The Rockies EP

by Mr. J. Medeiros

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released June 27, 2012

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

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Track Name: The Rockies
I’m from the Rocky Mountains
4 wheel drives I’m hoping out them
Talking bout how the war steals lives
Forgot about them cause you aint from the Springs
Where the heat come early hearing the beat from the C 130
Make you wonder if our freedoms worthy
Hurry to draft our population
Kids loosing they dads to the Iraq occupation
Cops in blue and black waiting
Two in the back hating on the boom in the Ac
While we cruising through the gas stations
Cash inflation grow passed your patience
See the banks throw us out like trash
It’s castration for any mans ego
Saving the fam we know
Aint Brooklyn
But we still in the hand of Gambino’s
My fam came from the east coast
Pikes Peak or bust so to those we toast
You might meet the dust if you got more foes then friends
But in the end you gotta keep both close
Saw my first gun in 6th grade the young had switchblades
D-3 got PTSD to this day
You know those proud boys
Popping that loud noise
Come mopping your town with a crowd full of cowboys
Vet’s sent to free never left what they went to see
So Colorado’s getting out of debt through the dispensaries
Filling those empty z’s from killing enemies
Let me see who reps the C presently mention me
Shout out to those who will eventually
And those cops closing down every event that we went to see
Now you can mock me
Lock me in this box with Lockheed
I’ll drop heat
Leaving even the cocky knock kneed
Stop me if a fan needs an autographed copy
Like… Where you from man?
The Rockies
Lost friends to drugs and gun violence
Thugs of all kinds since HUD homes
And Sons of Silence
Since the gunned down Ludlow Miners
And that one running town playing humble
Climbing on that methamphetamine
Left hand lead a dream
Right hand let him fean
Despite them getting green
Must be the adrenal fever
Or the high altitude cerebral edema
Now where’s FEMA no where’s your femur
Drop knee believer redeem your demeanor
Run rhymes cus sometimes the green is greener
When you see the whole scene
Through the sheen of a screen door
Now it aint worth a stack for the major labor pains
Laying birth to a track with a major label’s name
Haters complain shame I don’t cater to fame
I fight back writing raps I gotta later explain
If you favor the change put your hands to the reins
I’m from the land where a man is a man
And a range is a range
Hollywood can damage your brain
Take advantage of all that’s good
And hand you a chain
I stay the same aint playing the part
With every statement from the heart
Made facing the dark
Bringing light to the days at Acacia Park
Do you rap do you skate do you paint
State your art
Play your part before you sweat the scene
From the 719 and anyone with a dream
To the 303 and everyone in between
And the let the sun shine down on Colorado Springs
Track Name: I Hate My Job feat. Stro Elliot
Steel toe walking
With my heel swole
Fought for every meal
Saw the clock and how it feels slow
Carving with a pickaxe
Coughing until I spit black
Boss saying this kid raps
With his sick laugh
Sold his own dreams so he could sit back
And yell go team with a six pack
You can tell by the words in his eyes
That he aint ever tasted nothing but a burger and fries

You're arrogant
I'm a waiter in an apron
Fake grin
Leaving your table just like a play pen
Days spent taking your order to pay rent
Ate for forty dollars and left me with eight cents
How come you don't know how to tip
Seriously
How come you don't know how to tip
Wise up before they size you up in the kitchen
And leave you a little something you didn't think was missing
Track Name: The Marquee
Now tell me what’s your rhyme and reason for being famous
Darling
Within your mind a dream of what your name is
Is it haunting
Left to despise it if we do not recognize it
You see how death disguise it
See the lie that left the sky lit
It’s that marquee now ad a t and make it able
Cuz Cain is every citizen now who needs a label
When fame is in a social app
That social crack got us locked up in a choke hold
No ones knows so no one taps
Except that trumpet in the back
When you jumping in the sac
Searching for that something in the act
Finding nothing but the fame that left you
With the men you entertained
Saying this is where that brain will get you
Straightjacket fighting to escape yourself
Feeling like the world trying to make you hate yourself
Instead of blaming yourself you go and act invincible
Instead of taming yourself you go and trash your principles
Now you at the head with an s class
Listening to artists you work harder to dress as
Listen to your conscious in the dark if you’re left that
Before your man leaves with no part in the next act

Act act it’s all they ever do
It’s all they ever want
It’s all they ever knew
The marquee
You never see who’s in front of you
Feathers of the flock
Just some letters in a box

They tell you follow your heart but it’s hollow and dark
Shallow eyes revealing nothing but those borrowed remarks
From the hours you watched women fighting with women
Throwing rights without a clue to how those rights were given
Famous for nothing aimlessly fronting now aint it something
We ignore the nameless in their pain and suffering
Exchanging our awareness of our world for these blurry answers
What did you do that people worship did you cure cancer
What have you done that they’re so grateful you are at their table
Add a Marquee to that and maybe they’ll become enabled
You see the fame’s a vapor made her a mist of false character
A sickness tossed to amateurs that no one really cares to cure
So here’s to her you sip the goose and fit the noose
Hanging on her every word it’s hard to chew but chip a tooth
See I lit the truth and now it’s burning up your guest list
Hurting when you V.I.P. you seeing where her breast is
In the mouth of you guessed it the pubescent
Who never left their adolescence
While they mother them I ask them
Will love out last them
Or are we always searching for that new cover of Maxim
Life passes don’t always land on the weekend
Go right past them leave them stranded with no reason
You might be laughing because I’m just a man speaking
Yeah you know how to trap them but yo you can’t keep them

It’s an act

Act act it’s all they ever do
It’s all they ever want
It’s all they ever knew
The marquee
You never see who’s in front of you
Feathers of the flock
Just some letters in a box
The marquee
Track Name: Two Light Beams
I try to find my place in this world before my times up
And in my race I see this girl holding a sign up
It says the end is near she’s asking if I’d lend an ear
And if I knew about her God and why He sent me here
As she was talking all I thought about was family
And If He above me should love and understand me
And the reason why I stopped for this girl on my block
And why I’m leaving without a dollar to drop
In her donation box
Promise notes and superstition
Paying for my salvation
Paying for her tuition
The whole nation blind to intuition it seems
And these seams run blue like Jeans
Neither true nor false just caught in these true life dreams
My eyes in the dark like two light beams
Can you see me
Feels like we all born preemie’s
Grown men in big clothes wearing those just born beanies
I agree “G” see it’s cold out here
So many poker faces make you fold out here
More lonely places then homes out here
No wonder why we all on our phones out here
I feel like God put a love in me
I speak my mind and hope that same God don’t punish me
If I were meek I’d by lying I’d be hungry see
Them all lying in the street under the money trees

Some got work some get enslavement
Some got dirt some get pavement
Some in a hurry just to wonder where the day went
Some in the hurt of it all trying to save it
Tell me how the sum can be greater then it’s parts
When everyone is fallen with some falling apart
Maybe it’s a blessing the act of playing a part
Some just ask questions sit back and call it art

I try to find my place in this world like my place in a song
I find my pace pasting words where they belong
In my race I see that girls face saying it’s wrong
And though there’s something great were facing
I know she’s paper chasing
Like every other rapper on my radio station
Have you buying shoes but can’t show you how to lace them
So really what’s a rapper got to do with being Jason
Nothing it’s all bluffing
Mind numbing it’s all Bufferin
A time comes when the searching’s of a man
Become the inner workings of his hands
And some won’t like, won’t care, or understand
Some spend their whole life scarring you to follow plan
Follow suit until your body’s just a hollow suit
Live in the now for tomorrows truth
And what is promised you is every mans fight to be seen
My eyes in the dark like two light beams
Can you feel me

Some got work some get enslavement
Some got dirt some get pavement
Some in a hurry just to wonder where the day went
Some in the hurt of it all trying to save it
Tell me how the sum can be greater then it’s parts
When everyone is fallen with some falling apart
Maybe it’s a blessing the act of playing a part
Some just ask questions sit back and call it art
Track Name: Tri Cycle feat. Relic and RationaL
Sit and listen in cus this is when pen and strict discipline
Inflict a sentencing quick as minutemen and glycerin
With nitro see how the night glow bleed out your type o
You fight foes no insight though see how your dice rolls
Now tame your pride and bread bragging
You know that's red flagging
Night of the living dead no head and leg dragging
Is how they’ll leave you
Use to have a lid but now its see through
The truth is now these kids don't want to be you
It's disgusting the way they slip drugs in the ghetto
While the thugs and the trust fund kids hung Gappetto
Acting sleazy burning in the hands of God
Rapping is easy learning to be a man is hard
Like standing guard for the famine and parched
With a candle to spark
Like you handling the arch starved masses
Got they art in a stand still
Their heart on an anvil
They caught by the hands in the dark that arched Atlas
Track Name: The Marquee Beatsofreen Remix
Now tell me what’s your rhyme and reason for being famous
Darling
Within your mind a dream of what your name is
Is it haunting
Left to despise it if we do not recognize it
You see how death disguise it
See the lie that left the sky lit
It’s that marquee now ad a t and make it able
Cuz Cain is every citizen now who needs a label
When fame is in a social app
That social crack got us locked up in a choke hold
No ones knows so no one taps
Except that trumpet in the back
When you jumping in the sac
Searching for that something in the act
Finding nothing but the fame that left you
With the men you entertained
Saying this is where that brain will get you
Straightjacket fighting to escape yourself
Feeling like the world trying to make you hate yourself
Instead of blaming yourself you go and act invincible
Instead of taming yourself you go and trash your principles
Now you at the head with an s class
Listening to artists you work harder to dress as
Listen to your conscious in the dark if you’re left that
Before your man leaves with no part in the next act

Act act it’s all they ever do
It’s all they ever want
It’s all they ever knew
The marquee
You never see who’s in front of you
Feathers of the flock
Just some letters in a box

They tell you follow your heart but it’s hollow and dark
Shallow eyes revealing nothing but those borrowed remarks
From the hours you watched women fighting with women
Throwing rights without a clue to how those rights were given
Famous for nothing aimlessly fronting now aint it something
We ignore the nameless in their pain and suffering
Exchanging our awareness of our world for these blurry answers
What did you do that people worship did you cure cancer
What have you done that they’re so grateful you are at their table
Add a Marquee to that and maybe they’ll become enabled
You see the fame’s a vapor made her a mist of false character
A sickness tossed to amateurs that no one really cares to cure
So here’s to her you sip the goose and fit the noose
Hanging on her every word it’s hard to chew but chip a tooth
See I lit the truth and now it’s burning up your guest list
Hurting when you V.I.P. you seeing where her breast is
In the mouth of you guessed it the pubescent
Who never left their adolescence
While they mother them I ask them
Will love out last them
Or are we always searching for that new cover of Maxim
Life passes don’t always land on the weekend
Go right past them leave them stranded with no reason
You might be laughing because I’m just a man speaking
Yeah you know how to trap them but yo you can’t keep them

It’s an act

Act act it’s all they ever do
It’s all they ever want
It’s all they ever knew
The marquee
You never see who’s in front of you
Feathers of the flock
Just some letters in a box
The marquee