Listening to strange fruit jay root and Beirut
Trying to listen to Jesus its hard as fake boobs
At times I stay tuned hear the bread break
And grape juice and Grey goose gossiple
Prelude let it play through
I'm listening to Mr J medeiros and nicolay
While I'm hearing drips of rain
Hit against the window pane
Hits on tape hit parade 1968
When it plays I hear the bullets penetrate
Mlk soul levitate
When the plane starts to escalate
Top gun take my breath away
Its time to press and play
Drop the needle then step away
Hear whats said off the record
Before there's nothing left to say
In my room listening to sermon gershwing
Earth wind and fire
Listening to persons I admire
Searching for higher learning like ice cube
On I tunes listening to grown men
Rapping like it's high school
Listening to friends talk hearing my pen stop
Used to write first now I try to listen then jot
Listening to pop like reddenbach's
City to the boondocks
Can't you hear the games like a jukebox
Cause you gotta pay to play
And there's no lay away
Give up ya call em real snares no 808
Real talk my vocals go and slay the tape
I say it straight and never twice
No fake delay
Listen with the volume down push the sound back
If every life's a movie all our soundtracks
Sound like sound blasts
All our sounds greet a man
To each other no sound reasoning
Stop breathe again listen
Music is a great way to heal
And a safe place to feel
Trapped in this fake world
A gateway to real
It's a great way to heal
And a safe place to feel
Trapped in this fake world
A gateway to real
