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The Flock

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When Biggie got shot was the first I heard of rap games. In fact, hip hop was why I first approached the stage. I'll pick up a mop when I expect to get paid. Won't be a lot but it'll get me through the holidays. Someone call the cops 'cuz there's college kids to taze heard the chimes of the clock. We both know I can't stay. Nothin' but the flock, covered over everything and down at the docks I heard the music of the waters waves. Tick tock, tick tock, the devil said from behind flames. Frozen in shock the little girl began to fade. If I don't get the chop, I guess I'll get a raise and according to God most of us have seen our best days

Marchin' to the bark the bones ain't on sale
I can't videotape the cop readin' all my emails
I won't pick up my gun, 'til they try and take it
And I'll leave my boots strapped on 'cuz fuck, I need to make it

Makin' management decisions while my manager is yellin' at me. Thinkin' 'bout which city suits me best financially. You're only stuck to tiles if you let them rise above. Good to see new smiles give me a beer and a hug. Started mixin' the pot, gettin' thick, gettin' heavy. From Algona, Iowa drivin' big blue Chevy's. Doesn't matter where you are just, where you're headed. Oh I used to venture far but now we're onto somethin' epic like a diamond in a snuff film, waitin' for the green light. goin' all in. but a dog ate the suit and dice. pocket full a four leaf clovers hopin' for the sweet life. a locket stay's closed forever 'til it reaches paradise.

Marchin' to the bark the bones ain't on sale
I can't videotape the cop readin' all my emails
I won't pick up my gun, 'til they try and take it
And I'll leave my boots strapped on 'cuz fuck, I need to make it
and I won't be home. Naw I won't be home. No I won't be home. 'Til that sun's been long gone.

And we got each other nervous don't know who's side we're on. Workin' towards the end hopin' that it's on higher ground well.. what if we're here just to figure out that... it ain't?

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from Bleujack, released January 7, 2017

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