88

I spent the winter in the woods with a beat machine
Just me, the echobox and the evergreens
I sat still on the top of a hill
So I could get a little closer to whatever means
Watch for storms and what the weather brings
Seven my song
I do a raindance on them and let heaven perform
You got hot last summer, but the tea got warm
I don’t appease enemies
I’m in a league with John
Seven billion ways to source
And concomitantly seven billion ways to loss
My mama hitting me
Begging me to change the course
She said you either change the youth or change the laws
And those who know knows it comes with cost
If you ain’t here to save the babies I ain’t come to talk
No matter where I’m at I’m from New York
And it’s Brooklyn forever

Chorus
Up with the sun again always
Up and the dawn attests there’s no way
For me to try to run away
From what I am
From what I am

Build build the day to date
Infinity times two likes it’s 88
The minute he fell they said he felt the weight
When heaven and hell is just a zip code
Walking on a tightrope
Skipping through your life on tiptoes
Blowing on a whistle with your lips closed
Dinner’s on a paper plate
The naked eye is a strip show
Centered and gathered in emperor’s fabric
So I figured I’d abide by the dress code
Movie magic was provided by asbestos (Huh?)
More snow! More snow!
The sacrifice is what we forego
And the truth is subjective
That’s why I juice herb for breakfast
That’s why it’s all praise to Mama
On honor!
Today’s in the name of Breonna

Up with the sun again always
Up and the dawn attests there’s no way
For me to try to run away
From what I am
From what I am
From what I am

And I know it all
When it’s last call
But it leaves my tongue in knots
And it leaves my fingers hot
And it leaves me wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting
What I can’t get
What I can’t get
What I can’t get

Up with the sun again always
Up and the dawn attests there’s no way
For me to try to run away
From what I am
From what I am
From what I am

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