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Annabel
02:17
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The girl with social anxiety does cocaine.
How do we make her comfortable and save her brain?
I'm so mad that it's weird for me to give her a hug
and tell her that she is loved.
For 24 hours now she's been on my mind,
wondering why on earth did our paths intertwine.
To recap - we rapped, shared laughs and danced,
neither of us was looking for romance.
So we talked openly about our turbulent seas
and then she did some lines down on her knees.
The girl with social anxiety does cocaine.
How do we make her comfortable and save her brain?
I'm so mad that it's weird for me to give her a hug
and tell her that she is loved.
I wonder in five years, where will she be?
I hope on a sunny beach in Hawaii.
No cares, fresh air, a flower in her hair,
I don't have to try hard to picture her there.
But she's begging for snow, and that really blows
because the girl came equipped with a cute nose.
The girl with social anxiety does cocaine.
How do we make her comfortable and save her brain?
I'm so mad that it's weird for me to give her a hug
and tell her that she is loved.
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2. |
It's TIme
04:24
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I know why you stay awake at night -
quietly listening for the sounds of a fight.
From the downstairs kitchen come the crashes of a brawl.
Mom lays bleeding on the floor, while dad stands proud and tall.
I can't believe you've got the gaul mom, to apologize
when the blood that's running down your face mixes with the tears born in your eyes.
I say leave
get up and go,
you're strong inside
you can make it on your own.
It's a good thing your mom wears make upor she would get a lot of stares.
At the bruise behind her sunglass and all the truth it bares.
About the pain and sorrow and the blood that shouldn't be on her hands.
And about her adult husband, who is far from a man.
But she'll just keep on hiding, waiting for the day
when some extenuating circumstance will explain it all away.
I say go,
this life is yours.
There's a world full of love for you
right outside your door.
I know your dad, he's got a lot to prove.
He thinks that sorrow doesn't float, so he drowns it in his booze.
The army made him strong, and he does the best he can,
but I feel like he's forgotten that the clothes don't make the man.
He told me "put your faith in Jesus, because his hand will save your life."
But it's a fallacy to think your soul is saved if you continue to beat your wife.
It's time now,
I'll walk with you.
Happiness awaits
we all know you've paid your dues.
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3. |
Think Like the Sun
03:25
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The sun will shine on all of us today,
no matter what color, it will heat us all the same.
It will give us light and show us on our way.
And it gives for free asking no one to repay.
Can't we all see that we are part of the same soul?
Things are bigger than we perceive.
Why do we fight about things that don't even matter tomorrow?
This agitation has got to leave.
People willing to kill in the name of god.
Little do they know their minds have been robbed.
We say "they are the devil, oh they must be stopped!"
But they say the same and the water boils in the pot.
How did we come to disagree on fundamental reason?
What caused this mental strain?
"Evil lurks in every part of earth except our sanctuary."
Hah, Nah, the evil's just in your brain.
Now what happens if we get rid of fear -
Take away the wheel by which we're steered?
Visions of hate will blur as our focus veers
till the images of love and oneness become clear.
And those who live with kindness and love will never be alone in sorrow.
We'll be a brotherhood of man.
Free to dream, free to seek, free to be whatever we so desire.
I think, therefore I am.
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4. |
What's Wrong?
03:52
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A gang load of drunks roam the streets late at night time again.
Hell bent with cruel intent, you know they've got an eye on your friend.
Whoa, they wait until he stops.
Whoa, with one hit, he drops.
Quick, grab his stuff, run away, and disappear into dark.
Is he okay? Who knows, they don't care they've traded money for hearts.
Whoa, when did they come to our town?
Whoa, we don't need you around.
What makes you feel like you can steal from somebody's son?
Someday karma will repay all the evil you've done.
Whoa, when your end is about.
I will not help you out
of the hole you have dug.
Theres a girl walking home from the bar, she's all alone.
You can see what is coming, I only wish that she would have known.
Whoa, how the creeping eyes, they peer.
Whoa, the prey is drawing near.
Quick, throw her down, shut her mouth and take off her clothes.
Satisfied? Won your Prize? Leave her there, broken, bloodied and cold.
Whoa, the pain you make people feel.
Whoa, how can you be real?
What makes you think that you can swoop and take a daughter's love?
What if she was yours? That's the thought karma is made of.
Whoa, but you perform the deed.
I will not help you be freed -
your reign is done.
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5. |
Tu B.I.G.
03:21
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Two mother loving brothers shot dead in the street
because they had managed to make ends meet.
Why is it that their cases remain incomplete?
For the public safety, I demand honesty.
Growing up in Baltimore, a boy with no dad -
born with lots of natural gifts, he used what he had.
Acting and attracting with charisma he was packing
always eager to impress even with no one backing
him up, he just
trust in his gut.
Hands are shut
into fists to
reclaim a chain that he missed.
A cassino fight would put the last nail in the lid.
Was it a sinister plot that got them both shot?
Just mobsters using leverage to get what they want?
Friends from the start, they took artistry to heart.
Many miles away and never really apart.
It was all about the music, all about the flow,
and when it came to rhyming they knew everything to know.
Then a rift, set adrift as if by a ghost.
And before they knew what happened it was about coast vs coast.
Then a tragedy, a prophet laid to rest.
Soon joined by a brother with four bullets in his chest.
Don't you think that someone has seen
enough so that they can wipe this dirty story clean?
Fourteen years gone by, and nobody knows
who dammed up the poetry and that relaxed flow.
When Brooklyn heard, they went just about neurotic -
breaking out into riots when someone played Hipnotic.
All the people cried as the hearse drove by
because every single one knew who lay inside.
He was friendly y'all, he was the guy to meet.
He probably bagged your groceries at the store down the street.
He did it all for love, that's an OG baller,
top rung of the ladder, now he's ashes for his mama.
Don't let history repeat itself.
Don't let this fate fall on no one else.
I end this song with a final plea -
put the gun down don't make no one bleed.
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6. |
Rotten
04:12
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I'm not a mean man, but I can sure be mean.
A consequence in my defense of all the things I've seen.
I love the streets man, but I am no gangster.
I have yet to find a question that violence can answer.
I am adaptive, I am no victim.
Opening your mind consistently will lead to freedom.
I am your dawg. And I will bite you.
The lies you tell act like a veil that I can see through.
I don't always like who I am.
I don't always have an answer.
I will try to refuse a helping hand.
My pride is my cancer. My cancer.
I am a lover. I'm so full of hate.
I long to destroy the status quo so I can recreate.
My mind is water, yet my heart is on fire.
Anything that gets to close I burn with my desire.
I'm not confused, I just don't know what to do.
I want to wreck my past, tare out the roots that I once grew.
I am for peace. Yet I fight myself.
If I did not stand in my defense I would live through my hell.
I don't always like who I am.
I don't always have an answer.
I will try to refuse a helping hand.
My pride is my cancer. My cancer.
I need to let go.
I am not perfect.
I need control.
Or I will live with regret.
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7. |
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03:15
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I'm just a tragedy walking down the street, so just let me walk on by.
Pay no attention for the best form of protection against having to meet my eye.
Soul to soul, soul to sold. I can't scream loud enough.
Imprisoned, I flaunt my sex appeal because I need to feel loved.
I'm trying to walk away, but gravity keeps me tethered to the ground.
I just need to be alone sometimes. It's not you I swear, it just builds inside until I
scream!
Hang on tight to your hammer and swing, these walls are coming down.
I'm sick of this reverb feeding back to me, I will not restrain my sound.
Break down break down all of your superstition because the loving's gonna come on strong.
Swimming in a sea of intuition, rise up with the morning song.
Plucking your head out of dark starvation.
Don't you know that it needs to be fed?
Minding and minding, just chew on your brain.
Absorb your thoughts just like bread.
Free me, can't you see, I'll do you no good in here.
In your mind you criticize and lump me with your fear.
Free me, won't you please let me be who I am.
Trust and try to understand I'm only hear to lend a hand.
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8. |
It's all in Your Mind
03:04
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As the waves come crashing down,
and the world keeps turning round,
is your reality bound?
Or is your imagination
free to dream it's whimsy dreams
that stoke the fire and create the steam
that veils in mist a world that teems
with all the thoughts
you keep inside. Don't lock them away.
Instead set them free from day to day
and watch them as they move and sway
to the music box you wind
that plays it's tune in perfect time
and sends those shivers down your spine.
Can you accept that love is just a state of mind?
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9. |
The Motions
04:52
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Have you ever felt like you were going through the motions?
Walking through life like it was out of your control.
As if possessed by some kind of locomotion.
Just counting down the days until you've grown old.
The people say hi and smile, but it's always the same.
Just the plastic expressions that they wear day to day.
But, how do you feel? Do you feel any shame
knowing you just walk on by and let them smile anyway.
~When you could say~
Hey you there! I'd like to get to know you better.
I know you've got something to say, so why don't we get together.
And since we're walking the same way, why don't we talk awhile.
And the next time you see me, the motions won't apply, no.
Every day there are so many distractions
keeping us away from the things that we really want to do.
Ya, all the people always trying to get some type of reaction.
Throwing out their words to try and change their mood.
But, can you keep your head, do you remember how you feel?
Can you tell them no, or are you feeling a little drowned?
Well, just live for your truth my friend, have no secrets to conceal.
Forget the petty things and find some higher ground.
You can journey with friends, but you can only arrive alone.
But just cause you made it yourself doesn't mean your friends are gone.
In fact, I'll bet you've made some new ones, who have gotten off the ride.
And they're now living life in the mind where the motions don't apply. Get it on.
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Andy Joseph Minneapolis, Minnesota
Just a Madison boy, born and raised. I play the guitar to pass my days. And when the time comes to entertain, I'll leave no inactive cell in your brain. When the word goes through about the work I do, I hope you'll open up and sing along too.
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