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I taste the evening and breath in the crisp pacific northwest air
As it’s leavin my lips crack the bits
This visual kiss, the Puget Sound
And the bluest of skies
Two sides of the abyss
This city was built on the backs of the brave who gave up their home for a dollar a day
The same folks who rose up to ban the minimum wage
Unofficial slaves not given a page, a photograph or a paragraph written to claim them
Some got the nerve to say go back to where you came from
Same ones who Stole the land from chief sealth and then named the city after him
as if to say we honor you
Right after we conquered you and pillaged your home
Soil fertilized with indigenous bones
Jimi Hendrix, ray charles and quincy jones
Japanese jazz now hip hop in home
That’s seventh and Jackson the microphone’s open
Subvert a culture genocide seven years goin’ in the moment and the music
Time to show improvement
Never will you see me be a Judas to the movement
Used to be a student of the beat until I mastered it
And then I set it free to let it be the energy
That I command when I spit, in this shit heard out of mangled tight lipss
I like sister with hips, I like sisters with hope even better than those who blow spirit through the smoke out my mouth and my nose
I pose questions like ‘at night’
Or the moon is too bright
These dudes with tight shirts and spiked hair
Hit up the late night Chinese joint with bad fare
Fresh off the club, One stumblin drunk
Ain’t worth my time just to mumble ‘punk’
He be acting like a chump but he still my brown brother
Sister by your side dyed hair with fake eyes
Probably wonders why she attracts the fake guys
I sigh under south side night skies
My people, young brown and gifted conversely,
The people I belong to
believe me it hurts me to use the same fist that I raise against the system
to cock back and hit em
Getting all caught up in the movement and the music
Time to sure improve it
Never will you see me be a Judas to the movement
Used to be a student of the beat until I mastered it
And then I set it free to let it be the energy
That I command when I spit, in this sh-- heard out of mangled tight lips
I like sisters with hips, I like sisters with hopes even better than those who blow spirit through the smoke out my mouth and my nose
And then I breath out my mouth and my nose
And then I breath out my mouth and my nose
And then I breath

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