After School Alter Ego

Song: After School Alter Ego

Album: Fast Times At Trillmont High

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released June 18, 2013

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/after-school-alter-ego

Compose yourself, homie, hit the inhaler

Stop actin’ like your life’s at stake here

Well, it kinda is. I ain’t gonna lie.

These some Bad Dudes. Man, you gonna die.

But you listen to me close and follow what I say

You got a chance of makin’ it outta here to the next stage

Lesson one, don’t over estimate a punch

Use your feet: kick, run and jump

The streets ain’t safe no more

Nowadays I ain’t so sure

They write it off as urban folklore

But there’s somethin’ lurking in the shadows and it came for war

Now, I don’t know about you, but I don’t know how to lose

So honestly, I’d strike first before they do

Watched these cats beat a kid for fun

Went upside his head with an oil drum

Keep a low pursuit, and be cool honey bunny

Some of’em are on the roof and jump from it

Whatever you do, don’t talk to any females

There’s chicks in the gang and they’re violent as hell

I’d say somethin’ cliché like “game over” if I wasn’t just around the corner

I’m on my way, try not to panic

And meet me at the Matin Garage in a flash, kid.

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Chorus

Within the eyes of the twin dragon

Remains the heart of a warrior

Their rivals cast shadows on the sun

And it won’t stop ‘til the war is won

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Here we go, I’m up high, you keep low

If you hit’em once, make sure you combo

Lay back on my signal or shout

Cos it’s about to get flipped out

Forgot to add around last June

They beat the shit outta Donny for his prom shoes

Stay close and do what you wan’ do

But don’t get yourself killed tryin’ to be a Tom Cruise

You got a lot of EXP,

With all the wrong moves

But, you’re now rockin’ with the K-I-D

I’ll bring the carbs, you bring the juice

Dust off them black rims ‘fore you go in blind

You might catch a bad one with a sword or pipe

They powered up this morning overdosed on life

Ready to kill a man with a throwin’ knife

You could pour in the change, but the more it’s the same

I was born in the game not foreign to gangs

Or the ill behavior

Couldn’t save these streets with Haggar for a mayor

Just when I thought we’d pull this off

Almost made it to the end of the block

An old man by the name of Chin jumped out

And said you two look lost

Chorus

Threw dude through a wooden crate

To show’em where I’m from: Streets Of Rage

Got the homeboy, Juice, home safe

But look’a here, we gotta make an exchange

I need a tutor for the semester

And you need afterschool protection

Get me on the Dean’s list

And I’ll show you how to Hurricane Kick

Warriors of Fate,

Different textbooks, same page

A week past, and all was cool

Until a cat moved into town named Ranzou

Chorus

Roosevelt Roosevelt

Song: Roosevelt Roosevelt

Album: Fast Times At Trillmont High

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released June 18, 2013

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/roosevelt-roosevelt

Another trip down to the principal’s office

I’ll probably see you in the next one- no problem

Just not in this building, cos’ they’re cuttin’ me out

Over the poem I dropped in English Class. No doubt

I told’em ‘bout the prison ration, graduation too,

How less than half of us are expected to complete school

The office ain’t go show the kids the article from the Tribune

So, I took it straight to the classroom

How does it feel to be expected to lose?

Oh, nobody told you? Now who’s playin’ who?

Ignorance is a bitch, but it won’t stop you from textin’ her.

Life’s a trip, we just assume that we’re gettin’ where

We need to be. Sold on a future that was never sure

Tipped your temper, now you wanna mute the messenger?

Well, go’on kid, I was never here.

I’d kick rocks before I’d let’em steer

And set the gear to the wheels on this bike.

Click “like” if you wanna, but it won’t help ya get right

Suburbanites lookin’ at the hood like it quit life,

And expulsion ain’t scarin’ no one from the fist fight.

They say knowledge is power, but so is this switchblade

My first classmate got shot when I was in fifth grade

Na, you don’t want me in the class today

I’d probably start a riot that’d be on the front page

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Chorus

Because we don’t make the news ‘til the school’s shut down

And the buildin’ goes up for lease

And we don’t make the news ‘til our classmates get shot

Somewhere between here and the street.

Now, tell me how does that feel?

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

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Somebody tell me how did it get here

To where five outta seven public high schools are  close to foldin’

Cos they can’t get their numbers up for enrollment

You tellin’ me that this building’s built for 2000 and you only got 800

You better up the stats before the student base is bouncin’ and the city pulls the plug on fundin’

Your principal wanna slow dance around it, but I’ma take it straight to the school board luncheon

Your racial disparity is nationally known

But you can’t save the building by taggin’ it with “Wellstone”,

“Title 1”, “90/90/90”

It’s other words for sayin’ “here’s the curve… we’re behind it”

It’s above my paygrade to watch my language

What’s being non-white and poor have to do with education

You gonna tell’em? Or is that why you were payin’ me?

Matter fact I’ll lay back and let the paper speak

Chorus

Now, I’ma take it back to a time of better weather

I’ma take it back to the time of LeVesseur

Matter fact, I’ll take it back to Ferlando Valentine

Scratch that, I’ma take it back to Thaddeus Fly

I was in the bleachers, coke-bottle glasses

Low fade, but still couldn’t pass with the black kids.

Basketball defined the kings of Minneapolis

Little did we know, it was all a distraction

By the time of graduation, friends got shot down

Or just dropped out,

hooked on that good-good, lost and not found

Candidates for syndication “Where Are They Now”

I’m talkin’ life after high school, life after hype. Who’s

On their way up and who’s still pickin’ fights

At the party talkin’ garbage cos they need to let their pride loose

Them glory days won’t last to suffice

Welcome to the post script, put away that notebook

I’ma put you up on game. Homie, focus

You’re in a jungle only a few make it out of

You’re from the city and for that you should be proud of.

You think I’m talkin’ nonsense and pure balderdash

But when tomorrow hits you like Sting’s Shoulder Splash

Where will your soapbox be for you to shout from

Who will you call when you can’t control the outcome

Stand bold, no matter what the hour is,

And be strong. They expect you to be powerless.

Stand bold, no matter what the hour is,

And be strong. They expect you to be powerless.

Roosevelt, Roosevelt, What, What

Roosevelt, Roosevelt, What.

Roosevelt, Roosevelt, What, What

Uh-huh, we cold as hell…

Teen Beast

Song: Teen Beast

Album: Fast Times At Trillmont High

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released June 18, 2013

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/teen-beast

These people suck and they’ll never understand me

I chose my home at a table with the band geeks

They just appreciate the fact a jock is on their side

The traffic in-between classes is becoming a full blown zoo

It’s tough enough the new kids call me “new”

Thank god they don’t know the half of the lie

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Pre-Chorus

Word got around in the hallway

You saw somethin’ last night appaulin’

Leap from the roof of the mall and

Howl at the moon like a call

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Chorus

Baby, I go beast when the sun goes down

And tear this motherfucker up into the next town

I know that you’re crushin’ on me during the day

But ya can’t take the good without the fang.

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They don’t wanna see the animal out of its cage

 I hold back in gym class for their own sake

But they still feel the need to talk shit and make jokes

I don’t start fights, baby, I finish’em whether in this life or the next one

So, grab hold of your man before I take him to the next one

He ain’t a top gun, but I’ll put him in the danger zone

Pre-Chorus

Chorus

(Keepin’ it golden baby)

Sabrewulf in the mufuckin’ house

Errbody get down

Wolverine ain’t got shit on me when I let the claws out (rawr)

Gurl, I know you want this lovin’

But you got a whole ‘nother thing comin’

Blood on my shirt? Oh, that’s nothin’.

I cut myself in workshop or somethin’.

You a tasty gurl, I like your throat-

I mean you’re smart, I like your goals.

At the free throw line, I can’t choke

But on an off night, I can go lycanthrope

You see, my daddy was American in London

And he got caught up in the wrong crowd of huntsmen

Ol’ boy got bit by his own game,

His people turned on’em said, he’d never be the same

He ran away, never again to return

Had an affair with a lady before the village could burn

Him at the stake for the faith, another crusade

To wipe my people out and justify it in the name

Oooooh, what’s this

Nine months later, I came straight out the dungeon

Recognize the fang, but don’t trip

My dear, it’s all the more to love you with

Tell your friend to bring a friend and meet us after hours

I’ll be sure to introduce you to my cousin Scott Howard

I wanna get to know you tonight, startin’ with your blood type

Chorus

Risperdal In Reverse

Song: Risperdal In Reverse

Album: Fast Times At Trillmont High

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released June 18, 2013

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/risperdal-in-reverse

Explosions inside of my head

Are causin’ me to blink everytime you’re near

I hope that doesn’t sound too weird

I’m not too good at talkin’

Y’know what?

Well, never mind

I was gonna tell you.

Well, anyways, just thought that you should know that

My diagnosis is three long words

I don’t care to share or refer

The drugs they put me on make for worse

But girl, you’re like Risperdal in reverse

I’m goin’ up, I’m goin’ down

The chemicals, they never balance out

The freak your friends think I’ll always be

And the normalcy within my reach

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Chorus

By the end of graduation,

My counselor says I’m on my own

The memories will die with reputation

In September, meet me in Madison

Escape from (Escape from)- Escape from (Escape from)-

Trillmont

We’ll get it on (We’ll get it on)- We’ll get it on (We’ll get it on)-

Wisconsin

I know you’re not like the rest of the, who only speak from fear.

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Condescension- you speak it like a prayer

But how’s that self-esteem always under-repair

You’re no different from me, I’m that sure.

Different meds, but we see the same counselor

Your mans and them hear my name and play the fence

Cos I’m a bad motherfucker and a dangerous kid

The latter’s only true if they question the first

They don’t see me like you do. Gurl, listen here.

Chorus

I know you’re not like the rest of the, who only speak from fear.

And I won’t settle for “see you sometime in the next year”.

I know you’re not like the rest of the, who only speak from fear.

And I won’t settle for “see you sometime in the next year”.

Chorus

Alternative Cool

Song: Alternative Cool

Album: Fast Times At Trillmont High

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released June 18, 2013

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/alternative-cool

I can feel it beatin’ through the buttons on my t-shirt

Words are whilrin’ in my head, I try to catch’em but I’m beleaguered

By the laughter in the classroom, man the circles getting’ tighter

And they’re cheerin’ me to swing at’em, but I told’em I don’t fight

Because the last time, I got caught up in this mess,

I put a teacher on his back and got kicked outta prep

Good kid, mad school, underfunded public-everything

They put me in a room with my class already ahead of me

Student-teacher conflict to parent-teacher conference

I chalk it up to being from different sides of a long fence

And I only give’em the benefit of the doubt

Because they’re underpaid and their union-leaders are sellin’ out

Now this kid is testin’ me like an SAT

And if I don’t swing upon him, they’re goes street credibility

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Chorus

Watch me get free

On a one-way ticket to alternative school

Fuck the faculty

Still sweatin’ my style, cos I’m alternative cool

Detention can’t hold me

It was never a wonder why,

When the school’s built to benefit a certain demographic… without the wings, I fly.

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The popular’s been popular since Zak was slammin’ lockers

The scholars are studying and fightin’ for top of the honors

The gossip is spinnin’ gossamers, the prom is always ominous

Everyone has a place and every event has a promise

Where am I? Sittin’ in the counselor’s office

Talkin’ about 2^nd chances, resolutions and problems

They wanna fix me, diagnose the history

Propagate not fittin’ in the program is a mystery

People like to use the word “alternative” a lot nowadays

Makes’em feel like they invented what it is and what it ain’t

On a pedestal to say what I can and what I can’t

Do within the walls of this school that I’m forced to walk through everyday

I didn’t ask for this, the prescription to the meds

The Emotional Behaviour Disorder you wanna fence

You want a better attitude of student? Pay your teacher’s more,

Or what the hell you teaching for?

Chorus

Don’t need to be an adult to understand what’s non right.

Cos most the kids getting’ held back are not white.

If I was givin’ you the grade, you’d a failed thrice

I learn less in school than I do outside.

My teacher’s cool, but the system is failing

The gap between the resource room and AP

I’m more than my test score, but it counts none

When they got you climbin’ up their mountain

Chorus

Daggers At Dawn

Song: Daggers At Dawn

Album: Fast Times At Trillmont High

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released June 18, 2013

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/daggers-at-dawn

Chorus

There’s no sleep when the moon comes round

There’s no sleep when the moon comes round

I’ll make amends with the day when I rest

In the grave, but until then

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Honey wake on up, we slept through the alarm again

I need you to get up, I’ma take’em to Kindegarten

It’s a quarter past “Jesus Christ I can’t believe I’m late”

So, get a move on into work, I’ll take the kids. 1, 2, break!

She’s my early mornin’ savior,

Bar-close confessional, the air guitar to my Slayer

Don’t give me 9 to 5 jive, I throw bows 9 to close

See me in the evening slangin’ potion at the Ivanhoe.

You got blues, well I can change your color.

Don’t get confused, yellow’s half of my lover.

I dedicated a vehicle to her cause,

So when you see that Brew Cruizer on Junction, you know it’s on.

Fam first, although you might think I’m heartless,

Lay a finger on my team and I will strike the hardest

Until the shoulder to my arm gives.

If I’m swingin’, understand I follow through like the IRS

Chorus

I got Racine behind me like I’m headed to Chicago

Swag on tap, yes indeed it’ll cost ya

I consult myself cos’ I am the head honcho

Cooler than Keith while you’re snappin’ like a long bow

Cos’ there’s no need to get emotions involved

If I’m makin’ a decision, then I go with the gut

They call me Tin Man, just because I might seem withdrawn

I call it bein’ a man, no ifs, ands or whats.

I paid my dues, now I’m payin’ loans

Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you and get off the phone

Don’t talk about it, B-Thom about it

And tell your friends to pay their tab before they bounce up out here.

I’m serious, man. I’m a serious man.

Don’t believe me? You can talk to DJ or Chris and ask.

Young fatherhood-hustlin’ from the mornin’ to the afterhours…

And it don’t quit.

Chorus

Now while you gettin’ mad, I’m gettin’ rad.

Awesome sauce on my sandwich, it’s in the bag

Now while you gettin’ mad, I’m gettin’ rad

Bacon Thursday’s- what you know about that?

Now while you gettin’ mad, I’m gettin’ rad.

While you were talkin’ all that mess, the beer’s gettin’ flat

Now while you gettin’ mad, I’m gettin’ rad.

Everybody, drinks up, now put’em back.

Chorus

Welcome To MKE

Song: Welcome To MKE

Album: Fast Times At Trillmont High

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released June 18, 2013

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/welcome-to-mke

Last name “To Death”. First name “Fresh”.

Coastin’ down Brady with that man Jon Resch

Got them big spokes spinnin’ on that black gearless,

But don’t ask me where the brakes, homie. The gear’s fixed.

Flagrant, Riverwest affiliated.

If she ain’t got a sleeve, then I can’t date her.

In the land’a tattoos and bad news, I keep skatin’

On these pilgrims tryin’ to pace with the Weekend Natives.

The streets get faded when the sky runs dark

Colors run bright and stars shine from afar

Heard Cut Up was playin’ somewhere at some bar,

But Jimmy Cababa was spinnin’ right next door.

We go Up & Under, never run par

Victory or plunder, the city’s still ours

And you ain’t takin’ over ‘less your name is Bizzon

Ladies, go home or come hard.

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Chorus

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome,

To the dreamer’s dream

Welcome Welcome. Welcome,

To the place to be.

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome,

To the MKE.

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome,

To the party.

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Westside keep slangin’ rocks on rocks on rocks.

Me and Yury keep goin’ shots on shots on shots.

Tell your girls 2 minutes, meet us in the front.

It’s the pre-party, already neighbors called the cops

We gotta skate, one more noise complaint

And this city’s gonna have me hangin’ debit in the bank

This town’s number in the country for segregation.

Cops roll by and I can taste it.

Where dress code’s just another filter for skin tone

Inner-city kids go to Mequon to enroll

Net gross, ebb & flow, gentrified to the soul

Diversity gets sold, black gets the back door

Brown, white and latino color code at the club

I’m just tryin’ to hit the Red Room, Double Drop dubstep

We give negative fucks for your door charge

Tyrone’s spinnin’ at MOCT. Let’s go y’all.

Chorus

Now, Mr. Monahan booked the show just to bartend it

Got the whole Radio Milwaukee on the guest list

Taarik droppin’ beats with the Fresh Cut Collective

I don’t know what I’ll remember tomorrow, take a pic and text it

Get jealous, just because you ain’t here

The night ain’t even started and we’re on our 8^th beer

I can’t keep up, I haven’t hit the stage yet

Tell Wiley to keep spinnin’, this might take a sec

I haven’t seen a scene go beast and this crazed

Since I was in Racine with Brandon at the Old School Way

It’s already too late, cast call, I can’t cower

I gotta let the colors shine. Ricky Fowler.

Hands down, blue ribbons up.

Amerikas addicted, get pissed or get love.

It’s the takeover, and we takin’ back ours.

Beast mode or get gone.

Chorus