Friends Enemies Apples Apples

by Mr. J. Medeiros

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released May 20, 2009

Written by: Mr. J. Medeiros
Produced by: Stro Elliot

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Track Name: Children feat. Tara Ellis
How is it possible to hate someone you never met
In waiting rooms of hospitals
A babies soon to measure his worth
When through the door
He feels no warmth of his fathers hand
And earth becomes the floor he learns to crawl on
Till an honest man is upright
He hug tight to insecurity
The fear of being vulnerable steers him from his purity
And runs him from the only place within
That knew his proper name
The secret space he lived inside he grew
Until the doctor came
And smacked him till he started breathing
Crash, into the art of reason
Laughing is an act of treason
Blasphemy to start believing
And after he has had his season marked
By every heartless lesion
Hardened by his Eden
In his garden he will starve this evening

Mothers I see our struggle
Fathers I hear our trouble
Brothers we will recover
Sisters we all need each other
Mothers I see our struggle
Fathers I hear our trouble
Brothers we will recover
Sisters we all need each other

Love, with out it we just skin and bones
Love, we crowd it with the things we own
Love, we doubt it till we bring it home
Love, we shout it till the kingdoms known, sing it now
Love, what the powers that be try to keep us from
Love, in the hour of need when you feel alone
Love, to shower the seeds till we see them grown
Love, I’m out on me knees until we see it shown

Mothers I see our struggle
Fathers I hear our trouble
Brothers we will recover
Sisters we all need each other
Mothers I see our struggle
Fathers I hear our trouble
Brothers we will recover
Sisters we all need each other

I take a moment of his time
To hold him and give mind
To all he relives
Find the hole he re-digs
Bind his soul to a thick line
The safety behind it
The stone would have hit
Eyes don’t know where to find it
When drawn in sand
A psalm to man emptying every palm as hands
Are balled into fits as they call to accuse
But they fall from the list
That they’ve drawn from the news
And we all hypocrites if we saw what we choose
Over life, over love, over dawn, over You
And they ask what He’s building and why does He bother
A map for us children to find our own Father

Mothers I see our struggle
Fathers I hear our trouble
Brothers we will recover
Sisters we all need each other
Track Name: Last Stars
We are the last stars gazing
Are you lonesome

Is this how we choose to heal
When kisses taste like bruises feel
And I miss the place I use to kneel
That hidden space I knew was real
That little child who lived to chase
The one they like to kiss their face
And make them blush cus love was playful
Now its just rushed and the tongue unfaithful
Hung ungrateful the moon can only shine cus the sun
What I find is that I’ve been blinded
By the moves we have inclined, undone
Now I know why you hide your hands
Why your eyes were never inside mine
Why you turn to the side when a man
Seeks to learn what’s inside your mind
Bless the soul who throws the shell back
Once they hear the life has left
How would I know all the years you felt that
Door you close, my ears are pressed
My time is spent outside your window
Throwing pebbles from the ground
Till the day you let me enter
And you say you’ve heard the sound
I am not what your afraid of
I’m the skin you long to feel
I came to stop what your ashamed of
And to show you I am real

We are the stars that open
Within a dark that holds them
We are their last of hope
We are the last stars gazing
Out in the open their frozen
Are you lonesome
Are you lonesome
We are the last stars gazing
Out in the open their frozen
Are you lonesome
Are you lonesome

To stand beside you in a space you own
Share the vitals in a race you’ve known
Spare the idols, dare survival,
For your time was never safe at home
You faced alone your reflection
In the dark parts of his eyes
And have known mans imperfections
And have grown to see through lies
And yet you can not see through mine
For there is nothing there to see
That’s why I ask what is this glass you bare
The opposite of me
And I say someday the moon will give up
Pretending he’s the sun
And soon you’ll be force to live up
To the day we have begun
And while your laying on your pillow
Wondering how you should feel
Ill be waiting at your window just to show you I am real

We are the last stars gazing
Out in the open their frozen
Are you lonesome
Are you lonesome
Track Name: My Own
My own I’m standing up on my own
My own I’m standing up on my own
My own I’m standing up on my own
My own I’m standing up on my own

Bearer of burden, the error I’m certain is due to ignorance
Be carefully aware of the curtain-cued indifference
To manslaughter one mans daughter
Another mans video groupie
You sittin on gold cool I’m stittin on two feet
My loose leaf dangerous my truth be stranger then fiction
I aim with a conviction, the marksmen in me is inflamed
This art intended me to be the archenemy of fame
The heart of venom need a vein the weak of will evil type
Selling us the famed people kill people hype
Tell that to the 9-year-old shot in the face
For the 9 he holds was never really locked in its case
Theories get mocked when you mopping up brain matter
You copying a fame rapper but after you drop
It aint the same
Actors is caught in a frame you just caught in a game
Fought for your chain got got and never thought of again

My own I’m standing up on my own
My own I’m standing up on my own
My own I’m standing up on my own
My own I’m standing up on my own

On the T.V. all I hear is gun talk
On the radio all I hear is gun talk
On the T.V. all I hear is gun talk
On the radio all I hear is gum talk
On the T.V. all I hear is gun talk
On the radio all I hear is gun talk
On the T.V. all I hear is gun talk
On the radio all I hear is gum talk

I’m sure the sky will stop falling once we sober the dead
Cus circumcised or not homie we all in over our heads
Calling on the phone for the Pres.
We tall men with the chrome in our hands we act foolish
The opponent of man attacks school kids
Lays bones and raise more stones then Druids
Glocks in the 80’s
Came like New Kids On The Block in the 80’s
A new kind of pop a new kind of rock
They boiled it down and got this new Hip-Hop
Where you can get shot
And I don’t want no part of it now its double negative
I don’t care who started it or how subtle the message is
It aint Melle Mel then I’m curious
Define murderous count to 5 till we all get furious
Naomi, Anna, Lena, Marry, and Marian
Holy Father please carry them

My own I’m standing up on my own
My own I’m standing up on my own
My own I’m standing up on my own
My own I’m standing up on my own
Track Name: Target Market
These kids don't need guns these kids they need fathers
Seeds scholars who anti- freeze we cease dollars
Tease daughters new canned eye wheels are we martyrs?
We weak targets now am I real? keep talking
We free markets for TV scum who see profit
When we prophet these things to come like we cosmic
We comic we speak these gums then we cock it
The heat rocket now we these sons that bleed stop it
Aint a man in a three piece lying in the street
With his hands on a piece peaced dying in the heat
Its a boy in a white T poor all his life
On the floor in his Nike's pouring his life
Out a brain he ashamed of
Taught by the game if he came up
It gotta be the same way his man done
Nah brother its all an image for over privileged
Yall numbers the owners divots on summer visits
Play the victim the role of the tyrant life
Play the sitcom cus we all like violence right?
Nah not in this gated community
Who’s getting paid in this jaded commune “Its me!”
Say the Inc.’s, the C.O.'s, the Com's, the Tom’s
The C.E.O.'s, the “MTV YO’s” is gone
The mp 3 woe is me the whole song
Leaving empty seats in these homes for so long
And it goes on cus we frozen for gold charms
Behold arms grown so cold to hold on
To our global positioning is hopelessly wishing
That our social conditioning aint blown our listening ears
If I gotta stand alone I’m here
Though as a man I am known for fear
I’m also known for faith
The awful truth is that we've thrown the race
If in our youth we aint shown a strength
And a place we can grow in safety
18 and he own a Mercedes
He bake fiends and he known to the ladies
A day dream sold to him own loan from Hades
This hate seems to have cloned these babies
Listen up now
Play the victim the role of the tyrant life
Play the sitcom cus we all like violence right?
Nah not in this gated community
Who’s getting paid in this jaded commune “Its me!”
Say the street wear jocks selling Glocks on T's
Who pay to keep their lock on a novelty
Half these guys be the ones on a shopping spree
To advertise these guns on the block for free
While Mr.Glock come to cop a plea
Like “What?” “Everybody got a stock in me!”
Now bruh you aint gotta be Socrates
To know the stock you bought make the market bleed
Nahmean, talk about a target market
Nahmean, when you walking out guard your pocket
Nahmean, them is all about the profit margin
When the projects starving be a carcass garden
In a heart less hardened lives a plan of God
And you can harness this power any land you on
And its a power you cant really put a handle on
This hour is you man enough to stand unarmed
Track Name: Holding On feat. Tara Ellis
I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
I can hear your cries
I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
It will be all right

If just for now you could focus on the roses at your feet
And all the poses that we keep
Hold them frozen in a mental feature
So when you sleep the only messages that creep
From the part of you that speaks
Are the words, “I am a gentle creature.”
Maybe then with our fingers like pens
We can draw upon our skin holy images of matrimony
But how and when seem to come now and again
From your brow to your chin
Your confession is that we are lonely
If we could only escape through the memories
That take precious moments like these
From a youthful heart
I would hold you and thank you
For everything that makes you a blessing
And see you for who you truly are

I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
I can hear your cries
I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
It will be alright

When what was
Rings louder then what is
I doubt there ever will be
Space for a new star
In all of the cosmos we focus on what cost most
Memories of pain in a new scar
Well it’s to those stars and underneath you
The distance these loving arms would reach
And when you think I’m hard to find
In a world without options
Your suddenly stopped by a stranger and find later
That those arms are mine
In a better time and place
A feather of Divine grace fades
Into white parades of free birds
Defined within their chase
I find that I’ve been waiting my whole life
Just to say these words

I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
I can hear your cries
I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
It will be all right
Track Name: K38
Back at it again as if it hadn’t have been
That of a trend for the atom in men to split
Yeah I got my habits to kick
But I gather my grip adamant
For why would you ever fathom to quit
Battling this logic twisted
Head nodding to misogynistic tones
Robbing our blocks of gifted kids quick to sit at home
With fitted lids that don’t fit they dome
They outfitted in chrome
Get the rims the new key-less features
The dogs with they muzzles off
And I don’t know if it’s a sin to wear two Jesus pieces
But I know that we been double-crossed
How you full grown talking how you squeezing pieces
When you that you would shy away
From the truth you just an old man in a booth
Its 9 youth that will die today
I rhyme this way this way for the left for dead
Who copy the big screen and get dressed in lead
Shot when she was 16 one in the chest two in the head
It’s a sick dream for us to want to rest instead

Got to get it right
Got to get it right
Got to get it right
I’m sorry sista
Got to get it right
Got to get it right
Got to get it right
I’m growing up

Hurt her through the rhyme
Skirt it through designer fashion
Deferred her dreams to find her murdered
Be it crime of passion
Refer to scenes behind the words
To see what finally happened
Turned to mindless action
Time to redefine whats masculine
Are we to find the mask of men
Speechless and rendered silent
Beaten minds, the acts of kin
Repeatin gender violence
We see the signs and we deny any involvement
Like the 38 describes it aint a 38 revolver
It’s a dirty way to solve the tiny problem of conviction
To hurry and tape the mouths of anybody trying to listen
Cus surly they would respond to the bodies on television
These oddities selling visions of sodomy telling children
That these women are all objects an inanimate prop
It don’t help me to see the problem
And not demand it to stop
I abandon the flock
Who thinks Hip-Hop is bigger then humanity
Stop and think if Pac or Biggie’s type of vanity
Got your family caught in crisis
The man on T.V. who taught your kids what life is
Or what a wife is, what a gun and a knife is
They teach you how to fight
But come on how do we fight this?

Got to get it right
Got to get it right
Got to get it right
Im sorry sista
Got to get it right
Got to get it right
Got to get it right
Im growing up
Track Name: Apples Apples
Now say I, I
Don’t want, Don’t want
Your enemies, Your enemies
Your enemies, Your enemies
Now say I, I
Don’t want, Don’t want
Your enemies, Your enemies
Your enemies, Your enemies
Your enemies

Where has our conscience gone
Can you hear that constant moan
From the families trapped in homes
Too afraid to go outside
Can it be we’re not alone
There’s a voice down deep within
When our skin is all we own
Now tell me where will you live then
When the house is a battlefield
And the ones we are meant to trust
Destroy our only peace
Now Father please come look at us
How are we supposed to feel
If we don’t know what’s real
A child’s born with an open wound
No human being could ever heal
And still we ignore the sirens
We turn to political science
Till our ears run silent
And we retaliate in violence
And now that everyone is hurting
You would think we could relate
But no we just keep burning
As our hate begets more hate

Now say I, I
Don’t want, Don’t want
Your enemies, Your enemies
Your enemies, Your enemies
Now say I, I
Don’t want, Don’t want
Your enemies, Your enemies
Your enemies, Your enemies
Your enemies

I am not an object
I’m not something to be used
And no I’m not your science project
See I’ve got the will to choose
And at the center of non-violence
Lie the principles of love
I’ve got the choice to be a tyrant
Or to be who I once was
Before the fall of Adam
When my atoms were combined
I would reflect the only Image
That I knew to be divine
If I was created with a purpose
Well that purpose is to serve
And stand on the side of justice
So that life may be preserved
We all feel we might need something
There must be more to life then this
I use to fear I could do nothing
But now I know it starts with this
We may not know it when we are trapped
But we will know it when we’re free
We’ll come to see there is no difference
Between friends and enemies

Now say I, I
Don’t want, Don’t want
Your enemies, Your enemies
Your enemies, Your enemies
Now say I, I
Don’t want, Don’t want
Your enemies, Your enemies
Your enemies, Your enemies
Your enemies
Track Name: W.A.N.T.S. feat. Tara Ellis
We Are Not The Same

Drove him to school just after the day that he flipped
Told him if any students asked for him
To say that he slipped
So many bruises past to him they faded in quick
They say the fatal wounds
The fact that he don’t play with his kids
And now I pray that he lives
Persuaded he gives into the lie
The bed you made it was his
Just say what it is cus basically the pain that you give
Is the pain that you received and you afraid to relive
And you can blame it on your past tenses
Tame it or have fences
But it don’t change the fact
You cant escape your last sentence
When they have to reference evidence
You broke the surface skin
Laugh but after that they sending him to social surface Then where would you be at bending at the kneecap
Pretending that he needed that slap
When well you see that
You doing to your son what your father did to you
He put you on the run
And it aint hard for you to do
the same

We are not the same
The distance in our lives
Bares the innocence I claim
Please know that we are not the same
The instant you arrived
With this infant and my name
Please know that

Met her at school forever he knew
He’d have to tell her the truth
In a letter he drew out every letter as proof
He wouldn’t let her be used
How his treasure of youth bowed and tethered abuse
Better to use now to measure every moment they shared
As a powerful atonement
How broken he bared
Can one hoping to share his life with another be
When you as beaten as the lover in me
Holy seeking for the Brother in three
Uncovered to see me
Before becoming a mother to be
See while the facts bruise I couldn't figure it out
Why my back was being used for putting cigarettes out
And my laugh was subdued for it please him to cry
These are the reasons why for you I would leave it behind
I refuse to do to you what my father did to me
Only I choose who I am I pray to God that you will see the same

We are not the same
The distance in our lives
Bares the innocence I claim
Please know that we are not the same
The instant you arrived
With this infant and my name
Please know that
Track Name: Smile
I’m tired of people trying to claim they God
I’m trying to see through the game they hearts
Is evil, evil, evil, why its evil
My feet are stained
Your days are numbered
Ill keep the pain
You just take the money
Its evil, evil, evil, why its evil

Breaking boundaries like refugees
While fleeing persecution
Yo the sound of freedom beckons me
To see through institutions
Both religious and political we live as individuals
It’s the rhythm of ritual I seek to avoid
In self-righteousness the meek are destroyed
In hell might just be the preacher you enjoyed
On your Sunday morning,
Performing on the pulpit with his “one day” warnings
Conforming to the culprit leaves you one day mourning
Claiming salvation is that a way saying that he had a way
But that was on a Sunday
What about Monday through Saturday
So tease us with clever voodoo
It might forever be fool proof
Until you meeting with Jesus
And He’s like, “I never knew you”
The Shepard He know what wolves do
Weather or not you choose too
The devil reads the bible and knows it better then you do
You sever the truth
And use the knife to feed you evil stomach
And the body of Christ is still bleeding from it
And I don’t want the advice from any demon puppet
Yeah I might have had to look twice
But man I see you coming

I’m tired of people trying to claim they God
I’m trying to see through the game they hearts
Is evil, evil, evil, why its evil
My feet are stained
Your days are numbered
Ill keep the pain
You just take the money
Its evil, evil, evil, why its evil

Social injustice, economic prejudice
Your broke the churches trust among its residents
You hoped your thirstful lust to thumb presidents
Would slow the search in us for loves eminence
Above the tenements of earth
Reads our sentiments of worth
In a testament of truth we see the evidence of hurt
Pain and struggle yet your sermons remain subtle
Diversions of fame trouble
The words from your brain stumble
Over your hearts intentions
Exposing your dark dimensions
Popularity, greed, power and pension
Sour any honorable mention
The tower of Babylon’s dissension
Weather on the pulpit or the public park benches
Be careful who you run with
And the one that might tempt ya
Cus everyone is a potential danger
Your friends, parents, your peers and strangers
Cus even my pen can be an instrument of fear and anger
The difference between man and manger

I’m tired of people trying to claim they God
I’m trying to see through the game they hearts
Is evil, evil, evil, why its evil
My feet are stained
Your days are numbered
Ill keep the pain
You just take the money
Its evil, evil, evil, why its evil
Track Name: Left Me feat. Tara Ellis
You left me by myself

She said it with a pound to the chest
As she regretted every effort
When she found it was death
Door knocking from the sound of the flesh
On the ground he was left in soaked cotton
God has counted his breath
And now He got him on a mountain of steps
With the mouths of his friends
Saying mom where did he go and how will we live
It’s an hour like this you can’t prepare for
Ordering flowers and gifts he wont be there for
“I’m a basket case,” she say
In a casket case he lay
Love in a plastic kiss he fades away
Into the depths of the earth
With the rest of his birth
He has left us at church
It’s the best and the worst
When singing to the blessed and the cursed
These are the things that have left us hurt
Hands bursted veins mans words cant skirt the pain
Her plans burn in reverse the blame gets rehearsed
In exchanging eyes she wonders
If she could have changed his mind
Stained windows stood and framed a sky
That changed little couldn’t name the time
The remaining cry

Can you remember
Can you remember
Can you remember
Can you remember
The rain, the rain, the rain, the rain,

Under the skies broken thunder when her eyes open
Wondering how someone inside could find hope
When her mind can barley cope with the understanding
Scary cus her time was as close as his
When the underhanded reached for her
Funny how he would speak for her
Money was only an object
When running streaks tore her nose lining
Shed doze off with no whining
Wake up to the sound of blow coughing
And Ghost rhyming
Most of the time when people seek to find their life force
Its just before the reaper finds them
Beaten by the white horse
Or leaking from the eyes or sleeping with a white cross
Or weakened when they realize its their time for lights off
Cus then the mics off and there is no performing
And he writes you off with no warning
Except for the rain that will fall from the cloud
That is called to your brow to remind you of the day
At his grave when you swore you would change
And all of the pain withdraws that will call you again
Will be drawn into an autumns wind
Knowing he sold his life for it but you never bought in

Can you remember
Can you remember
Can you remember
Can you remember
The rain, the rain, the rain, the rain
Track Name: Brutus
I’m all drawn up to wet your tongue
I’m all caught up in the web I’ve spun
But where I’m from aint where I’m at
Now the time has come to give the power
Back to the people
Back to the people
Back to the people
Back to the people

The horror inside of me similar to Gomorrah societies
Stored in a diary stimulant for war and anxiety
Watching the door, stalking, for the call of the wild beast
Caught in the hall talking
Through the walls of a liars teeth
Call it the fire beneath the final moment
When I only got desires to reach the lion roman
Through this villainous species
Their killing our peace
Please thirty pieces of silver and I’m spilling my feces?
Sell me I’m not Judas belly is not to bust
Help me I’m not stupid now tell me who not to trust
If Nostradamus was the smartest of the squad
He spoke for
Him not to harness the honest comments
Of God he hoped for
Is boarder line ridicules like mortar mines
That split the bus
On tour to find there’s more to life then this we lust
Like we Icarus lifting us to that flame
With a first class ticket to the sun on a wax plane

I’m all drawn up to wet your tongue
I’m all caught up in the web I’ve spun
But where I’m from aint where I’m at
Now the time has come to give the power
Back to the people
Back to the people
Back to the people
Back to the people

We Knots Landing we on a soap opera not understanding
How to know not to pop guns
And drop the ones caught standing
Out in dark dancing with a spark
From a man in a park who bought a cannon
And he’s landing at your door way
What would Michael Moore say?
I’m fighting between right and wrong
Now what would yall say?
When our settlements arraigned and our sentence is war
And got our veterans exchanging their appendages for
A spot on the inner state I got to stop this inner hate
The winters break
The splinter in the side of a sinners ache
I’m a beginner in faith
But I’m a winner in the face of adversity
Versing me aint worth the space, time, or energy
Hate, lies or envy we save lives whenever we
Make ties with enemies
The end will be the centerpiece
That stands between what men believe
Or lends a hand of peace or sends a man to lands beneath

I’m all drawn up to wet your tongue
I’m all caught up in the web Ive spun
But where I’m from aint where Im at
Now the time has come to give the power
Back to the people
Back to the people
Back to the people
Back to the people

Our battle is never with flesh and blood
And it takes more then words to make things right
If in the end all we have left is love
Then we better work to save this life
Cus it’s all gone
When you forget where you came from
And neglect your name for a famed one
I say it’s all gone
When you’ve slept till the days done,
And let your mane grow to a tamed one
Yes it’s all gone
When you accept when your flame
Is done burning and you done learning from pain
The fun is all gone
Attaining our earnings with all thumbs
All gone like the end of this song
Track Name: The Balance feat. Tara Ellis
Music in the air
Challenging the source
A signal from the Saints
Bringing balance to the cost
Music in the air
Challenging the source
A signal from the Saints
Bringing balance to the cost

I’m tired of waiting
She said I hope I get fired as she ironed her apron
Thoughts conspire till she caught eyes on his playpen
Cautiously she smiles while her child awakens
And for an instant she hears the silence in sound
Kissing this infant listening to how it quiets her down
It aint a science she found its just something that’s real
Her son relies on her now and she loves how it feels
Though it scares her to death it forces her to laugh a bit
Sharing this breath with the source of all her happiness
And the cost of having this moment in time
Is worth every penny she got to try to turn into dimes
At the dinner the Denny’s where I find her and envy
Her story while pouring the coffee she lends me
Advice about music I don’t know how she do it
She’s inspired me now into the night I am fluent with the

Music in the air
Challenging the source
A signal from the Saints
Bringing balance to the cost
Music in the air
Challenging the source
A signal from the Saints
Bringing balance to the cost

I am still thirsty
I thought I am unfulfilled in a mind as unworthy
As mine is it worth me to tie on my face
With a tie and a chase to a time in this space
Which is mine if I place my eyes on this sign
That reads stop will they see me or find it that I
Have been dropped to my knees
Be it beneath me to focus
On the poet that reads me or the poet that wrote this
On napkins I hopelessly broke this all down
In an act of redemption for silencing sounds
From this child within me who cries for the touch
Of the Father the Deity the God of my crutch
This cross that I bear to share something as real
As a moment, a song, a story, I kneel
In my thoughts and I pray for a sign with my coffee
I call for the waitress and wait till she pours me, her

Music in the air
Challenging the source
A signal from the Saints
Bringing balance to the cost
Music in the air
Challenging the source
A signal from the Saints
Bringing balance to the cost

Music in the air
Track Name: Target Market - Beat Torrent Remix (Bonus)
These kids don't need guns these kids they need fathers
Seeds scholars who anti- freeze we cease dollars
Tease daughters new canned eye wheels are we martyrs?
We weak targets now am I real? keep talking
We free markets for TV scum who see profit
When we prophet these things to come like we cosmic
We comic we speak these gums then we cock it
The heat rocket now we these sons that bleed stop it
Aint a man in a three piece lying in the street
With his hands on a piece peaced dying in the heat
Its a boy in a white T poor all his life
On the floor in his Nike's pouring his life
Out a brain he ashamed of
Taught by the game if he came up
It gotta be the same way his man done
Nah brother its all an image for over privileged
Yall numbers the owners divots on summer visits
Play the victim the role of the tyrant life
Play the sitcom cus we all like violence right?
Nah not in this gated community
Who’s getting paid in this jaded commune “Its me!”
Say the Inc.’s, the C.O.'s, the Com's, the Tom’s
The C.E.O.'s, the “MTV YO’s” is gone
The mp 3 woe is me the whole song
Leaving empty seats in these homes for so long
And it goes on cus we frozen for gold charms
Behold arms grown so cold to hold on
To our global positioning is hopelessly wishing
That our social conditioning aint blown our listening ears
If I gotta stand alone I’m here
Though as a man I am known for fear
I’m also known for faith
The awful truth is that we've thrown the race
If in our youth we aint shown a strength
And a place we can grow in safety
18 and he own a Mercedes
He bake fiends and he known to the ladies
A day dream sold to him own loan from Hades
This hate seems to have cloned these babies
Listen up now
Play the victim the role of the tyrant life
Play the sitcom cus we all like violence right?
Nah not in this gated community
Who’s getting paid in this jaded commune “Its me!”
Say the street wear jocks selling Glocks on T's
Who pay to keep their lock on a novelty
Half these guys be the ones on a shopping spree
To advertise these guns on the block for free
While Mr.Glock come to cop a plea
Like “What?” “Everybody got a stock in me!”
Now bruh you aint gotta be Socrates
To know the stock you bought make the market bleed
Nahmean, talk about a target market
Nahmean, when you walking out guard your pocket
Nahmean, them is all about the profit margin
When the projects starving be a carcass garden
In a heart less hardened lives a plan of God
And you can harness this power any land you on
And its a power you cant really put a handle on
This hour is you man enough to stand unarmed
Track Name: Holding On - B. Rich Remix (Bonus)
I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
I can hear your cries
I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
It will be all right

If just for now you could focus on the roses at your feet
And all the poses that we keep
Hold them frozen in a mental feature
So when you sleep the only messages that creep
From the part of you that speaks
Are the words, “I am a gentle creature.”
Maybe then with our fingers like pens
We can draw upon our skin holy images of matrimony
But how and when seem to come now and again
From your brow to your chin
Your confession is that we are lonely
If we could only escape through the memories
That take precious moments like these
From a youthful heart
I would hold you and thank you
For everything that makes you a blessing
And see you for who you truly are

I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
I can hear your cries
I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
It will be alright

When what was
Rings louder then what is
I doubt there ever will be
Space for a new star
In all of the cosmos we focus on what cost most
Memories of pain in a new scar
Well it’s to those stars and underneath you
The distance these loving arms would reach
And when you think I’m hard to find
In a world without options
Your suddenly stopped by a stranger and find later
That those arms are mine
In a better time and place
A feather of Divine grace fades
Into white parades of free birds
Defined within their chase
I find that I’ve been waiting my whole life
Just to say these words

I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
I can hear your cries
I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
It will be all right
Track Name: W.A.N.T.S. - Stro Remix w/ Naledge (Bonus)
We Are Not The Same

Drove him to school just after the day that he flipped
Told him if any students asked for him
To say that he slipped
So many bruises past to him they faded in quick
They say the fatal wounds
The fact that he don’t play with his kids
And now I pray that he lives
Persuaded he gives into the lie
The bed you made it was his
Just say what it is cus basically the pain that you give
Is the pain that you received and you afraid to relive
And you can blame it on your past tenses
Tame it or have fences
But it don’t change the fact
You cant escape your last sentence
When they have to reference evidence
You broke the surface skin
Laugh but after that they sending him to social surface Then where would you be at bending at the kneecap
Pretending that he needed that slap
When well you see that
You doing to your son what your father did to you
He put you on the run
And it aint hard for you to do
the same

We are not the same
The distance in our lives
Bares the innocence I claim
Please know that we are not the same
The instant you arrived
With this infant and my name
Please know that

Met her at school forever he knew
He’d have to tell her the truth
In a letter he drew out every letter as proof
He wouldn’t let her be used
How his treasure of youth bowed and tethered abuse
Better to use now to measure every moment they shared
As a powerful atonement
How broken he bared
Can one hoping to share his life with another be
When you as beaten as the lover in me
Holy seeking for the Brother in three
Uncovered to see me before becoming a mother to be
See while the facts bruise I couldn’t figure it out
Why my back was being used for putting cigarettes out
And my laugh was subdued for it please him to cry
These are the reasons why for you I would leave it behind
I refuse to do to you what my father did to me
Only I choose who I am I pray to God that you will see the same

We are not the same
The distance in our lives
Bares the innocence I claim
Please know that we are not the same
The instant you arrived
With this infant and my name
Please know that
Track Name: Holding On - Stro Remix (Bonus)
I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
I can hear your cries
I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
It will be all right

If just for now you could focus on the roses at your feet
And all the poses that we keep
Hold them frozen in a mental feature
So when you sleep the only messages that creep
From the part of you that speaks
Are the words, “I am a gentle creature.”
Maybe then with our fingers like pens
We can draw upon our skin holy images of matrimony
But how and when seem to come now and again
From your brow to your chin
Your confession is that we are lonely
If we could only escape through the memories
That take precious moments like these
From a youthful heart
I would hold you and thank you
For everything that makes you a blessing
And see you for who you truly are

I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
I can hear your cries
I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
It will be alright

When what was
Rings louder then what is
I doubt there ever will be
Space for a new star
In all of the cosmos we focus on what cost most
Memories of pain in a new scar
Well it’s to those stars and underneath you
The distance these loving arms would reach
And when you think I’m hard to find
In a world without options
Your suddenly stopped by a stranger and find later
That those arms are mine
In a better time and place
A feather of Divine grace fades
Into white parades of free birds
Defined within their chase
I find that I’ve been waiting my whole life
Just to say these words

I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
I can hear your cries
I’m on your side
Dark days cold nights
This is what we’re going through
Keep holding on
It will be all right
Track Name: Target Market - PR0FiLR Remix (Bonus)
These kids don't need guns these kids they need fathers
Seeds scholars who anti- freeze we cease dollars
Tease daughters new canned eye wheels are we martyrs?
We weak targets now am I real? keep talking
We free markets for TV scum who see profit
When we prophet these things to come like we cosmic
We comic we speak these gums then we cock it
The heat rocket now we these sons that bleed stop it
Aint a man in a three piece lying in the street
With his hands on a piece peaced dying in the heat
Its a boy in a white T poor all his life
On the floor in his Nike's pouring his life
Out a brain he ashamed of
Taught by the game if he came up
It gotta be the same way his man done
Nah brother its all an image for over privileged
Yall numbers the owners divots on summer visits
Play the victim the role of the tyrant life
Play the sitcom cus we all like violence right?
Nah not in this gated community
Who’s getting paid in this jaded commune “Its me!”
Say the Inc.’s, the C.O.'s, the Com's, the Tom’s
The C.E.O.'s, the “MTV YO’s” is gone
The mp 3 woe is me the whole song
Leaving empty seats in these homes for so long
And it goes on cus we frozen for gold charms
Behold arms grown so cold to hold on
To our global positioning is hopelessly wishing
That our social conditioning aint blown our listening ears
If I gotta stand alone I’m here
Though as a man I am known for fear
I’m also known for faith
The awful truth is that we've thrown the race
If in our youth we aint shown a strength
And a place we can grow in safety
18 and he own a Mercedes
He bake fiends and he known to the ladies
A day dream sold to him own loan from Hades
This hate seems to have cloned these babies
Listen up now
Play the victim the role of the tyrant life
Play the sitcom cus we all like violence right?
Nah not in this gated community
Who’s getting paid in this jaded commune “Its me!”
Say the street wear jocks selling Glocks on T's
Who pay to keep their lock on a novelty
Half these guys be the ones on a shopping spree
To advertise these guns on the block for free
While Mr.Glock come to cop a plea
Like “What?” “Everybody got a stock in me!”
Now bruh you aint gotta be Socrates
To know the stock you bought make the market bleed
Nahmean, talk about a target market
Nahmean, when you walking out guard your pocket
Nahmean, them is all about the profit margin
When the projects starving be a carcass garden
In a heart less hardened lives a plan of God
And you can harness this power any land you on
And its a power you cant really put a handle on
This hour is you man enough to stand unarmed