The Art of Broken Glass EP

by Mr. J. Medeiros

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released April 16, 2009

Written by: Mr. J. Medeiros
Produced by: Boonie Mayfield

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Track Name: Love is All feat. Tara Ellis
There must have been about a thousand pounds
Of housing found
Drowning in the flood
The sound of trusted men are counting down the hour
Frowns the sun
Around the pounding of the blades
The helicopters made
Be it a bomb or promenade see it the momas wana save
Then drop upon us on the shades
The fear of honesty a tear for harmony
Alarming me a Honda beeps the lottery
I’m joking like they on to me
Cars play the martyr
Broken windows say I'm starving
But the bars say don’t bother
And I’m hollering this words reciting Sara Conner
With the calling of the birds on bikes Americana’s
Feeding night its marijuana they light it on the corner
With a sidekick and a quarter
For the phone and further orders
Could have grown before it caught up
In the home were he was brought up
Shot till he dropped dormant
Then his property got bought up
Yo there’s metal in the streets
For every body they reported
Heard the devil in their sleep
Say they were properly deported

See the world wont change
If the people don’t move
No we can’t hide our faces
You know we got a life to use
And they saying that it just cant happen
But they lack the heart to see
Oh we putting words to action
Oh it all starts with me
Love is all we need
Is all we need
Waiting for somebody to lead you
Well stand up on your own two feet
Love is all we need
Is all we need
And no I don’t need no body
To remind me that I’m free

And now my neighbor’s free basting
On the stairs where we live
Should I wait for these Freemasons
To take care of these kids
I hear their conversation they the center of a nation
Replacing renters with owners is known as gentrification
Thee incentive is only for lenders their vindication
Got more members for bartenders
Then mentors in education
While the vendors selling they own clothes
I stop and listen
Couldn’t tell if it was self- imposed
To spot a victim without a pot to piss in
Or without the thought to get one
It’s hard knocks living when the parking lots a sit-com
And you carve a box to sit on
On a block where rocks are given
On a block where cops are hidden
On the chopping block of sinning
Stop the clock for a minute, I breath
And drop my mop as a tenant, I leave
The discoverer inquisitor to humble the path
I’m just another visitor on Columbia Ave

See the world wont change
If the people don’t move
No we can’t hide our faces
You know we got a life to use
And they saying that it just cant happen
But they lack the heart to see
Oh we putting words to action
Oh it all starts with me
Love is all we need
Is all we need
Waiting for somebody to lead you
Well stand up on your own two feet
Love is all we need
Is all we need
And no I don’t need no body
To remind me that I’m free
Track Name: Umpire State
Listen up hear this as Mr.J.Medeiros speaks
A history of martyrs and men
Women who fearlessly held fast
Professing that hells past won’t mirror me
The bell cracks
The pressure to sell acts of tyranny increases
Yet appearing in my thesis are visions clearer then sin
When the year is nearer to Easter
I’m there revering the weekend
The rising on the east end
Nothing clearer then leaping
Surprised you on the deep end
Altruistic new physics there’s trouble in my reflex
Hard to humble double helix
Now my stumbling got me vexed
Mumbling in pre-tense the future lacks of present love
The numbing acts that we sense
Computers have with every touch
I knew the facts were meant for us
The truth to back my sentence was
Life incarcerated in flesh bones and cameras
Death owns the man who trusts only in material
Imperial reign is small change

I got a lot to say
Either you got the money or you got to pay
When the block is sunny you aint looking for the killa
But I’m a thousand pound gorilla
I got a lot to do
Either you got the lies or you got the truth
When I’m locked in the booth I’m thinking bout the killa
Cus I’m a thousand pound gorilla

The inferior blamed in projects prospects depleted
For government aid you get processed then deleted
And the nonsense repeated till you on the fence defeated
Competing between right and wrong
See I’m going through the same thing
When writing a song
My main theme remains clean
Been fighting so long to change me
I change scenes and re-frame dreams to fit visions
Cus they saying that these feans is listening
They playing these teams
Swaying these beams when the wax is burning
The track is earning it back
When these platinum plaques is cracked
Stacking the sterling with the acts of Merlin
Magic reeking havoc turning back the meek
As fashion seeks to mask the world
Grab the girl now shimmy to the side
If you see me on your T.V. in the window of a ride
It’s cus teenies need a symbol of a criminal inside
It’s a simple way to lie not a simple way of life

I got a lot to say
Either you got the money or you got to pay
When the block is sunny you aint looking for the killa
But I’m a thousand pound gorilla
I got a lot to do
Either you got the lies or you got the truth
When I’m locked in the booth I’m thinking bout the killa
Cus I’m a thousand pound gorilla
Track Name: The Measure feat. Jonathan Korsyzk
When all I feel is pain
And all I’ve ever known has changed
All in time
I know I know I know
That this is mine to own
When all I feel is shame
And all I’ve ever hoped to gain
Falls in line
I know I Know I know
That this is my time to grow

Dead or alive these presidents will never represent me
Whether a rented Bentley
Leather seats can’t measure me as man correctly
If ever treasure tempt me I handle the pressure sent me
Heightened thrill the pleasure met thee
Iron will Heaven lent me
I am still your brethren said he
Will you defend me said she
Who rules the bread we empty
Enemies turn friends to envy
The worst of ends defend means
Who curse the land and further
Reversing man to when
He first had used his hands to murder
Unearthing plans to merger ego and moral rogue
Some words advance the cursor
Just below the moral code
I search for answers worthy trust me on this normal road
Lust leads like a cancer
Turning us from what we've always known
Be the dust in a box a floral home
Reading the crux on your rock
"I’m all alone", skip the formal tone
Our sin is not our calling
Though our skins forever falling
Know within there lives a dawning

When all I feel is pain
And all I’ve ever known has changed
All in time
I know I know I know
That this is mine to own
When all I feel is shame
And all I’ve ever hoped to gain
Falls in line
I know I Know I know
That this is my time to grow

But now we caught between these alleys and gates
Sally’s who salivate us
Walking through these valley’s with weight
Rallied to validate us
These calibers calculate us clocking our every move
Leaving calendars palpitated the shot and the exit wound
The cop and the arrested goon
The plot stopping the mop swapped for Glock poppin
The pot cropping
Invested tunes in rested tombs left dead to whom
To nobody but the breast and womb
Dressed for noon the high rise sun show
The gun show the 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 go
The mind blower the line lower to sign over
Nickel and dime roller for fist pack so kiss that
The sadomasochistic wish rap I sit back and ask
Why they given it back in ash
What they living sacked and passed
For the kids crack in glass
Got them diggin in the trash in an act for the cash

When all I feel is pain
And all I’ve ever known has changed
All in time
I know I know I know
That this is mine to own
When all I feel is shame
And all I’ve ever hoped to gain
Falls in line
I know I Know I know
That this is my time to grow
Track Name: Tower of Cards
Coming out of my mouth
Vocal drumming like my tongue was Don Brewer
On a house of cards summoning the coming down
Few are amused by the dumbing down
I choose the underground
Thumbing down contracts fused by a number dial
Ever wonder how to loose star thunder
How to bruise that name you got two cars under
Well leverage is a tool start from it
If your jewels out weigh you
Then you too far under the debt line
The get by any means necessary
Be a dead minds scheme and a temporary gain
These dreams be the same that line cemeteries
For the same fiends find weight in my sentence carried
State to state be the street wise seminary
Save your plate cus its feeding time
On any variation of beat I find I try to speak to
Cus I aint got the patience or time
To sleep through nothin

History will mirror its run-ins
If Mr. J. Medeiros aint fearlessly running
History will mirror its run-ins
If Boonie Mayfield aint fearless
Bang your head to the beat if you can hear this
Bang your head to the beat if you can feel this
A bang your head a bang your head
A bang your head, a bang your head
A bang your head to the beat if your fearless

I was 8 years old with a boom box pumas and tube socks
Cooling for two blocks to school got my jewel rocked
Till a fool caught I stay in mamas jewel box
I need the tools those from Juice Crew got
Be it foot loose or not I see it as a cooked goose
Pop music got a pot to stew it in I knew it then
Before they through it in
I flew the pen and got my foot loose
The moral choose the end
In which the means got the good excuse
Now what’s the hoods excuse
Is it the shadow of a place or the shadow on a face
The mask of the shallow of hope added disgrace
The act of the gallows the rope an added lace
And the they add it to the chase of cool
Replacing they school with a run way
A fool on a one way
A tool for the Mondays
Who knew we were the ones played
Boonie will they see the sun he says one day

History will mirror its run-ins
If Mr. J. Medeiros aint fearlessly running
History will mirror its run-ins
If Boonie Mayfield aint fearless
Bang your head to the beat if you can hear this
Bang your head to the beat if you can feel this
A bang your head a bang your head
A bang your head, a bang your head
A bang your head to the beat if your fearless
Track Name: Broken Windows feat. DJ Inka
The art of broken glass
Dropped and glittered the streets still
A heart of smoke and ash
Blocks are littered and lethal
Our martyrs froze in black boxes
Bitter and sweet pills
Cock crows the last hour hidden the beast fills
Hells boroughs with hungry people
Tell Zoro that Del Toro is here
Out running people
They sell morals and fear like guns and steeples
The sums of evil men women nuns and priest
Feel the pain
Aint none unequal all praying to the Son that we sequel
Or at least find peace till
The breath we breathe becomes infinite
We will rest believe in loves innocence
And any implication of this love
Intimidates nations of fists who’s gloved
To the wrist for the risk of their prints
Being left at the scene
While the rest of us kept what is left of a dream

We about a thousand pounds of ground rupturing Mountain town brothers
Bringing down anything found with unsound structuring
The crown aint functioning
A bunch of kings
Turning to they burgers and they onion rings
Discouraged at who running things
In need of courage among other things
Indeed insurgents of a mother’s sling
Breast-feeding without covering
The rest bleeding their lungs feaning relief
Breathing the heat they found comforting
Defeated by the month of spring
No trees no leaves wondering
If people are like lumber and they numbers mean nothing
Then no wonder they got no green
Coveting what others dream of owning
While ones doing they own thing
Another feels the alone sting
Lovers are coming home for them Nina Simone sings
“Keeper of the Flame” the hope for the simple
Who see outside the frame of all these broken windows
Track Name: Umpire State - Stro Remix (Bonus)
Listen up hear this as Mr.J.Medeiros speaks
A history of martyrs and men
Women who fearlessly held fast
Professing that hells past won’t mirror me
The bell cracks
The pressure to sell acts of tyranny increases
Yet appearing in my thesis are visions clearer then sin
When the year is nearer to Easter
I’m there revering the weekend
The rising on the east end
Nothing clearer then leaping
Surprised you on the deep end
Altruistic new physics there’s trouble in my reflex
Hard to humble double helix
Now my stumbling got me vexed
Mumbling in pre-tense the future lacks of present love
The numbing acts that we sense
Computers have with every touch
I knew the facts were meant for us
The truth to back my sentence was
Life incarcerated in flesh bones and cameras
Death owns the man who trusts only in material
Imperial reign is small change

I got a lot to say
Either you got the money or you got to pay
When the block is sunny you aint looking for the killa
But I’m a thousand pound gorilla
I got a lot to do
Either you got the lies or you got the truth
When I’m locked in the booth I’m thinking bout the killa
Cus I’m a thousand pound gorilla

The inferior blamed in projects prospects depleted
For government aid you get processed then deleted
And the nonsense repeated till you on the fence defeated
Competing between right and wrong
See I’m going through the same thing
When writing a song
My main theme remains clean
Been fighting so long to change me
I change scenes and re-frame dreams to fit visions
Cus they saying that these feans is listening
They playing these teams
Swaying these beams when the wax is burning
The track is earning it back
When these platinum plaques is cracked
Stacking the sterling with the acts of Merlin
Magic reeking havoc turning back the meek
As fashion seeks to mask the world
Grab the girl now shimmy to the side
If you see me on your T.V. in the window of a ride
It’s cus teenies need a symbol of a criminal inside
It’s a simple way to lie not a simple way of life

I got a lot to say
Either you got the money or you got to pay
When the block is sunny you aint looking for the killa
But I’m a thousand pound gorilla
I got a lot to do
Either you got the lies or you got the truth
When I’m locked in the booth I’m thinking bout the killa
Cus I’m a thousand pound gorilla
Track Name: Tower of Cards - Imperial Remix (Bonus)
Coming out of my mouth
Vocal drumming like my tongue was Don Brewer
On a house of cards summoning the coming down
Few are amused by the dumbing down
I choose the underground
Thumbing down contracts fused by a number dial
Ever wonder how to loose star thunder
How to bruise that name you got two cars under
Well leverage is a tool start from it
If your jewels out weigh you
Then you too far under the debt line
The get by any means necessary
Be a dead minds scheme and a temporary gain
These dreams be the same that line cemeteries
For the same fiends find weight in my sentence carried
State to state be the street wise seminary
Save your plate cus its feeding time
On any variation of beat I find I try to speak to
Cus I aint got the patience or time
To sleep through nothin

History will mirror its run-ins
If Mr. J. Medeiros aint fearlessly running
History will mirror its run-ins
If Boonie Mayfield aint fearless
Bang your head to the beat if you can hear this
Bang your head to the beat if you can feel this
A bang your head a bang your head
A bang your head, a bang your head
A bang your head to the beat if your fearless

I was 8 years old with a boom box pumas and tube socks
Cooling for two blocks to school got my jewel rocked
Till a fool caught I stay in mamas jewel box
I need the tools those from Juice Crew got
Be it foot loose or not I see it as a cooked goose
Pop music got a pot to stew it in I knew it then
Before they through it in
I flew the pen and got my foot loose
The moral choose the end
In which the means got the good excuse
Now what’s the hoods excuse
Is it the shadow of a place or the shadow on a face
The mask of the shallow of hope added disgrace
The act of the gallows the rope an added lace
And the they add it to the chase of cool
Replacing they school with a run way
A fool on a one way
A tool for the Mondays
Who knew we were the ones played
Boonie will they see the sun he says one day

History will mirror its run-ins
If Mr. J. Medeiros aint fearlessly running
History will mirror its run-ins
If Boonie Mayfield aint fearless
Bang your head to the beat if you can hear this
Bang your head to the beat if you can feel this
A bang your head a bang your head
A bang your head, a bang your head
A bang your head to the beat if your fearless