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0 Baby Sings the Blues
03:08
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Sometimes I feel like I must be an alien
There really must not be a place for me
No matter where I go it seems I am shunned
Inside me no one really cares to see
Might as well be invisible, worth only what I let myself be used for
When I'm all used up I see a closed door
Now I'm worth less than I was before
How pitiful, now I'm miserable, ashamed of the way I chose to go
Refused to use what I knew now I know, that must be why I am so alone
I just don't belong and I know that I never will
Everyone is in the valley I'm up on the hill
Everyone is outside while I'm on the window sill
Everyone's a letter, I'm just a bill
I know that I must really be an alien
Everywhere I look around I see
Somebody who is telling me I am dumb
That I am less cause I have less than he does
Wish I could be invisible, worth only what I get and what I can afford
Show me no respect and tell me I am poor
That I am worth less than the rest in store
They ridicule and pity fools like me who can't reset the rules
Accept neglect expect abuse I am nothing I am just a tool
I don't want to belong and I know that I never will
Everyone is in the valley I'm up on the hill
Everyone is outside I'll be on the window sill
Everyone's a letter I'm just a bill
Yet and still I try to find my place
but all I find is I must face my own eyes
then I'll realize that I don't even need
the validation I have faith in me
God loves me and I love me, I don't even need what I seek
God still loves me and I love me, I don't even need what I seek.
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1 Invisible Woman
03:11
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It's like nobody can see me I must be see thru
I'm not on tv which seems to mean nobody's watchin
cause they knock you over in streets when you slower
than motorola screens can't lean on shoulders
they leave you lower, knee deep in manure, under the mower
need to make a scene to be seen anymore
ain't lookin forward to whats in store
can't afford to walk in the door gotta break thru the window or the floor
Hook: Might as well be invisible Wish I could be invisible
I wish nobody could see me not even previews
discreet a freakin recluse
beneath the sheets no need for peepholes
some people would be mean demean me for bein unregal
I'm clean though won't plea for acquittals drop ya gavel
I'm civil not savage, insignificant and average?
amidst these massive demographics,
when I've passed & I'm in rigor there will be no vigil
I'm invisible not invincible just a drop in a river so
Hook
Ain't nothin to see here in a one way mirror
I see em clearer than they see me I completely disappear
when they don't need me, the greedy don't share
they're unaware of my existence it isn't fair
their decisions effect my livin they don't care
bout my opinions I'm not a million I'm rare
compared to billionaires I ain't even there
but a prayer for no vision I wouldn't dare I sit & stare.
Hook
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3. |
2 alieNation
02:26
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I'm a strange nomad, I claim no land I aim to understand
The people who I'm equal to, I'm speakin' to, not reachin'
too much frequency peakin, my meanin's not leakin' thru
I be stumblin', mumblin', wonderin' whats up with it
frequently seekin' another, conductor, to release the thunder with
Ingnitin' lightnin' brightnin' fightin' ugliness
with cohesion what's the reason I ain't stuck to shit
can't bond what's wrong? I ain't trustin' lips
givin' service with a sermon when it comes to puttin' work in
they ain't touchin' shit, but'll burn you like a furnace for a surplus
of the stuff you get, all their current's on the surface
no deeper than they need to bleed ya leave ya nervous
I ain't even hurt, just alert in this circus
Everywhere I look I see an alien and I'm an alien
from a different planetarium vocabulary is
essential in communicating potential intentions
investing in friendships connections are needed
to be successful I'm separate don't get it
feelin' weird and not accepted, my message not received like I sent it
disconnected who shares my perspective, understands my expression
will I ever find a common ground to step in?
with fellow pedestrians extending impressions
without pretendin' and expensive projection n shit
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4. |
3 Show & Prove
02:51
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Stop pissin' in my pigeon noodle soup
Feedin' me chicken sittin' in the same grease for weeks
It's not fittin' for decent livin' got leaks in the ceilin'
Rats in the street and buildins, no heat I'm not chillin'
No sleep police killin' the children
Judges not givin' a fuck, got no feelins
There's no will n no way, you gotta pay to play, there's no millions
Only minimum wages for skill n cages fillin'
The game is appealin' for those with top billin' winnin'
Those on the bottom got problems not proper options for healin'
Who wanna be kneelin'? beggin for what others get with no effort
Concealin' the gap not revealin' the facts
Nobody's hearin' til/here until we really react,
Attack the system that insists we adapt
Hook: Show me no respect and tell me I am poor
Hood dwellin' can make a good felon,
Coulda been a freshman, dentist or reverend
Instead led in descending directions
Never expected better never heard they deserved an investor,
Not astounding In these surroundings they found no measure
Of value for renters who own nothing and owe something monthly,
Daily people judging comparing, not carin', starin'
Not sharin' or lovin' thinkin' the worlds above em
And nothings below em who's gonna show em different
It's hot in the kitchen, everybody dipped and
Who's left is dismissed and forgotten
Not uplifted despairin' not repairin' declarin' they're not committed
Wary not scary unprepared but not ignorant
indifferent considering conditionin's deliberate
I figure it's a side effect of neglect isn't it?
Hook
They say you ain't shit if you can't pay shit
If you a patient then you better make ya payments
From birthdates to funeral arrangements
The population exists as bank statements
And credit scores stay indebted inflation depression
You're poor, if you can't afford your stake in the war
You're worthless beyond your purpose
Of circulating a currency what worries me
Is seeing every being reduced to a use and a fee
And reasons ain't even excuses they use this stupid position
We didn't give em as permission to hoard
And deliver provisions its survival of the fattest not the fittest
It isn't magic to elicit what we need to survive
Without attachment to a system that don't consider our lives
A significant prize just an instrument to implement a lie
And we give in unwillin' to sacrifice.
Hook
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5. |
4 Used 4/Used 2
04:44
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Poppin' pussy & payin' paper is my purpose prepared
Purveyor of play? sure that's what I'm made for
Stay sore, break spine make time for those that won't take time
Waste mine. watch my waist line, diminish givin' more than
I'm gettin' poured no straight lines
No safe space away from fake faces disguised
As kind with no kind of consideration
Appreciation for my work my worth my great grind
Ethic just aesthetics & measurements
No baseline or credit it's unapologetic synthetic
Smiles that incline my skeptic mind in desperate times
To accept less than justified, just to survive
I just desire reciprocation for efforts not to get jerked
While waitin' for payment like,,, justice denied
Just a reply a return on my investment to get what I've earned
Not left behind & I'm tired of lettin' it slide
I'm sexy & I'm bestie til my tank is on empty
And I ain't gettin' no rides
Hook: Worth only what I let myself be used for,
What do I let myself be used for
What do I let myself be used to
They be like:
"Gimme gimme just to be with me, with me you'd be so pretty
not petty, you get me? Don't get me twisted. Forget you exist
unless you give it, parasitic, in this for what
I'm in this for, quit givin' and get the door, more
is all that's wanted, flaunt it, thought its all you could be
good to me, good for me? surely you're distorting pictures
thinking you're essential, indispensable whenever you dry up
I'll find another better you"
I be like:
"Take from me, take me, don't go away from me, don't hate me
keep me, need me, beseech me, just play with me
teach me games and reach for me, leech from me
I wanna be something to somebody" I got some fucked up psychology
problems, probably symbiosis psychosis fillin' roles like quotas
Co dependence, to get acceptance I let them receive from me
I see my need to feel complete reveals I'm weak
and wobbly playin' commodity like I don't merit better quality
Hook
I must be dumb or somethin' I trust em n need em
they leave me feelin' stupid used n mistreated
they won't repent I'll resent they'll defend I'll befriend again
when fences mend I'll end up lendin' rentin' sense of
friendship and value, how do I let them tell me what I amount to?
I give discounts to bosses, take losses for my labor
compensation ain't major but pays the cost of
existing exhausted in smaller spaces than I wanna stay in
when salty, complainin' nobody can take it and listen
all they offerin' is dick n balls I'm jaded and distant
don't wanna play this submissive position
exchange my gains for admittance to places I don't fit in
competitions ridiculous makes you be the viciousest
or get ripped at the ligaments by vigilant participants
while everybody witnesses a bunch of fuckin' hypocrites
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5 Black & B'loser
02:51
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Don't got no S on my chest, cause I ain't shit
and I get no respect I don't expect to I accept the pits
as where my life exists and I admit, lower levels where I settle
just permit me to revel never pedal out the midst/mist
dismiss my intellect reflect elements I detest
Insist this is the best it gets confess I guess it's neglect
I'll never collect, I'm never correct, I'll never get rest
unless I sever the tethers of debts and regrets
Hook: Nobody loves me nobody ever will
Everyone's outside I'm on the window sill
They're in the valley, I'm up on the hill
Everyone's a letter, I'm just a bill
Nobody loves me, nobody every will
Well they can stay outside I'll be on the window sill
Everybody can't be on top, that's why I'm not
but I'm not everybody, seems like I'm not anybody
guess I'm probably just a loser with no excuse or
reason to be this I'm seethin' receivin' demeanin' beatins from troops
the leadin' heathens they stoop to schemin' treason aloof
to meanin' leavin' the noose loose, but just a little
a boost of truth I'm uncivil unravel the riddles that baffle
and it'll be natural to flip the fuck out cause
Hook: Nobody loves me nobody ever will
Everyone's outside I'm on the window sill
They're in the valley, I'm up on the hill
Everyone's a letter, I'm just a bill
Nobody loves me, they tell me I'm funny
That I ain't worth a penny, after takin' all my money
Nobody loves me and I don't even care
They say they're above me and I'm not even there
They keep takin' from me like I was unaware
They tell me I'm ugly because I am not theirs
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7. |
6 Wanna Be
05:01
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I don't need to be told what's appropriate what I'm supposed to be
like I'm a robot controlled by the notion of someone else's program
they act like the fact that I have my own standards don't matter
and I don't know shit.
People equal to me tell me whats legal and I go with it
they be definin' my reality and showmanship
I'm rollin' with, the punches for somethin' I have no onwership
followin' a model made by clay that I ain't molded with
focusin' on an image much different than I'm hostessin'
hopin' I locate a place I won't be broken in
where my motions won't be voted on or voted in
where I won't be a token chosen to promote a slogan by associates
who treat me like I'm lower than, where my value ain't a total
of how far I'll go for them, I'm goin' then to find an openin'
to show me this exists, show me where it is and I'm approachin' it
Hook: Can't act like that cuz I'm black,
Now I gotta be fine cuz I got a feline
They say I need to speak right, teach types to be like
I don't wanna be for these guys I just wanna be me
I just wanna be, I'm not a wanna be I just wanna be
I don't need to be rated, don't need to be berated
don't need to be labeled for bein' naked no make up
I say what I feel they tell me wake up
Fake it til I make it to the status they raise up became what
they wanted because they taunted but taught it ain't enough
I'm stayin' rough around the sides, I won't apologize
I compromise I'm ostracized not validated
competin' for seats in these stations
is the difference in positions in imaginations?
they monopolize what's idolized I wanna know who they is
and why we take what they say as truth and who maintains it?
maybe thats the way that social creatures are created
to have a peckin' order and I'm hatin' my location
I ain't at the head so instead I walk away from it
ain't chasin' placements on tables of classification
what more can I say I'm just a homo sapien
Hook
I don't see idols in titles I am not able with labels
I got a problem with authority
sayin' what people ought to be what's lawful? what's awful?
nobody ever thought for me, no one can I'll be damned
I let somebody author me off of their philosophy
I'm not some kind of property who are they? but people
in apparel, what's legal? what's regal? fecal we not feeble we equal
I'll repeat til they cease the evil treatment
of what they don't agree with its no secret they leechin'
energy and breedin' disagreements
breechin' what's adhesive between us
deceivin' our believin' we perceivin' before we even
meet and greet in decreed scenes
prestige is a dream freed in schemes of reason
achieved by seasons of tv series and theories
of theologies we're reared in economies we disappear in
becoming numbers adhering to structures needin' us to keep it up
til we leave it rustin'
Hook
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My instinct isn't basic it's the basis of livin' survival
the fitness of wits amidst the myths and lies that lie in basements
of civilizations created you name when who made it up?
I trust in blood that pumps through veins and sustains my life
the food I use to fuel my fights with frights and flights to heights
despite my pint size I rise in might when vices tight
and threatnin' breath, forget what's right what's fair
don't care the air is there I need it will kill to still receive it and hike
ignite the lights I see with at night when I ain't sleepin' I write
I type I swipe for life I be in not believin' what they feedin'
but eatin' a bite, not likin' I'm slight not bulimic though i keep it inside
Hook: Refused to use what I knew now I know
I shoulda listened to my intuition but didn't
I shoulda listened to my intellect but didn't
Intelligence is tellin' this self to relish in developin'
not embellishin' wealth of intellect in my head
not when I'm givin' it when deliverin' my thinkin' and the inklings I get
when cognition's correct and I'm linked in
my vision detects direct connects deliberate repetition
conditions and collects the ringin' bells in my livin' cells
with conviction and yet my spirit convinces my brain
to wave away the fake displays remain suspicious
not uplifted in some minds I played the victim
in mine I stayed resistant to prime time gimmicks
providing analytics contrived to divide my physics
and then emotions takes over, I'm driving different
Hook
I shoulda listened to my intuition but didn't
and now I'm sittin' thinkin' bout the shit that hit the fan
damn it's stinkin' my decisions lead to prisons not prisms
no light can get in to guide my spirit driven
by fire and desire stricken by limits I give in
perspire ambitions are missions to satisfy the physical
not spiritual in it or out of it, not doubtin' it
can't figure how to get disciplined
my trust in my gut keeps switchin' with
the whys/wise in my mind if I'd be quiet ride the tide
I'd find the blinds get lifted, remindin' me that vision is within
if I give it permission to assist providing what I need
would I still dream and wish?
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9. |
8 Face my Eyes
03:04
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I lied a lot when I was little liked to cop from shops & not drop a nickel
lifted with 5 fingers was fickle hocked spittle
fiddled with brittle shit til it split in 2
principles of karma hard to swallow
impossible not to follow and listen to
hypocritical complainin' later how fibbin' takers get picky
spit in my face and break my shit up too
who am I to sympathize with opposition whose rise is in my demise
is what I'm thinkin' cruel intentions protectin' my prizes
despisin' what I've shifted to bein' seein' I cry for reasons
I smiled prior cause I was positioned with contradiction
believin' cleavin' leavin' feelin' different this season
Hook: All I find is I must face my own eyes
I ain't no better than ever y body I see why we all wrong and flawed
in some form? or other ignorin' causes callin' motherfuckers frauds n
act appalled attract applause and credit want reward and merit
for effort forgettin' our faults have led to detriment before
and will some more I'm sure I hope it don't but won't edit it from stored
memories lessons be lettin' me know I've grown
instead of overdosed on regrets and deficits and scores
am I measurin' up with the proletariat? what am I comparing with?
and for? adore the best of shit abhor the torn and errors with
the sentiment my boo boos could be used to improve
be better to/too not better than them.
Hook
My eyes feel I failed my ideal I deal but fear fair
would mean I'd reap pairs and 3s of fares be bare and barely
bear to stare at me not tear at me where I be
not where I dreamed my wares are where?
it wears on me I dare compare how can I free my cares?
I wear vanity, damagin' sanity can't stand to be aware of
humanity, fantasy relieves the agony, leads to apathy atrophy
leaves anatomy scantily clad has em mad at me
rapidly draggin' me through travesties avidly seek family
to stand with me speak candidly reach for peace from weak
pageantry distractin' me from seein' back at me
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9 No Place Like ...
02:18
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Hook: Yet and still I try to find my place but all I find is
People all up in my face tryna put me in my place in a case
in a cast/caste and it tastes like a past I don't wanna chase
what a waste just to praise paste? no thanks I'll pass
get crass for a lass when I'm mad and the lassos a hassle
it won't break fast so slow mo, no Flo Jo but dash and sprint
for the mint cause the pros do stash
no clink in a can, no mink in my hand make too little for the middle
but too stink to be linked with the damned
I want a castle no mo hobo trash won't show class for
rich folks kissin' assholes and dick wanna kick n crack domes
n glass doors of those that slow my cash flow cause I don't stack loans
I don't lack growth cause I chose back roads
I'm zoned out the house they throw bones I go bouts
they yell "don't shout" but doubt I'm about that route without clout
I'm drownt stout in my mouth no spouse to vouch or pout to
I mount the couch and crouch til droughts through
count my trouts and sprouts til accounts due
Hook
People all up in my face tryna take up all my space
in the race in the place where I place my brakes
from the waves of my brain to the ways of the grain I stay against
no crates no gates no fence protects what I make and get
from the rest who break heads not bread fed up I fled
couldn't catch up or catch breath I bled and sweat for the stead
instead I rent the scent, sublet the sense of residence
a nest to rest my flesh and bones for a home I quest
Intense I go for an abode I roam for room to be who (I want to)
(I want to) belong to more than me
not lost or altered to be fostered not conquered or leased
or bought er owned or spent I don't accept those I won't let close
I get left, but I'm blessed and hope to spread love
not fend off those with less or more or whore my best for said address
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11. |
10 The Gospel
02:20
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Raggedy &?
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