the soul
not that I don’t have doubts, but I figure
on a road with a definite end, I’ll look at scenery
dreamily, thinkin of things that can’t be thought out
so maybe it’s a star
maybe it’s a cross or a crescent, or a wheel
that teaches you the lessons for the death that you can deal with
and that, that is real sick
and if you don’t believe it’s fine, I like to think
at the end of life we go wherever we think we do

Together let’s break the gate and move past it
walk this path and laugh at the blackness
it’s all right, the universe has done all it could
but it’s still all good, know it’s still all good

We’ve been gated, boxed in a cage of hatred
we’re slaves in this day and age, given to chases
of enemies, quick to point out them
but reluctant just to go and point out friends
pride is the evil the we’re tied to as people
and it’s so sad that you find it in the steeples
and the mosques and the synagogues
this kind of thought cause the truth of what they stood for is lost
and the same goes for nations hating their neighbors
stirrin up patriots and encouraging danger
two World Wars and we’re still having arguments
fire versus fire to see whose spark will win
only to make the blaze bigger
blinded by smoke we can’t see the bigger picture
whether skin, religion, past or personality
I think people should just be good, in actuality
I doubt anyone would disagree

Gated

Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry
other times I wish that we wouldn’t die
other times I sit, disheartened, why?
cause motivation is a fickle thing
with no golden gates as a goal I walk towards with this boulder over my shoulder blades
but though, on the road, now I know my fate
can’t lay coastin to ghost away
I ain’t a ghost, I ain’t goin away
I’m fearless, brave, I am eternity
here to stay, here to stay--
is what I say as the minutes peel away
I seal off then, feel lost in infinite thoughts, never resolving
so much simpler: a Man in the Sky made the world in a week, then ran your life
so fuck it, I lost my religion
God ain’t a given but as long as I be living
ama stay away of sinnin
with all my will willin that the world will do same and reciprocate instead of people giving hate, gotta make peace,
got walls to break that fall with reason
easy, agreed?
maybe not
but damn we gotta find some place to start
it’s all said and done before, we said it’s wonderful
but really, we just say it, and that’s all
life’s a shot, so chase it away, and erase the grey, and color it in, 
and remember the taste, and suffer again, the shot is still grey, but fuck it then
I can imagine it, as the elixir
the better world, that it does exist
and if I got the hope to imagine it
the grey turning into silver glass, that is
then the basilisk that has paralyzed me’s
blasted to bits by cannon-fire fleets
and the world at last’ll be sacrifice free
unless they want to, no one will have to die
and never have to fear about what will come after life
wipe tears of the sorrowful and dab they eyes
no horoscope, no oracle, I didn’t write Revelations
but I got a revelation to share
we can find heaven, imagination is there
that thought is free
what you think at night, to the lock’s, the key--
Pure imagination

Pure Imagination

Go On Singing

Chasing the cool is the fool who is outta school
on summer break gonna make it the States 
be it cutting movies, be it writing books
plots are the same with heroes fighting crooks
a hip hop pre-college kid
show-stop-apocalypse, make em ladies lose their breath
trachea oesophagus closed
Akomplice, rocking Acrylik  clothes with a Lupe Fiasco lyrical flow
10 Deep shirts and I use axe Vice
wax spikes ain’t whack my groove’s mad nice
rap in Japan asking can I Kick it yes I can
fam, ama visit when I land
I’m on the plane lookin out at the morning from the sky
for all the pink stiches, I'm soarin at this height
for all the mean bitches, my heart is all right
I know the dawn’s here cause before was the darkest of nights

A lot of its sucked up
just look at the kid’s eyes
seein the sadness, buried
wounds within he hides
it’s gotta be someday
he fades in the sunset
it’s gotta be right, when night, then dawn will come along

Saw blonde braids, I fell the wrong way
after, she taught me how to not fall as easily
three blonde braids, the beauty they conveyed
and her cheeks were as warm as a Summer day
eyes like the moon yata yata, and the roses and the violets
her smile: Jun swooned at those hazel irises
and what about her kindness
I can’t even rhyme shit to do it justice
bust this-why? Cause I guess
that’s what this is
she was everything I needed 
but not in the way I thought
now I see it wasn’t love lost, but a friend gained
and a better understanding of end game
she left me with a measure of self-respect
kept my self in check and in exchange of that, the rest is set
so with my mojo back, I’m done lookin at photographs
done with this old solo dolo act, good morning neighbor

She was a blue eyed China Doll
see I wasn’t tryin to fall--but--
yeah I was, and I did, as I recall
walked into the friend zone again, though
I promised myself fore I got to New York City that I wouldn’t
but I did
another strike for the kid
another miss of wistfulness, and the thing is
it is what it is cause I didn't call dibs
it hurts--broke down on the last night trippin over my
shoe strings
and Adam’s producing
these melancholic melodies that make me do things
romance, and slow dance, with girls whom I got no chance
I know man, so what can I do, but sip Dew out of Coke cans
and simply say fuck it
cause at the end, know ama love it
haha--It’s all right, this love letter ama chuck it
aside, and not cry, cause this sucker for loving
knows at the end of day, another is coming
The morning

The Mo(u)rning

Ladies not gentlemen, I'm addressin them
undressing them? Got elegance
means not quite yet to be eloquent
get it then that's good you can be my guest
so let's take you to a fancy dinner
after we dine I'm dancin with ya
name's Jun and I gotta rose but I gotta go do what I don't know
but you're not the one

I'm not workin and never livin ever to get a chick
if it's that much work, whatever bitch
friend-zone, hell no, you're reckonin with a bright side lookin
bright eyed student, side-lined bookend for the stories of the guys and women who are couples--
but I'm good-lookin enough and
fighting for love is overrated there are other things I can do
chillin with Adam, eatin White Castle, love ain't a game, more like a raffle
gold tickets aren't gotten by skill are hard work or will, for real
you find them in chocolate
haha, and bust out the Cheetos, we laugh cause we ain't the heroes
we're the dudes drinkin Mountain Dew feelin pretty good about it all, and not shitty or pissed off

It's the small things that we eat
When you're broken and your heart feels like it's beat
Brush the shit off cause I'm talkin bout a feast
So what's it gonna be? Do you want a No. 3 from Blanco Fortress

I'm kind of like the rap John Mayer, on a date: make ladies swoon
layin at the park, gaze at the moon
smooth, in a poetic spot, you know I get her to talk, to put her head to my--Cut--that is not me, I am sloppy, I fuck up my witty one lines and drop things
not to over exaggerate, but to get over a girl I master
breakdancing and walk it off
cause it will pass, on and off
I love this girl, but God only knows
and that's okay, cause I like roads
and I like walkin and I hate pity
as long as I got my friends with me
sooner or later I gotta get lucky
what I don't get is why I am shoutin
not caught in it, like I did in trails infinite
and quitting ain't a limit but a litmus of how much I can take
I fully give it when I kick it at the end of the day
that's all I can DO
all there is TO IT
on to the NEXT ONE
after the MUSIC
I'm still Jun and I got a rose, but I gotta go-- do what?
I don't know, but she's not the one

White Castle

Let’s float
what if you could just drift off on a boat in the ocean
not forward, you wanna see back? Well, I’m sitting on the couch, reminiscing that it’s '010
back in the days, trapped in a maze
and I was so tense, always spat pretense
and I made no sense, always on a fence
had trouble putting in my contact lenses
that’s a metaphor, that I’d better store
step through meadows to get to the general store
me, I buy a Mountain D.
I see now the sky’s so lovely
funny, how I smile now, down with the weather?
The couch in the clouds is the route to the better
relaxed in my rap and I feel so featherweight
not high; so light that I levitate

What I mean’s don’t wake me
I could die in this daydream
it is green and golden here
makin jam like your mom, singin~

All I need is my mamajams

Cause I like people
Good Guy Greg and laughter
no stress when you go and mess your math up
cause life ain’t a function
it’s making mistakes on dates and mumblin’
our true soul mates wait on a junction
we’re just Duders, cruising to uh… something
but I know it’s good
cause the world is green
and the sky is blue
and the girl of my dreams
seems to be seen
and if she ain’t the One I can dream
and visualize, in vigorous eyes
what it’d be like with her to be livin life
and after I’m done being wistful
I stop the song and quit listening
then I drift like a willow
covered by clouds like the mascot of Michellin, so listen in

All I need is my mamajams
All I need is my mamajams to jam your mom

Cloudy days are a cover for the better things
don’t be worried by the signs that the weather bring
seasons change but the constant’s an evergreen
emerald green, gems, they gleam with
scintillating colors
in wind sway as lovers
we all wanna be them, but with all there’s no other
and other is diversity, that’s a universe for me
what I wanna say here so wordily is:
don’t worry, words out,
If it seems sad--
outwards, the couch, till the dream’s back
and when I say I mean that
not between the lines but on em like a B flat
I mean it all, and luckily
we all on the quest for that next missin puzzle piece
in this world where we’re told to be hustling
it feels good for a moment to be shushing them

The Couch

bryozoa at the park

All Good - De la Soul (adam remix)

Produer: Adam Davidson
Emcee: Juniboi
Engineer: Kerim Wilhelm

Dirty Laundry

konpeitō / 金平糖

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Chasing the cool is the fool who is outta school
On summer break gonna make it the States 
Be it cutting movies
Be it writing books
Plots are the same
With heroes fighting crooks
A hip hop pre-college kid
Showstop apocalypse
Make em ladies lose their breath
Trachea oesophagus closed
Akomplice, rocking Acrylik  clothes
With a Lupe Fiasco lyrical flow
10 Deep shirts and I use axe Vice
Wax spikes ain’t whack my groove’s mad nice
Rap in Japan asking can I Kick it yes I can
Fam, ama visit when I land
I’m on the plane lookin out at the morning from the sky
For all the pink stiches, I'm soarin at this height
For all the mean bitches, my heart is all right
I know the dawn’s here cause before was the darkest of nights


Chorus:

A lot of its sucked up
Just look at the kid’s eyes
Seein the sadness, buried
Wounds within he hides
It’s gotta be someday
He fades in the sunset
It’s gotta be right, when night, then dawn will come along


Interlude:
It’s these girls, man… kind ones, cold ones… I see them… and I fall
I mean it’s not smart… But it is what it is


Verse 2:

Saw blonde braids, I fell the wrong way
After, she taught me how to not fall as easily
Three blonde braids, the beauty they conveyed
And her cheeks were as warm as a Summer day
Eyes like the moon yata yata, and the roses and the violets
Her smile: Jun swooned at those hazel irises
And what about her kindness
I can’t even rhyme shit to do it justice
Bust this-why? cause I guess
That’s what this is
She was everything I needed 
But not in the way I thought
Now I see it wasn’t love lost, but a friend gained
And a better understanding of end game
She left me with a measure of self-respect
Kept my self in check and in exchange of that, the rest is set
So with my mojo back, I’m done lookin at photographs
Done with this old solo dolo act, good morning neighbor


Chorus:

A lot of its sucked up
Just look at the kid’s eyes
Seein the sadness, buried
Wounds within he hides
It’s gotta be someday
He fades in the sunset
It’s gotta be right, when night, then dawn will come along


Verse 3:

She was a blue eyed China Doll
See I wasn’t tryin to fall-but
Yeah I was… and I did, as I recall
Walked into the friend zone again, though
I promised myself fore I got to New York City that I wouldn’t
But I did…
Another strike for the kid
Another miss of wistfulness, and the thing is, it is what it is, cause I didn’t call dibs
It hurts… broke down on the last night trippin… over
My… shoe strings
And Adam’s producing
These melancholic melodies that make me do things
Romance, and slow dance, with girls whom I got no chance
I know man, so what can I do, but sip Dew out of coke cans
And simply say fuck it
Cause at the end, know ama love it
Ha ha, it’s all right, this love letter ama chuck it
Aside… and not cry, cause THIS sucker for loving
Knows at the end of day, another is coming
The morning

V.I.B.E.

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