The Winter's End

2009 Heyena Records

Slow Down Moses

Freedom song, for my people – right here
We belong, keep on keepin’ on now
Beat your drum, do your step and
Hold your head…

I aint tryin’ to talk now
‘cause whenever we’re talkin’ you talk down
It’s possible there’s not a proper answer to “what’s wrong”
So what’s wrong with me wanting to cut through the customs?
Of course the circumstances were tough on
My family, but we’ve got a love strong, and never for a
Second did I ever feel neglected or sloughed on
It’s just that I question where I come from
And how I ended up here, my friends have
Got good intentions backed by funny ideas
Play along, sport – accept a favor with grace
A cup of Ceylon before this sailor’s gone and laid to waste
And in case you ever come to find yourself at sea
It may help to know I sat in this seat comfortably
What I did was done for you, a song I sung for you
A little something to comfort you, as soon as the summer’s through

Freedom song, for my people who’ve been
Treated wrong, knowin’ nothing ever
Feels as strong, as that voice
Inside your head…

I still aint ready to talk yet
And you keep watchin’ the clock tick
As if another minute’s gonna do what so many didn’t
This wall’s rock solid and you are not demolishin’ it
Several sessions left a dent in it
Then I employed the finer points of fence mending
I done spoke of the ‘vironment I’ve been in and it
Should be no surprise I’m a bit defensive – you’re not the
First sent to pry and coax words outta Ryan’s throat
Herbs in a tie and coat, co-coercion – enterprise broken
Silence like it’s thin ice, nope – thanks for tryin’, though
Only those who are livin’ it get it
Spin in concentrical circles of friends, dig it?
Did it for my SOS folk, step your step, yo
And hold your head

REPEAT FIRST CHORUS

Nouveau Depart

Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Aint nowhere to go when, it’s trouble on the prowl
Move for the sake of not standing still
Who’s gonna save us? I guess if God can he will
Taught me to pray but, never trained me to swim
Beast of the nature; leverage can’t keep him in
Float with the hopeful, ‘til it starts sinkin’ in
Maybe we were chosen, to lead the saints in the march in

Every indication tellin’ me
We beheld the face of the devil the
Ancient letters have been and spelled it out
On the vellum, this hell is heavenly
In the inundation a revelry
Let the wave of grace envelope me
Well of emancipation, seldom I’ve felt as selfish
No help I fell out of zealotry
All the messages heeded ‘em
Freely left the rest to be with them
My level of obedience is seen in the seasons
Freeze within the reaches of freedom
See the incredulous seekin’ him
Speakin’ the ineffable, kneelin’
Every seed in the legion cede allegiance
In the final breaths of death they’re breathin’

Hush, I aint never told you to trust in
Nothin’ other than
What you can hold, clutch – that’s just
Dust under the muslin

Then I rose, lips sealed eyes closed
Stripped these soaked clothes
Every stitch goes, I’mma be revealed
I’mma see the real get exposed
In the wind a wish blows
What kind of men are content to live with those?
I dig rows of holes for seeds
Who I’mma feed with fishes and loaves?
I am perfectly merciless
Versus the purposeless murderous
I am worthy, not worthless – I deserve this
I am worthy, not worthless – I deserve this
Je suis passé avec Dieu
Je suis passé avec Dieu

Brasso

…Death aint catch me yet…

A la Chopin pull a hamstring lovely, I run the option
To go in tough with nothing but dust to cover me
Not one in this republic stand to govern me, yeah I studied the summary
Curmudgeonry buff in the introductory
The sir passed with purpose of servin’ superfluous
Verbiage for your agenda to render worthless your herb stash
Ante up, blades of glory – Gordy “Howe” the champ cut?
Skate the eight around fan boys holdin’ their Stanley cup
Play nice, coconut off – flavor their shaved ice
Sip it with the quickness, want no driplets on them Alife’s
Spot in Winner’s Circle I buy into
Mama Roberts make me genetically tied to Highshoe
Baptized in Jericho, that’s where the mission comes from
Smart about it – brought a fish up out it when I finished, dun
Fried like the rest of the spread, see to it they are fed
Clear the table space, go ‘head and lay your head
(I’m not hearin’ what y’all say to me)

Breathin’ life into the brass, slide into an “A” and play to raise the dead
Work with that serrated when they make it hard to break the bread
Sup with us, sup with us – bring a drink and you can
Sup with us sup with us, yeah
Horny section, string along the wind – pretend to follow me
Blew you outta first chair, spare me the novelty and
Fuck with us, fuck with us – do you a favor, son and
Fuck with us, fuck with us, yeah

Bobble heads, properly nod and gobble the gospel
Led apostles out the brothel, bet God said it in darker red
Copy, edit, mark and tread light across the manuscript
Dark valley dwellers in the cellar with the candle lit
Mic hot, incantator grip it like a torch, I see
The writing on the wall before me, a sign of sorcery
Formula for forgery, you’re boring me to tears
This is child’s play, aint no fuckin’ emcees here
Flood the dungeon with rainwater and watch em all retreat
Curb your sharp tongues, bastards – your raft has sprung a leak
Lake swallow the bodies of hobbyists – holla, you’re volatile
Caught a view of the Harbor out the lobby of the hospital
Plot to bottle potables, pour a little saccharine
RA sugar, the pusher of pure, real acumen
Drink deep, potency beyond the normal content
Blink, sleep, death before them horns come in…