Last Day of School

Song: Last Day of School

Album: Lesser Restoration

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released April 7, 2017

ref: https://open.spotify.com/album/2xDGe5lTRyhXybig0em0P5

Oh, I

I used to believe

In their definition of free

I’d go to class

And days go by

While they taught someone else’s history

But when I left

For good this time

I found my story right here in this street

And when I came to tell ya

That I found the truth

They told me that God awful bad news

-

Chorus

They said a young man was

Shot down yester-eve

Another number and a non-white face

Well, hot damn, what’s come over me

My heart is beatin’, but I can’t feel a thing

Inside-out, it’s all empty

They teach us lies ‘til we dig our own graves

But not now, not me

Not ‘til I make the city sing your name

-

It’s tougher to buy your principal’s bullshit than a bullet

Discount ammunition at Walmart ain’t hard to sell

We both know there’s no part of a 16 year old

Bleedin’ from a hole in his chest that can be saved by the bell

I’m in it, I’m in it, from standardized lives to colonized minds

Who’da thought middle-age from brown males would be the age’a 8 and 9

They called a new principal to save ya school and make a scholar

But I wouldn’t trust that slave driver to save a dollar

Security and c-o-p’s God-complex’ll make ya holla

But hell forbid you teach how the rich stay rich and light a fire for the rest of the class to follow

A paper trail, all the way from the bottom to the H.M.I.C., intern to the top of the office

Of a school board flunkin’ a demographic to jobless, impoverished, or droppin’ dead

Droppin grades, poppin lead and droppin pens

I dropped the school and now I’m droppin’ ed. and droppin’ debt

Born upon a ledge and all they wanna do is push- push me off of it

But don’t get wide eyed and surprised when the precinct lieutenant is callin in

Chorus

United Crushers, we fight, fly, and die amongst us

Collide at lunch rush, a cafeteria of misguided assumptions

And the roof we’re under dudn’t do much but give in and catalyze the plunder

White principals tryin’ to find a resolution for the racial tension they never had to suffer

Books on books on books of A.P. U.S. History,

But somehow the syllabus always dodges John Brown and Garvey

It’s Malcolm X Day, no class for me.

I’m just kickin’ it with Driss and Abdulaziz

We were 10, with middle school dreams of becomin’ police, firemen, presidents, controllers

Of our destiny until the floor boards gave in and the curtain dropped down and exposed a joke

Of a system hegemonizin’ at-risk young minds, inner-city and all over

From becomin’ future Assata Shakurs and Billy Powell Chief Osceolas

This is money, politics, and race in motion

Somebody stop the car, we need to figure out where we’re goin’

No one’s exempt, we’re all in it over, and under

Givin’ all of everything just to avoid another…

Chorus

-

Bridge

Oh, I

I used to believe

In their definition of free

I’d go to class

And days go by

While they taught someone else’s history

But when I left

For good this time

I found my story right here in this street

And when I came to tell ya

That I found the truth

They told me that God awful bad news

-

Chorus

It was a young man, like you

On any eve

Wrong place, wrong time, everything

Leads up to this legacy

Of little pride and so much shame

But right now, you and me

Have the chance to steer our fate

So, no one dies in vain

Baby Gots Venom

Song: Baby Gots Venom

Album: Lesser Restoration

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released March 10, 2017

ref: https://open.spotify.com/album/2GXxP1jw8K59NFwqxTeFkf

Packed up the bottle, burned another down

It’s time to see if my luck is any better in the next town

Scorned my lover, I wouldn’t let her in

I got these walls that I built long ago, and they’re thick

I’m an exit. Moments flow through me.

Nobody’s tool except my heart when it’s pulling

I tried to cut it out once, but I couldn’t find a blade

Sharp enough to cut through the walls I already made

There’s no trouble in the discomfort of the act

It’s the comfort in not lettin’ you love me back

The fear of givin’ you a world you no longer want

A world that celebrates the light as much as the dark

My past sits with me most mornings at the breakfast table

Next to an empty chair that sits next to Banquo

That sits next to the idea you can only dream careful

When sittin’ next to your worst fears and people you won’t let go

I don’t know who I am

Can’t expect you to know better

But if ya can, hold my hand

While I’m out here tryin’ to get there

-

Chorus

When in doubt, don’t try to figure me out

My past’ll make ya momma run for the hills

Trust when the gravity hits ya, I’ll be right there to lift ya

I can take fire without givin’ hell

So long to that stranger ya knew

Salam to the new night

So long to your red, white and blue

Salam to the good fight

-

Finished the bottle, let another burn

Right now, I’m good. I’ll figure out my luck in the next world

My lover’s gone. The scorn was too much

For her to understand scorn goes hand in hand with love

And I’m no yoga in the park

I’ll take your ideals out for a good swing dance in the dark

Y’see, light’s an illusion: She’s deadly and gorgeous

So, now I only take direction from the local blind swordsman

If blood can coexist with the poison in my veins

Then there’s no wall that can’t be given a door frame

I keep it locked, not to keep you out.

Momma told me not to let a viper in the house

Baby gots venom, I’m still her huckleberry

It’s the vanity that makes this samurai wary

The jagged parts of my life are the only parts that I got

And they’ve made good for buildin’ a city around the heart

You wanna be right and get what you want

Ya wanna sure thing and a pleasant surprise

I can’t promise it all, but I’ll give ya good love

And a full heart cos you the Triforce of my eye

-

Chorus

When in doubt, don’t try to figure me out

My past’ll make ya daddy grab his pistol

Trust when the gravity hits ya, I’ll be right there to lift ya

I can take fire without givin’ hell

So long to that stranger ya knew

Salam to the new night

So long to your red, white and blue

Salam to the good fight

Favourite Game

Song: Favourite Game

Album: Lesser Restoration

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released May 19, 2017

ref: 

Katie, it’ll take more than salvation

The world shifted 4 inches but I never felt the wave hit

This planet’s swallowin’ itself, we can’t claim it

And I’m sure now more than ever it’s not what we take with

Let alone who your God thinks you should be datin’

The after-life can wait, right now this world needs savin’

If you didn’t have so many definitions, I’d kiss ya

Hard. Until your knees wondered what hit ya.

So, Katie, heaven or hell, please tell me my destination

Jesus has patients, but he sure isn’t waitin’

We used to watch cops, everyday, regulate their God-complex

Walkin’ with Abdullahi and Muhammad around the Plaza

But all praises be to Allah, if we get there

Talkin’ to my grandfather over his grave, with a warm beer

Because Katie, you got more walls than most

But it won’t stop me from speakin’ thru’em like mailin’ letters to prisoners post

-

Chorus

For all we know and all we don’t

Everything was meant to change

Tomorrow’s comin’ round and today is goin’ out

It’ll never be the same

But I know, I know, I know, I know

For me, you will never fade.

-

Kyle, I dig your hat, I dig your style

I’m mildly obsessed and I don’t care to fight it

Ever since I saw you at Bon Apetit with Steph

He’d introduce you as Cecil and then say you lost the bet

And there it was, back then it seemed so species

You planted a tree at the extinction of the Cenospecies

I watched it grow until I had to graduate

And attend a funeral after The Blend dug its own grave

I tried talkin’ to Dotty, but she was already pilled up

Rantin’ that rap can’t save you, but credits her life to hip-hop

Got it

Took another Lexapro and she popped it

But amongst the metro I too slowly let go

Your voice and cadence are few of the things I withhold

Long live the tree that blooms all seasons in your garden

Long live the hands that give it water, long live the otter

Chorus

It’s not my place to put your name out in the open

But want to say what I couldn’t, during visiting hours at St. Joseph’s

Playing Go Fish at the inpatient lounge

With enough sedated rage to shake the foundations off the ground

The weight in your veins, the colors that came back to your face

The truth that saved this page from a eulogy for an early grave

To say “I love you” doesn’t come close to the zip code or continent

Where my heart lives for your livelihood

I wanted to be a monolith, but the ceiling still fell

And there we were, playing cards in rehab while we could still feel

And I’m sorry that I couldn’t be more,

That I couldn’t find the words until I was starin’ at this coffeeshop’s floor

Curses, bad luck and adversity lose all currency at your entrance,

as your will flexes beyond the permanent

I never met your father, but if he’s anything your made of

I’d day happy to be half that man. Say love.

Chorus

New Orleans

Song: New Orleans

Album: Lesser Restoration

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released May 19, 2017

ref: 

Chorus

New Orleans

New Orleans

I am your son, risen like the dust

I have returned, do with me what you must

-

Would you take me back, as a broken man

With poison in my heart and open hands

I am your blood, you are my soul

Spent most my life running from those I love,

Spent most my life away from your arms

In the northern plains, beyond the suns embrace

Where blood runs cold and death entertains

To smile while you kill and bring evil to grace

I’ve done thing time cannot erase,

I’ve seen too much and envy the blind some days.

Chorus

I awoke one morn to a love no more,

so I went and drank fire ‘til the world made sense

The 8th Devil of Kimon stood at my door

And said walk with me and make recompense

Side by side, we float beneath the stars

Turned from the light, breathing without pules

The 8^th Devil grinned and let go my hand

Alone I was in this hell again

Alone I was

And so I ran

Chorus

Bury Your Son

Song: Bury Your Son

Album: Lesser Restoration

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released May 19, 2017

ref: 

Grabbed my bags

Brought all my devils with me

It’s time to see if this story ends any different in the city

My ride’s full

Blew a kiss in the cold

It’s all I have left to give her to hold

Here we are, all alone on the road again

Restin’ my fate with the sun, that she’ll point me in

The right direction

Anywhere but here

Ran outta time to give and

Feelings to feel, cos I’m

-

Chorus

Cold from the inside

Consoled by the midnight

They treat ya wrong ‘til ya don’t mind

But not me, I raise a fist and look’em forthright

-

The sun has resigned

She’s no longer with us

I close my eyes, push the pedal

And let go

The sky grows dark

Along with my convictions

I’m a dangerous man

Because they told me so

What’s your name, dear?

Who’s your savior?

When trouble comes, you grab your gun

Where do you aim it?

Excuse the questions

Precautions in my veins

When you’ve seen worse than death

It’ll make ya

Chorus

Daisy

Song: Daisy

Album: Lesser Restoration

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released October 18, 2016

ref: https://open.spotify.com/album/2XqScl3khh6lbj9cJPuw2J

Daisy,

The last time your mother hit ya,

You flew off the bed, I told her to stop

I couldn’t let my silence be complicit

And watch her take out her misguided anger on someone so young

Said she was goin’ to go to counclin’ for it

Manager her emotions and take accountability for’em

Eh, that never happened

I took the rage as misplaced for lack of bein’ proactive

But there was that one night, she yelled so loud

I swear to God her eyes turned red, and for a moment I saw hell

She’s an angry woman, a liar and a cheater

And if the next guy is half the man I am, he’ll stop her before the next time she tries to beat ya

I mean it, we’re silly humans, and we think about what we think

It’s not important. Daisy, I’ve seen the end.

It’s beautiful and only measured by our action.

As for me, I’m doin’ better than expected

The view of the river from living room is a blessing

I know you wanted freedom so many damn times

And tried to escape your mother’s place day & night

Some mornings if felt simple,

Wakin’ up to you starin’ out that window

Escapist for life, you made a run for the river

Neck and neck with a dream of a life worth livin’

Baby, the equation’s so basic, don’t get it twisted

Without respect, there can be none given

And Daisy, now that I’m on the other side of the glass

My advice the next time you make a run for it: Don’t look back

Now, let me tell ya somethin’ ‘bout ya daddy: Mildly the same minus the angry part

Never struck ya but still willingly claims the dark.

I’m a venerable rebel, my friend. Salam.

They wanna see my skin tone get cold in a kennel

Welcome to the boss level, full of Irish goodbyes and East Detroit hellos,

Lower Eastside stilettos. Mastered the art of lettin’ go

Some say it’s gotten quicker than the fists of Kenshiro

I just do the work and let the rumors sound off,

It’s elevator music while I ascend another mountain

New Orleans proud son, Milwaukee town punk

Made a soapbox from a gutter, to shout from

Daisy, tell me , is it strange it feels weightless

Smiles no longer vagrant, veins for train stations

Pushin’ pushin’ that sweet venom from artery to hand

Don’t hate to break it to ya, I’m a bad bad man

I didn’t ask for permission

I didn’t ask for forgiveness

I didn’t ask for opinions

Took what I needed and kept goin’ passed the finish

And the next time she hits ya

Know it’s meant for someone different

And if ya ever make it out that window,

Run Daisy Run, do like ya daddy did it

Go on ‘til ya can’t go on

And I still haven’t stopped

Go on ‘til ya can’t go on

Until the wheels roll off

Go on ‘til ya can’t go on

Sun down to sun up

Go on ‘til ya can’t go on

New Gods

Song: New Gods

Album: Lesser Restoration

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released December 16, 2016

ref: https://open.spotify.com/album/4Kxoc25MaDxqvsIjhZx29N

Chorus

Hello, it’s me

Again

Your hell couldn’t hold me down

I’m back

And smilin’ for what’s to happen next

I think it’s time you call your god.

-

Been makin’ over night flights across town for several nights now,

Pacin’ with light cycles; streaks’a neon off a kite tail

I run a nice route, but I feel my heart fadin’

Reminscin’ past rides with Tetsuo and Kanata

And before you meet the maker,

One of these nights you find out what you’re made of

You can fight it ‘til you last breath collapses

Or accept this is you and let them fangs out unabashed

I’m on.

River City to Riverside, look alive

I cast shadows in the night from a neon Matin sign

Billy and Jimmy Lee watch the 6 back in ‘99

Fight or flight divine, now it’s only fight to fight

Delightful spite, swinging lead pipes for a righteous price

I ain’t for sale tho, keep the offer

Evening extremists can’t be bought into crack’a dawn joggers

I write lines between day walkers and midnight marauders

Preppin’ hooks like Ruthless Robbie Muthafuckin’ Lawler.

Don’t know what y’all heard, the pearl’s a hardened sinner

But if she can slow dance on a floor full’a phantasmal killers

Then I’ll let her wear my hoodie, come and ride shotgun

Silver bullets in the glove compartment, Billy Compton

And company come fuck with me

Run your keys, fuck your jewels, I seen things you can’t unbelieve

Spades a spade, but only mythril’s up my sleeve

Just an American Sabrewolf on these London streets

Know one thing: Don’t pick a fight

With a man who’s died twice and dudn’t believe in the Lord of Light

50/50’s my norm, you don’t wanna see my risky

Just tell’em that I’m comin’ and I’m bringin’ hell with me

Chorus

Nothin’ a full moon can’t heal

Standin’ on the city landfill sippin’ Stab & Kill

Nursin’ old wounds, catchin’ new feels

It’s just another date with a devil in blue heels

So, I’m out:

Nola, Brooklyn, Cleveland, Shine Town, Metro City- hands up and come out

St. Paul, Scotland, Eire

Detroit, Argon- put’em in the sky

All through the night

Where the hype goes to die

Danger intravenous to heart

While I’m outrunnin’ my ghosts up, off and through the wall

Burning down

Was always the better between the two next to

Fading out

I wouldn’t have it any different than what it is right now

Just a grin in the dark

Now, I hear them talkin’ fire, but revenge is best served cold

Yeah, I’m always new to town; Vagabond, Ninja Scroll

Now, the Belmont’s on vacation, I think you might wanna leave

Cos it’s me, a few dangerous strangers, and Wylie.

So run out, run out, run out, run out, run out…

Chorus

Loaded Hearts

Song: Loaded Hearts

Album: Lesser Restoration

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released: February 10, 2017

ref: https://open.spotify.com/album/3TEcNrBZyU7EZJuzkPBOcn

Chorus

Javelins flyin’ overhead, overhead, overhead

Attack of the clones bred from the same venom

Defendin’ a throne for an honor lost in it

You want me, you can go ahead, go ahead, go ahead

I made my peace with the past, lord willin’

But the future, future, future

-

Coroner, judge, bank and jury

It’s all the same to me, it’s all game to me, customer service

Loaded hearts, black minds

I’m about it I was born into that life

Now, how they expect me to be chill when there’s prison blocks they wanna keep filled

Handcuffs they been waitin’ to refill and black bodies that they wanna keep still

Nah. You wanna advertise butterflies in a glass jar

I’d rather lose face, keep my skin and freedom standin’ on Gray Skull

Naaaah, you mufuckas don’t know me. Why you wanna act like it?

Teach me my history and let me celebrate it like you authorized it

Cut off the tragedy and accountability from the timeline and cauterized it

Green lightin’ the rewrite you rewrote, but we both know I’m the author of my shit

Yeaaaah, a threat to all you know and love

Simply by turnin’ oxygen in to C-O-Dub

Aire to the throne of Latveria

And born on a waiting list of Deathrow America with

Chorus

I could be sittin’ with Lauryn Hill singin’ “It could all be so simple”

Or whisperin’ sweet nothins to girls I ain’t even into

But I made a promise to my grandma, that I’d keep it trill

So my lane is only for my fans, my people, my work with or without the wheels

I push it like bad policies, religion, refinance and revolvin’ doors

But pushin’ ain’t a problem even if the wheels ain’t on’em. Hold up! Hoverboard!

But see me in my city where disparity thrives and livin’ while black is little more a social crime

Rock n roll on life support screamin’, “Life is short”. I’m from where hip-hop goes to die

Negative fucks, +1 Shield

I walk the day, I run the night, I’m a bonafide stone cold Dunpeal

Hit it. Wanna entertain I don’t come real

I don’t walk the house, I don’t run the field. Please believe, boy, I run fields!

Get it? Hell is relative to where you from

Rookies thinkin’ that they got a cure with the holy gun

But I see with my Buena vista from Doomstadt

It’s still black and white with old money and new traps with

Chorus

Minnesota

Song: Minnesota
Album: Lesser Restoration

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released September 27, 2016

ref: https://open.spotify.com/album/5Wl3nCKB43NyUKz5LGp4L5

She cares for me with cops
Looks after me with laws
Calls me "nigger" when I'm not around

Employs me with a job
Kisses me with snow
Keeps me alive to make the wheels go 'round

And you convince yourself it's ok
Because it's all you've known
Surrounded by white smiles
Waitin' for permission to hope

So, she takes me down to the ballot box
And let's me pray without the cross
Makes my bed and she lays me down
-
Chorus
And she says she loves me
She says she loves me
She says she loves me
And I feel nothing
She says she loves me
She says she loves me
She says she loves me
And I feel...
-
Met her' back in '86
And she ain't been right since
I suspect somethin' long's been goin' on

I knew she had a past and all
And I believed her when she said those days were long gone
Until I took a good look at the ground

I saw pictures of Mankato
Pictures of Duluth
The video from Saint Paul
The dead spoke the truth

They said, "Old habits die hard,
but this money's one helluva drug.
She's got a dealer named legacy
and a drunk step daddy named America.

Brother, if you want to fight the good fight
Then you'll have to understand that she won't go by fallin' on her own sword
You'll have to reconstruct the handle to the blade, so there's a price to pick it up
'Cos we've all heard it before."
-
Chorus
-
Well I marched all the way to her front door
Demanded to know what the hell is goin' on
She drew a smile with those big blue eyes
And said, "Why so serious.

They named schools and lakes after murderers
they called masters
They protect my land with murderers
they call officers

They got a prison cell made for ya
and a bullet with your name on it,
and every time I made your bed
was just to measure out the grave for ya.

I wasn't born this way.
Could you help me change?"
She grabs me by the throat
and holds me down
-
Chorus

The Lynchings In Duluth

Song: The Lynchings In Duluth

Album: [Bonus Track] Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Boyfriend

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 28, 2012

ref: https://soundcloud.com/toussaint-morrison/the-lynchings-in-duluth

June 14^th, 1920

I guess you can’t say that you couldn’t see it comin’

Irene just turned nineteen

On her way to the circus on a Red Summer’s eve

In a small northern town by the name of Duluth

Mostly white, then- Mostly white, now. Truth.

After the show Irene ran to the cops

Said she’d been raped by 6 negroes behind the big top

The city lined up one-hundred and fifty

Of the circus workers Irene saw that evening

She picked out six, they hauled’em downtown

And lynched three of’em to an all-white crowd

They hung’em high, they watched’em die

The physician couldn’t find any signs

On Irene’s body of assault or rape

It gets worse, pass me a drink

-

Chorus

Who am I to you in any light?

Everything prologued to now, and this shit still ain’t right.

Act like you figured it out to help you sleep at night.

I wish Malcolm were around…

Our work’s never done

-

Somebody overheard police chief John Murphy

Say he’s gonna run every negro outta town

So, they fired all the black people from the circus-

Well, fast forward to right now

Minnesota’s number one in racial disparity

The schools have gotten so bad it’s embarrassing

For every twenty-some people of color to get pulled over

One white person gets the same hold up

It’s beyond words, honestly I’m all nerves

In case of emergency, I question who to call first

What’s worst: the discussion’s gone mute

Time passin’ is like an excuse to act aloof

Confrontation turned to Minnesota Nice

And we don’t talk about it ‘til it hits the headlines

No coverage on the Minneapolis northside

When they let the Metro Gang Task Force ride

Yeah, the future’s at stake,

Less than half of these students of color will graduate

They’ll gentrify the hood before they renovate

It gets worse, pass me a drink.

Chorus

They shot Fong Lee, they tazed Quincy Smith

The beat Darrel Jenkins and one out of three lived

I got homies on the force I trust on or off it

But you couldn’t pay me to buy the system’s promise

Some are born on third base, some are born on home plate

Some are born in a homeless shelter

Either you say “Fuck this game”

Or you play with what they dealt ya.

Good talk

Chorus

Lithium

Song: Lithium

Album: [Bonus Track] Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Boyfriend

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 28, 2012

ref: https://soundcloud.com/toussaint-morrison/toussaint-morrison-lithium

If I close my eyes it won’t be for sleep

If I come back, it won’t be for peace

My brother Steve asked me how you hustle harder without gettin’ your hands dirty

I told him “I don’t know, I haven’t planned past thirty”

I courted Death herself, we’re past flirtin’

But told her I can’t go Thanos or mass murder

It’s easy to see hype’s a fast worker

When the audience can’t see past the curtain

Suicide’s on the same side of certain

The only difference is the other doesn’t plan further

I stand firm in the pasture of last worders,

Anticipating fellow working-class servers to go berserker

Table turn the burners, state it firm with purpose

And give it to’em with a vengeance in a whirling durbish

Black everything, black Jack Purcells

A half-a-step away from goin’ Josy Wales

The liquor store turned holy grail

In a middle class heaven built on a homeless hell

And I’m headed to the bar to write, café’s closed

I don’t mind the pub coffee tastin’ luke warm and sinful

I sip slow, they say the end is close

I tell’em what’s the hold up, somebody get it goin’

I got peeps on meth cos’ they can’t afford the heroin

Shin splints walkin’ up and down Lake st.

Rehab and roof, he doesn’t care for it

Smiles, and says he’ll kill a man to make ends meet

I smile back, cos’ it’s my only move

Who am I to keep him from takin’ a nap in a burning room

No one said you had to give a fuck

But don’t act like the gutter’s what you want

-

Chorus

If I close my eyes it won’t be for sleep

If I come back it won’t be for peace

I came to do what I came to do

And that ain’t to prove to the likes of you

-

Ashley says I have a dissociative disorder

I check out at the moment’s it’s most important

So, for now I’ll let crazy call me crazy

Give’er my name, and tell her “Google me, maybe”

Nothin’ short of lighting fires at the gas station

I can introduce to new methods of rehabilitation

Introduce you to the darkside of the darkside of makin’

Decisions that’ll resonate you long after you cremation

This is happening, there’s no damage controllin’ it

The diagnosis doesn’t match the dosage

Save your street credit, I work for the hopeless

Rock-bottom-state-of-mind rollin’ stoners

Turn the volume down and the noise to dead

I can hear you ‘less you speak over the voices in my head

You wanna chat about divine logic

First, explain to me 4-year olds on anti-psychotics

Chorus

Coffee & Chemo

Song: Coffee & Chemo

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Boyfriend

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 21, 2012

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/coffee-chemo

They marched from the hills to the streets just to unclaim the ground

Politician said “baby you take the lead, I’ll follow long and won’t make a sound”

The fire died beneath the same bed of rain where your despairs drowned

And I looked you in the eye and said “no matter what I’ll be around”

Wouldn’t that be something

Wouldn’t that be something

Well, the sunny day scorched the ground, the crops didn’t grow for weeks

I showed up an hour late with a new excuse and a different story

It’s a shame we aimed and came to change the game to somethin’ so nice

While you were fightin’ against the end of your world to win or lose your life

Baby, you will be something

You will be something

Still wanna paint the city with your favorite Crayola colors

And play pretend through a never ending summer?

See who can run the fastest and can count to the highest number

And find the best hiding spot apart from the others?

Do you still wanna go to the lake and swim to the floating dock,

Then make a dash for the television for cartoons soon as you wake up?

Stay up late and tell scary stories while it’s pouring and storming

Then ride bikes through puddles in the morning?

Do you still feel the same when you hear someone say they’re sick of it

And have the sudden urge to tell’em what sick really is?

Does time become tangible as handlebars you’re reaching for

But can’t get a grip tight enough to steer the course?

Can you see the best in us and where we always seem to pass it up?-

The opportunity to be it and put it in the hands of blind luck

Can you show me where I’m crackin’, and when I’m takin’ it for granted,

Where the advantage is taking a leave of absence in this urban apparatus?

Can you show me what it means to have a next breath to breathe-

Show me how to build staircases and bridges out of broken dreams?

Show me what it means to live, what it means to hold your keep,

Tell me how to push this car and make it run on make-believe-

‘Cos when it all falls down, and where the rage comes ‘round

In a hospital room with a view through a window above town

You’ve seen more than I might in my lifetime twice crowned

So, thank you for sharing a moment of your time at the coffeehouse

This much (I know, I know, I know)

You will be something

And in amazement (I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go)

Down the road to save the city

This much (I know, I know, I know)

You will be something

And in amazement (I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go)

Down the road to save the city

It was Patricio, me and the Milwaukee kid

The mornin’ after the show with Fresh Cut Collective

Feels like the crack’a dawn, but it’s almost noon

Full tank in the ride, but I’m runnin’ on fumes

Picked it up the pick-me-up

Soy milk, sugar, medium medium

No question,  I’ma get it done

Came to write and not give a damn where I’m leapin’ from

And there we were, seems perfect strangers

Have more in common than when we make arrangements

Paced with pavement, dates, and sense of placement

Between the luxury tax and hospital payments

I’d stay here and never look back

Recklessly abandon the past and everything I can’t,

Won’t and will not. No sleep, I’m up-

No sleep ‘til what’s done must be done

This is for the ones that believed when the sun

Wasn’t shinin’ our direction for months

This is for the people that put legs under our table

When we were ground-level and done

This is for Wylie, the family, the kickstarter backers

Urban Home  and Adam J Dunn

This one’s for Lu, you rock on girl

You’re my evangelion.

(MKE, as I am, take me

As I am, take me- la la la la

MKE, as I am, take me

As I am, take me- la la la la…)