The Ballad of Rad Campbell

Song: The Ballad of Rad Campbell

Album: Fast Times At Trillmont High

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released June 18, 2013

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/the-ballad-of-rad-campbell

I heard a scream in the night

And coulda swore they were tryin’ to call ya

Some kind of call to prayer without the light

I waited for you, but you never showed up

So when the sirens and the gunshots followed

Before you could answer

I decided the next time I call you

I won’t wait before I take action

Just because I believe it, doesn’t mean it’s there

But I see what’s goin’ on

A village that would first shout prayers into the night air

Before we’d call 911

It’s not a bird or a plane

It’s Rad Campbell

Police’n police like a better built game

Handcuffin’ authority to integrity by the waist

N-n-n-n-n-n-not for long ‘til the next call

Cos folks still think bullets hault in the name of

God. It’s no loss but crushed menthols

Shadow boxin’ the smoke, throwin’ jabs at a brick wall

For fun, to entertain the inevitable when the night falls and

Flood shadows to dusk

I work between the law and the dirt

It’s technically the same thing, but I’m at a loss for words

I always think about ya even when I’m at my worst

Crackin’ jaws and windows, pressin’ against nerves.

Where did your daydreams go,

When you found out your middle class was a placebo?

That your job was benfettin’ more prisons than people

Did you pull out a five-dollar bill and call it your equal?

No GPS, I see through the maze

I graduated from the school of Dr. Strange

They pullin’ strings to put my style on trial- John Foggerty

And only call me “Rad” when prefaced with “Totally”

There’s no guidebook on how to live

When you’re comin’ up in the Riverside Plaza strip

I watched the price of life drop with every sunset

So, I keep the stock up enforcing the cost of biz

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Chorus

No Muhammad, Buddha or Jesus

Could save this city from itself in the evening

All eyes set on the wrong prize

I won’t wait for someone to do what’s right

I never bought your rendition of

Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom

I’ll set fire to every wall while I’m

Breathin’, breathin’, breathin’, breathin’

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Straight off the coast of Genosha

I’ve seen the Apocalypse twice- no bluff

Trust me, you don’t want a damn thing to do with it

The way it’s goin’, you won’t need cable to know the future’s dim

I shift the foundation of any house I’m in

Broken homes, apartments, House of M

My expectations are weary

When the big pictures movin’ like it was painted by Kawajiri

Midnight, streetlight, post up

I fade into the backdrop and turn into no one

And spring to action when the weapons get drawn out

And eliminate the threat before the bodies get hauled out

They pit the poor against each other to collide with guns

And gave the referees nines and the right to hunt,

Lie, cheat, steal

The time has come to backhand’em with a neon biker glove

Chorus