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
