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Just The Introduction
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Just the Introduction
© Rico Pabón
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for tuning in again it’s been a minute
might as well be my first album
I think I’ll call it “Genesis of the Gemini”
or maybe “The Mumblings of a Humble Scribe in Troubled Times” but never mind the title
the light of the Most Divine blessed the rhymin in this recital
my scriptures printed in vinyl like scratchable bibles
pause
pull it back rewind it listen the message is vital
I’d like to
welcome you here
glad that our paths crossed
and if you’ve never heard me this is a crash course
first off
I’m convinced ain’t no coincidences
so if you listening it’s hidden gems for you within these sentences
I hope you find em
second thing is I’m trying
to find them ways to leave it a better place than the world I arrived in number three is that I’m raising three
children they’re my legacy
wife is right next to me
I’m rich as I could ever be
you’ll never see me sell my soul to satan at the crossroads
which brings me up to number four
no I’m not those
auto tune dudes, awful flows, all for show
tattoos and corduroys tight as cords on a crossbow
I’m from the days of respect or get checked to the jaw bone with combos y’all know
that’s why five is I’m happy to be alive with everything I survived
ain’t no lies
I’ve cried an ocean now I’m floating through life
it’s a trip
so number six is I’ma talk a little shit
but seven is I back it up with evidence when I spit
and this
is just the introduction
so you can get to know me
Rico Pabón the one and only
with the homie Headnodic on production
it’s all lovely, listen closely...
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Center Of The Storm
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Center of the Storm
© Rico Pabón
We shall not surrender until the reign is gone You stand in the center
the center of the storm...
A dedication to my peoples on the front line
standing for justice with the fist up like a sunrise
those the folks who chose the road to tow the tough line
hold it steady ever ready never run at crunch time
rain, hail, sleet, snow, marching in the freezing cold
meeting on the weekends planning how to get to freedom road dreaming and scheming on how we gonna defeat the foe,
you’re the lighthouse in the storm, we can see the glow
when it goes down
you stand up
when a man’s down
you woman up
lift us up
give us love and strength when it’s hard
you’re the voice when we’re hopeless and don’t know how to respond now
imagine if it all just flipped
I mean the world changed, rearranged, you didn’t have to trip
simple mathematics eradicated the nonsense
like money for schools not the military complex
they could fix it all for the cost of one bomb test
a choice between life and death, it’s no contest
we married to the system, livin with it all stressed
it’s cheaper to keep it but does it really cost less?
imagine life without the worry of debt
when you can walk the streets without your skin color posing a threat imagine private prisons closed down, turned into libraries
filled with books instead of bodies still alive and buried
and the block’s safe
cuz it’s hunger free
and the cops are great
ain’t no takin knees
bigotry’s six feet deep pushin up daisies
and Black lives matter no if’s, but’s or maybe’s
all the babies of Earth valued at birth and know that they’re worth more than platinum steeples on any catholic church
and the climate’s balanced like the planet’s gone in reverse
you the one who saw the smoke before the fire got worse
and it’s work
but when it goes down you stand up
when a woman’s down you man up
lift us up
give us love and strength when it’s hard
you’re the voice when we’re hopeless and don’t know how to respond
We shall not surrender until the reign is gone You stand in the center
the center of the storm...
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America
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America
© Rico Pabón
Good morning, but this ain’t Vietnam
We ain’t the Viet Cong but we get armed
And move through the belly that the beast has spawned
The feast is on, police gon feed upon
Every one of us, that’s why we keep the heaters on
And walk this way, like I got Adidas on
But I ain’t Run,
Muhammad Ali, the don
I stand strong for my freedom like a Cimarron
a cimarón, it’s me, Rico Pabón again
still in the battle that I know I was born to win
against a system that was born in sin and formed against
the east, south, north and west
African and indigenous people can attest
to the fact that being brown or Black means you under arrest no matter how you dress, how you put it KRS?
And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest
And they just ride around all smug
Short fuse, quick to blow like they high on drugs
never low on their supply on slugs they keep blastin’
God complex, cold soul of an assassin
With they guns cocked, lookin for some action
Treat us any kind of way to get a reaction
It’s asinine to think that they won’t keep attackin
And then get off like nothing happened
Here in America
War in the streets of America
And this ain’t 1492
Still keepin our eyes open for Columbus and his crew
Cuz it’s true, we never know just what he’s gonna do
He could pull up, pull out and then you’re through, bid you adieu Ain’t nothing new cuz it’s the same game often
Take your face off, closed case and closed coffin
Tape the place off, no questions, no crossing
Traced in grey chalk, the stage is so common
the rage, the pain is a plague and the press has no comment makes me wanna vomit
makes me wanna holler
the way they do
again and again, it’s a déjà vu
so I say “I do”, I’m married to,
the struggle like I’m Fela Kuti in ‘72
I’m spittin heavenly dew, a remedy to what the enemy do It’s my destiny and legacy to
Put some truth on a beat, let it speak to the streets
‘til we all get free and it becomes obsolete
to talk liberation, til then it’s no patience
my only motivation’s to crack the foundation
of this house that was built on the blood of the innocent where your skin color determines if you a citizen
and common folk are told to be vigilant
a civil war is imminent
here in America
War in the streets of America
And we keep screaming revolution
Cuz every other day we see a public execution, no lie
Watch it on facebook live or youtube
A million views when a Black man dies
And no answer to why cuz it’s no reason
Just a demon gone hunting and guess who’s in season
on the Earth
When you’re marked for death since your birth
There’s no justice served cuz your life has no worth
Not at all
We livin behind the eight ball
Racism’s as American as apple pie and baseball
Kill em all that’s the protocol
Don’t ever stall, keep it moving like a waterfall
And don’t worry, you won’t face a jury
The judge is the king of the court like Steph Curry
You won’t see the killer cop’s future looking blurry
Cuz even if they do catch a case they’ll be acquitted in a hurry
War in the streets of America...
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Royalty
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Royalty
© Rico Pabón
My legacy lasts like Deuteronomy I’m Akhenaten rockin wallabies king of my odyssey
singing my prophesy
swimming in bottomless seas with the Goddess Yemaya watching me lining my stars
maybe I’m Amen-Ra ‘cause I promise some heat
my rhyme anomalies burn colonizers anonymously
I may be a shooter or maybe I’m Buddha just meditating under olive trees studying peace while training for battle to beat the demon Mephistopheles pro bono or for nominal fees my flow goes loco phenomenally
Rico the griot, the scribe of the people, in spite of the evil, a rhyming emcee describing the times that we locked in
tip top hitman in hip hoppin.
been droppin these cats from the hilltops since Treach and Vin Rock was rockin I’m cocked and locked atop watchtowers, watch, I’m Father Time
my authored lines stop your clock’s tick tock and pop your top without a glock or nine
I’m genetically modified Boricua Annunaki, got the
hot seal of Solomon
not an army of men can stop me, I’m Rocky
ranges, runnin through the west, cold and dangerous papi
I’m perfect, Fibonacci embodied...
In my head
in my mind
I’ve seen it all
a thousand times
they lift us up
to knock us down I once was lost but now I’m found
I see myself
I feel my light
I’m spreading wings and taking flight
and I’m just a man but now I’m free without a crown I’m royalty
I’m a titan writing,
my mic is Tyson before the biting tight when I’m striking
like Shango with a bomb flow, shock foes, sending machos to meet Poseidon
I’m bringing thunder at the speed of lightning,
I’m Stevie Wonder with the key of life and I’m
unlocking chains and I’m freedom fighting
I opt for the brain and not diamond chains
I rock for the change and seek enlightenment
I walk through the rain in supreme alignment
the Universe guiding my steps you can bet that there’s not a raindrop that can find me,
I’m dry,
highly favored, I’m fly, apple of God’s eye, you can try me
but if you hardly hard, hardy har!
I’ll cancel your Mardi Gras, I been Christ of the grimy
I’m icer than tea and cube and them
precise as vipers I’m moving in
illuminate Judas’s foolery proving the truth should be my new pseudonym
Rico the truth, Rico the proof, Rico the smooth, the suave
the copper tone, monotone Frank Sinatra, I’m doing it my way
I’m wide awake in a higher state, my mind is possessed by Yahweh
and I use to chase that diamond life, now I’m a soldier of love like Sade
and my grind is I’m finding minds, shining light in they crawlspace
like Piri Thomas down these mean streets Eleggua’s at my crossways
In my head
in my mind
I’ve seen it all
a thousand times
they lift us up
to knock us down I once was lost but now I’m found
I see myself
I feel my light
I’m spreading wings and taking flight
and I’m just a man but now I’m free without a crown I’m royalty
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Vampires
© Rico Pabón
Hate all on my news feed
Nazi sympathizers synthesize a new breed
Putrid roots produced so many like some fruit trees
Ooh wee, their stench is blowing in the cool breeze
They’re rotten really to the core not just a few seeds
whole history’s horrid it’s more than just a few deeds
they think they gods but they not cuz they do bleed
we been at odds cuz my God’s like Bruce Lee
or Huey P, the black Panther commander who planned to plant seeds so we could stand against this growing cancer
But it’s still here, looky here
Skinny jeans and bushy beards,
clean cuts and polos got em looking like it’s rookie year
brand new, but they can’t fool a man who’s mind is tattooed
and that dude recalls when black was taboo
and boys, we saw your grandmas in the Polaroid
grinning at lynchings her Christianity is null and void
wicked man never change in Babylon
so I rather bang em with the hammer, sending them back to where they from neatly wrapped in their confederate, flag cuz their degenerates
with bricks in the Pacific let em sink into the sediment
long been cemented in this sickness without medicine
lack of melanin supremacists are forming regiments
got me on my regimen and pumped up my adrenaline
po-po to the president, their position’s irrelevant
answer
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Children Of The Earth
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Children of the Earth
© Rico Pabón
Just trying to exercise our birthright
Cuz we’re all children of the Earth, right?
we cross invisible borders across the open ocean waters
Motivated to make it for the sake of our sons and our daughters
Just trying to exercise our birthright
Cuz we’re all children of the Earth, right?
some hike the desert sands to foreign lands no plans but survival
to end up in the handcuffs under a rifle at their time of arrival, it’s cold
She kissed her mother clutching the locket she’d bought her
To hold the picture of her father that had lived forever on they altar
Never heard another word from him in two years but it seemed much longer Since that day he sailed away it took all the courage that he could conjure
Now she’s on her way to the U.S.A.
they say it’s a monster
didn’t wanna, but decided to leave her kids to live with her mama
she said goodbye the look in their eyes the sound of their cries for years would haunt her
She would survive the battle but with post traumatic stress disorder
She crossed invisible borders across the open oceans waters
Motivated to make it for the sake of her son and her daughter
To give em the best she on a quest like midnight marauders
Face the slaughter still with a smile for her child just like a martyr
Can’t think of nothing harder than leaving everything you part of
99,000 problems, who the fuck is Sean Carter?
no it’s not a diss, it’s mathematics and politics
the rich ain’t ever had to survive five days on water and cassava chips dehydration, hallucinations and on top of it
the sun’s burning her skin and lips. Will she survive the trip?
makeshift rafts are jam packed with as many as can fit
So many people have at this the sharks have learned to follow the ships
Now imagine that, scorching in the days, frozen at late night
hungry, thirsty, worried plus being followed by great whites
finally touched down on ground around the sixth daylight
border patrol just snatched em up quicker than rattlesnake bites
tied their wrists searched them through-em-in-a-van and locked the gate tight the doors were slammed they began moving forward and bouncing left and right arrived at prison, detention centers they call em
razor wire, guards and cells, the smell, they’ve got so much in common
stripped of her clothes, dishonored, took everything she had on her
including the locket that held the picture of her long lost father
why bother to scream and holla, when trapped by anacondas
the system’s behemoth, it’s eating people like Jeffrey Dahmer
she was processed and numbered, shown to her cell and bed anxious and worried a flurry of thoughts is filling her head
should she have never fled or just brought her children instead
but she can’t turn back so she starts planning how to move ahead she was on the yard the next day, the sky was charcoal and grey when someone caught her eye in the men’s prison yard not far away and when he saw her too they couldn’t hold back their tears
now she had the answer to where her father’d been for all these years
Just trying to exercise his birthright
Cuz we’re all children of the Earth, right?
we cross invisible borders across the open ocean waters Motivated to make it for the sake of our sons and daughters for the sake of our sons and our daughters
Cuz we’re all children of the Earth, right?
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My Light
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My Light
© Rico Pabón
verse 1
This is a letter for my daughter
I’m looking back and I guess that I should
start at the top
before you arrived, the way that you moved
in mami’s womb full of life, a star
waiting to come through and shine light in the dark and you could
tell that her belly was aglow from afar
and you were more than a spark
more like the Universe being carried inside the love of my life
you are my light
and when the day came
it was love at first sight
my life would never be the same, mesmerized
I put your little chest to mine
and held you tight until our hearts aligned falling in rhythm, it was something divine a flawless design
perfection defined
wish I could rewind
so I keep going back in my mind backwards in time
when I first saw you shine baby, you are my light
you are my gift
from heaven above
like kisses from the lips of the Goddess of love Oshun, Venus and Aphrodite
a day won’t pass by me without me thanking the Almighty
why me to be blessed with such beauty?
who am I to hold a diamond cut ruby?
can I be the one you trust absolutely?
absolutely
baby girl, truly
you are my light
You’re nothing less than sun rays born on a winter day
so always be that bright red feather proud on the wing of a blue jay
and don’t let anyone, anywhere dull your shine not even for a night
and always remember my words
never forget
that you are my light... verse 2
you’re perfect in my eyes
watching you grow has been an everlasting sunrise
the way you share your light with the world I’m in awe of all you are, my star, my little girl unique as black pearl
one of a kind child
empathetic and generous thoughtful and selfless
creative and confident
with dimples and a bright smile strong as the Nile, love
you are my light
illuminate the darkest of days
your soul is so vibrant it glows like Milky Way you rock your own style
you find your own way
but bless the whole world
with the warmth from your rays
a dancer and poet
it’s going by way too fast you’re growing
I can’t slow it down
I hear your little voice the way it used to sound so if you didn’t than you know it now
you are my light
rainbow treasure
you’re the pot of gold
ain’t no measure
what I wouldn’t do to hold
you when you could fit inside of my palms but even fully grown
you’ll always have a home in my arms, love you’re my hummingbird
your beak dipped in sweetness
easily giving loving words
fast wings built for the sky but even after you take flight remember
you are my light
Even in mami’s womb, you were full of life, a star like you waiting to come through
and just shine your light in the dark
so much more than a little spark
you were the Universe being carried inside the love of my life
you are my light
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You Don’t See Me
© Rico Pabón
one of the miracles under God indivisible inexplicable lyrical mystical individuals
no mimics or gimmicks I spit it acidic and visual mythical rhythm kill em in many venomous intervals unequivocal, ill as Attila
guerilla thrilla in Manila
my cerebellum antennae connection clear as a mirror wisdom in riddles flooding my inner vision
rivers delivered for dinner call it my intuition somethin I’m givin, livin a blessin, I’m chillin
like a professional villain
been in it a minute I’m ready and willlin
R.A.W. Kane for the brain, ain’t nuttin been split in I’m offin’ them all, poppin off often, I’m off, I’m coffin filling
Rico the holy ghost, the fuego to the okie doke
I rope-a-dope and comatose a Pope with overdose of quotes
I broke Da Vinci’s code to close the Vatican
hot as Attica radicals mad and at it again
I’m like a quotable oracle
oratorical animal
Hannibal Lecter successor a cannibal
mad professor possessed I confess I’m a mess
I’m irrational
mastered my apparatus, my talent is supernatural manifestin
man, I’m infected with Manson methods
hand on my weapon I’m angelic
attempted assassins ran or repented
my pen is demented, authentic, I said I meant it
ain’t nothing invented, I lived it and bled it
I’m a menace
forget it
son of Khemet
I wreck a step and fetch it
in my element I’m excellent, pen or pencil I’ll even etch a sketch it
right to left I’m tight to death
up and down fuck around have abuelos jumpin around the tenement
kinetic momentum get in em like adrenaline
better and better, bred for the battle weather
a veteran
Boricua through your speaker in the ether
either a beast or a leader
emcee one hell of a specimen
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Skittles (Interlude)
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No Thin Line
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No Thin Line
© Rico Pabón
They love it when we’re quiet
Hate it when we riot
They love us all compliant
They hate when we’re defiant They hate it when we stand up Can’t stand it when we kneel down They blast us with our hands up
In the chest like Michael Brown
And no this ain’t no fiction
It’s hotter cuz of the friction
Police have no restrictions
They’re just following they’re traditions Of paddy wagons slave patrols
been the way they gain control
of our beautiful bodies, brains and souls they hate it when we know that
and they hate it when we’re pro Black
and they hate it when we’re down for brown and love it when we smoke crack
and love it when we sell that
you can just look at the cells we held at that’s when you can really tell that’s
where the private prisons wealth is at
and these are not lies
the bigger the cell block size
the more the stocks rise
when they’re filled up with the top prize
our bodies are commodities
that hold up the economy
murderous methodologies
survival’s like monopoly
But it’s real life
it’s no dice
real love, real hate, no thin line And it’s no games
it’s a cold fight
real love, real hate, no thin line
They hate it when we peepin And they love it when we sleepin They hate it when we teaching
And they love when the preachers preaching Cuz they love it when we kneeling
With our palms up to the ceiling
Cuz then we just believing
And not questioning what we seeing They love it when we follow
And the blue pill we swallow
They hate it when our motto
Is be like Frida Khalo
They hate it when we fly
They hate it when we spread our wings They love it when we high
And they hate it when we say we kings They love when we depressed
It’s easier to oppress
They love it when we stress
On how we look and dress
They love when we play checkers
While them suckas playing chess
They hate when we come together
And they see our success
They hate when we protest
They hate when we progress
When we demand respect
And won’t stand for nothing less
And they love when we play lottery
And they hate when we own property
And it’s probably
Just because we threatening they monopoly
But it’s real life
it’s no dice
real love, real hate, no thin line And it’s no games
it’s a cold fight
real love, real hate, no thin line
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12. |
Drift Away
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Drift Away
© Rico Pabón
In the furthest corners of my mind I find the darkest places
Where my memories reside my worst nightmares have human faces
I can trace my steps to when I use to wait for death
So many nights I lay awake halfway afraid to take a breath
my fear of living stronger than my fear of dying
baby sister needed protection or long ago I would have stopped trying she was five and I see her eyes still when I close mine
in a room divided by a sheet hung from a clothes line
on the other side was mom and pop
a small lamp making their silhouettes dance against the backdrop
a horror scene in a glowing blackness
I see the needle apparatus, the spoon and I smell the burning matches I kept my sister facing me with her back to the madness
And in her stare I know we share the fear, the pain and sadness
Her pupils shaking, her shimmering tears linger
rubbing her head, I move the hair out her face with a gentle finger And I say...
Close your weary eyes and drift away, it’s alright I’ll be here until the break of day brings the light...
So many years have past by and now the day’s arrived
moms is done with the drama and she’s ready to fight to survive
been in and out of rehab but every time
she takes a few steps forward, the devil hits the rewind
back to square one, back to zero
so she’s going cold turkey determined to be her only hero
but a lifetime of drugs is in her bloods base
and once they’re gone it’s starts to rain with pain that breaks the flood gates so she needs a team to hold her down
not just mentally but sometimes actually physically hold her down
to stop her from jumping up out the window
from jumping up out her skin
her screams are reaching a crescendo
her stomach cramps, I rub her belly and back
praying to God like never before, man, please don’t let her soul crack
it’s five in the morning, we’ve been up all night
I hold her tight and tell her, mama, everything’s gonna be alright,
Just...
Close your weary eyes and drift away, it’s alright I’ll be here until the break of day brings the light...
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13. |
Slow Down
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Slow Down
© Rico Pabón
prayer position I’m sittin lotus heart slows the blood flow
I let go
my mind’s focused
my soul aligns with the Most Divine
I know that I’m just a ghost host of a holy shrine
spirit livin life
solar light in flesh
born from the force of the source
the Lord’s finesse
yes
with my chakras balanced
I hover above the planet
I smoke from golden chalice
roam the total globe of atlas
I heard a murmur turn to the words of the grand mastermind
saying every day I wait’s a wasted grain of sand of time so take the breath you been blessed with
use it wisely
if you rhyme than fill your books with love between the sheets like Isley’s
tell them stories of what is and was
predictions of what might be
use your mic as a beacon of light when victory seems unlikely
find the roses growing through the cracks and crevices and show em their reflections that’s what heaven is but first
slow it down
We got to slow down
don’t stop just pause
take a look around and slow down We got to slow down
cuz the stress’ll kill
the pressure will
start slow at first
and then begin to build it bubbles up until
it fills
up to the rim
and what you gonna do when
it spills
rat race no getaway
you can see the walls of the maze change every way overworked and we underpaid but we undertake whatever it takes
what do we need to do to make it through another day hustle like runaways
in the rain in the streets where the weak get done away where the richest gon’ eat and the poor are just forced to compete for our crumbs like it’s Hunger Games
in it to win it but finish diminished breathe
for a minute and then it’s back to the beginning for the dough
it’s stays getting low
we’re trapped in it though
so we go, go, go
I’m trying to take it slow but the grind’s real
sometimes I feel like I’m stumbling through a mine field slippery fate signed n sealed but no delivery date
smile on my face but I’m still feelin the weight of the wait
it’s hard to see the silver lining
how coal becomes a diamond
high temperatures, pressure and patience
waitin for perfect timing
sometimes it’s hard to see divine designing
when it feels designed to make us lose our minds in the maze like the shining
we try shining with the gold and diamonds
not recognizing we phenomenon
see, the stars in the heavens go on and on and we the ones who the Creator called upon to fall
from the sky
to transform and walk
through the fire like Chaka Khan
and land on the planet
good morning, you’re born
in the ninth month just like Ramadan
ain’t it a blessing to breathe
to see that the seeds turn into the trees
the roots become branches and leaves and then fruits and seeds become roots and again it repeats
to see the moon attract the sea and babies breathe in the womb
you and me miracles too what we need to do is slow down
We got to slow down
don’t stop just pause
take a look around and slow down We got to slow down
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Tyranny
© Rico Pabón
Whether or not you believe in karma
prepare for the end of all dogma
half the atlas acting ass backwards spinnin in massive flames and we’re trapped in the blaze without a drop of agua
end of the human saga it’s not a drama or novela
MAGA tops and cops in armor
better hug moms and abuela
churches, synagogues and mosques are bombed
with krylon and molotovs
civilians full of fear and full of faith and fully armed
blast holes in holy places disgracing the names of God nothing sacred, blatant hatred in a nation that’s truly scarred down to the marrow
the wild west’s a broken arrow
crimson rivers since the colonies, innocent blood
mahogany people treated as property keep eyes on the sparrow
still swinging from gallows and still bowing to Pharaohs blow my tobacco mixed with the indo
reading my tarot by the window
hoping my smoke and prayers reach my murdered kinfolk
in limbo
Manhattan, Minneapolis, Oakland, the Caribbean
beyond the borders we’re living and tired of seeing all of this tyranny
My question is how we gonna move forward? if tyranny is law ain’t revolution in order?
My question is how we gonna move forward? if tyranny is law revolution’s in order.
There’s no promise of drinking water
there’s no order
now we turn people away from our borders,
snatch up their children, fuck what their age is
they gettorn from the loving arms of they moms and pops
and locked in cages
and in private prisons people are products
the profit’s outrageous
so play this Rico P. original Prophets of Rage
apocalyptic days upon us like piranhas
fear is a plague it’s contagious
some pray to their AK’s like Adonis
like it’s God and they a modern mortal martyr minutes ‘til final marching orders
their automatics for immaculate slaughter
dressed in black we mourn the horror show
depression overload
mausoleums overflowing from prescription overdose murderers in overcoats and psychopaths in tie knots
got the population comatosed and crumbling like dry rot
and why not
when crime pays
and the politicians play dumb
there’s so much to be worried about
we hurry up and stay numb
that’s true facts
the devil tucks his tail under his suit jacket
smiling while he guides us to hell in a fruit basket,
man it’s tyranny
My question is how we gonna move forward? if tyranny is law ain’t revolution in order?
My question is how we gonna move forward? if tyranny is law revolution’s in order.
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Intersection
02:31
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The Intersection
© Rico Pabón
I’m at the intersection
somewhere between Earth and Heaven
birth and death and resurrection
looking back on the map of my life, reflectin and rappin my introspection the curses and stressing, learning of lessons, losing direction
the pain and depression’s what made me mix music and message
and it took so much to get here-but-now the view is majestic
I guess these
many grays done gave me perspective
I’ve seen that sometimes right behind the grief is hiding a blessing
and other times, it is what it is, and the globe still spins
we cry those tears then dry them off get up and fight again
sometimes we’re caught up in what might have been
start reminiscing on our past like the sunlight was so much brighter then but every chapter has beginning and ends
and every road has hazards and invisible bends
so day to day I pray surrounding myself with literal friends
and I see God in my family, my own spiritual cleanse
it’s too real to pretend
too real to pretend
too real to pretend
it’s too real to hide
I count my blessings as I roll with the tide
I know the Most High is driving, I’m along for the ride
I turn the music up, drop the top, possibly
just watch it all unfold it’s how it’s gotta be
sit back, relax, I’m just enjoying the view
trying to take in all the beauty ‘fore the journey is through
it’s too real
feels too fast
I’m trying to live in the minute before it moves past
hold onto my children, kiss and hug em,
tell em I love em never knowing how long this moment will last
raise them to fear none
with memories in their hearts of all-of-the-times we spent
laughing ‘til the tears come
so when they get to where I am at the bend
they’ll know that, the meaning of wealth is-all-of-your family and friends it’s too real to pretend
too real to pretend
too real to pretend
it’s too real to hide
I count my blessings as I roll with the tide
I know the Most High is driving, I’m along for the ride I turn the music up
count my blessings as I roll with the tide
I know the Most High is driving, I’m along for the ride I turn the music up
count my blessings as I roll with the tide
I know the Most High is driving, I’m along for the ride
I turn the music up
drop the top, possibly
just watch it all unfold it’s how it’s got to be
tryna see the blue through the clouds, and the green through the snow see the stars behind the smog right through the ominous glow
I wanna see my garden grow from-all-of-the seeds that I sow
but it seems the older you get, then the faster it goes
I wanna, sit back, relax, and just enjoy the view
try to take in all this beauty ‘fore the journey is through
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