Favourite Game

Song: Favourite Game

Album: Lesser Restoration

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released May 19, 2017

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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

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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

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Chorus

New Orleans

New Orleans

I am your son, risen like the dust

I have returned, do with me what you must

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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.

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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

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

First of Her Name

Song: First of Her Name

Album: Lesser Restoration

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released May 19, 2017

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She’s a mystery

I don’t wanna understand

She’ll make ya question

From just a glance

And I don’t

Dance the fence or

Think at all

When she says

Meet me in my world

Meet me in my world

Where the light goes to die

And drown in the unknown

Beneath an unfamiliar city that feels like home

And that’s when

I saw death

Around the corner

And she grabbed by the hand and said

Walk with me in my world

Walk with me in my world

Beneath the burnin’ clouds

And starless dsky

A city that’s always dark

You can never tell the night from day

Her eyes light up like cars on fire

Some say you can see from miles afar

Voodoo magic glows through her veins

And she says if this is poison…

I don’t want the cure

If this is darkness…

Save me from the light

If this is your hell…

Then I’ll call it home

Cos everything you’ve taken

I take back as my own

My own

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

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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

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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

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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

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