Song: Kolvoord Starburst
Album: Edo
Released June 24, 2014
ref: https://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/kolvoord-starburst
Coffeeshoppin’ with
Howard, holdin’ discussions about the
State of the state,
filled with these passive aggressive cowards
I said, “I’d rather be
called a “nigger” to my face
Than to be followed by
the store clerk soon as I enter the space
It’s not an amount or
a thing that we’re livin’ with
A tangible quantity
you point to and say “there it is”
I don’t know how to
say this any different
Than welcome to the
American hunger games of power, rank and privilege
I’ma take it there;
FedEx
Girl, I hit the spot
with no hands; Sex Ed.
Activist/Hopeless
Romantic,
Got your local law
enforcement in a stone cold sweat and panic
I don’t sweat the
standard of the power structure I’m under
Pushin’ male privilege
and heterosexuality as the truth
I just wanna see ya
dance beneath the winter sun like it’s summer
And take it to the
streets before the voting booth
-
Lights, cameras,
ladies
Oooooooh
Blue collar baby
Oooooooh
Ideals can’t save ya
Oooooooh
-
Silly silent protest
clickin’ “vote” as if somebody noticed
Holdin’ rallies for
the arm-chair liberals to talk shop
Where’s your wavin’
flag when the votin’ booth isn’t open
And the po-pos in my
hood young-male huntin’? Pop Pop!
If ya gonna stir the
pot, do it right.
Fightin’ for equality
can get ya 22 to life
Molotov Cocktails for
breakfast
‘Til bein’ non-white
in public isn’t a fuckin’ death sentence
-
Lights, cameras,
ladies
Oooooooh
Blue collar baby
Oooooooh
Ideals can’t save ya
Oooooooh
-
Don’t keep the lights
on baby
For tonight might take
me
Gods forbid, I keep
you waitin’ round
For if these streets
do claim me
Let my name travel
greatly
Thru the walls, over
water and ground
-
Before The Blend
broke, before Racine
Before that epic
hangover in Miami
It was me and her on a
date strollin’ thru the sculpture garden
On a Minnesota
Saturday just like any other
Got to talkin’ about
the year after next
Snowballed into talkin’
about kids
She said she couldn’t
understand how hard it’d be
For a kid with a
bi-racial identity
What do they call
themselves, who do they call their friends
Oh my God it must be
so confusing
She continued on and
on as if I wasn’t there
As if she forgot who I
was and who my parents were
I knew then, it wouldn’t
last
Datin’ a white girl
who saw race as just a setback
Or any woman I’d have
a child with
Lookin’ at the kid as
just a social experiment
-
Don’t keep the lights
on baby
For tonight might take
me
Gods forbid, I keep
you waitin’ round
For if these streets
do claim me
Let my name travel
greatly
Thru the walls, over
water and ground
-
See I’ma bad mufucka
and a nice guy
Just taggin’ my name
on the grand design
Pursued by future cops
and bad chicks
Because they know my
horn blows like Stan Getz
I learned the hardway,
I built a hard frame
As a defense mechanism
in this arms race
Not enough Braun, too
many Joffrey’s
So my heart rate’s
gone colder than a zombie
I live in a state of
apathy; Minnesota
Where the winter bites
like a cobra
What’s worst is
success in hip-hop around here
Is based on your
skintone- own up
Take me to Milwaukee
to rock with Bizzon
Take me to California
to rock with Jus Rhyme
Take me to Brooklyn to
rock with Corina
Take me North to rock
with John River, one time
Take me to Connecticut
to rock with Sketch
Take me to Iowa to
rock with The Blend
Take me anywhere…
But fuck it, I’ma rock
with Wylie right here.
-
You can hear it when
you cut the talk
The truth whispers in
the air like schizophrenics in the coffeeshop
New money is new
money, it funds a fool’s plummet
Old wealth is that
truth, homie. Get used to it.
The school’s fundin’
is a few crumbs of a school crumblin’
Let the impending doom
flunk it.
Your ambition can’t
barter with the fire power
That’d make the
Scarlet Witch look like a Parlour Trick
Whip you into shape
without a belt to wield
They turned Detroit
into Detroit. Have a healthy fear.
You want equity? Cute.
Your idea of it’s
already been conditioned, that’s a lose-lose.
But let me tell you
what’d put a dent in this mech
You thinkin’ for you
and leapin’ off the edge
You’ve been standin’
on, starin’ at the bottom for too many autumns
Live by the maybe, never
is your coffin
Tell me what’s it feel
like?
-
Are ya tired of takin’
shit all your life,
Livin’ a legacy to
make cash and die?
Please tell me what it
is that you want?
No struggle without
freedom.
-
Commercial break, the
revolution’s on standby
What you recall during
the day, you can’t recall at night
Your memory’s
in-and-out; flashdrive
But you’re still
turnin’ more wheels than Ragbrai
How can ya be this
young feelin’ this tired?
On the job, treated
like an outlier
Your union tapped with
the wire.
-
Are ya tired of takin’
shit all your life,
Livin’ a legacy to
make cash and die?
Please tell me what it
is that you want?
No struggle without
freedom.
