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Brick Body Kids Still Daydream

by Open Mike Eagle

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With the first song of his 2014 masterpiece, Dark Comedy, Open Mike Eagle reintroduced himself by defining his style: “I’m bad at sarcasm so I work in absurdity.” On that album, Mike deconstructed our overstimulated and over-surveilled society with ease and caustic wit. But what do you do when the world warps and bends into a shape so absurd that it can no longer be exaggerated?

Brick Body Kids Still Daydream is a searingly political record for systolic political times. It chronicles the life cycle of the Robert Taylor Homes, a housing project on the South side of Chicago that was demolished completely ten years ago. Families that had lived under the same roof for three generations were forced to scatter, condemned by bureaucrats and faceless cranes and public indifference. Mike Eagle brings the Robert Taylor Homes back to life--literally, with arms and eyes and a head like the dome of a stadium--and fights until the last brick is made to crumble.

As always, Mike slips in and out of various grey areas; on the opener “legendary iron hood,” he raps, “you think it's all good, but it's really a gradient.” The nostalgia (“95 radios”) is a little bit painful, the triumph (“hymnal”) comes through painstaking, incremental work. Everything needs to be earned, even the radio signals that are picked up through tinfoil wrapped on children's hands.

The thesis becomes fully formed on “brick body complex,” where the hook is a towering statement of identity: “Don't call me ‘nigga,’ or ‘rapper,’ my motherfucking name is Michael Eagle.” But this is not a departure from the man-as-building conceit--the flesh and blood and brick and mortar are inextricable.

In case there was any ambiguity about the political and cultural forces that lead to the Robert Taylor Homes’ eventual destruction, Brick Body Kids Still Daydream ends with perhaps the most powerful song of Mike Eagle’s catalog to date. “my auntie’s building” is a tour de force. “They say America fights fair,” he raps. “But they won't demolish your timeshare.” This is the point: the decay and eventual destruction of public housing--and of the physical lives of Black Americans generally--has been normalized in a way that should be grotesquely absurd. “They blew up my auntie’s building / Put out her great-grandchildren / Who else in America deserves to have that feeling? / Where else in America will they blow up your village?”

Production comes courtesy of Exile, Toy Light, Andrew Broder, Illingsworth, DJ Nobody, Kenny Segal, Caleb Stone, Lo-Phi, Elos, and Has-Lo, who produces and guests on “95 radios.” “hymnal” also features a superb turn from Sammus, who maintains the same rhyme scheme throughout her defiant verse.

As grave as the album’s stakes are, it's still anchored by Mike Eagle’s irrepressible sense of humor. (His live comedy show, The New Negroes, is upcoming via Comedy Central.) “no selling” is a hilarious take on practiced indifference, and “TLDR” bridges the economic gap with withering wit: “If you was rich and ‘bout to be broke, I can coach you / ‘Cause I can show you how to kill a roach with a boat shoe.”

Eagle has earned rave reviews in Pitchfork, the LA Weekly, and wherever brilliant, avant-garde rap is appreciated. Brick Body Kids Still Daydream is his most overtly political work to date, and puts to use all the dazzling technical skills he's perfected over more than a decade at the forefront of rap’s underground. In chaotic and increasingly fractured times, it has a few crucial things to bring to your attention.


released September 15, 2017

01 “Legendary Iron Hood”
Written by Open Mike Eagle
Produced by: Exile
Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev

02 “(How Could Anybody) Feel At Home”
Written by Open Mike Eagle
Produced by: DJ Nobody
Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev

03 “Hymnal Featuring Sammus”
Written by Open Mike Eagle
Produced by: Andrew Broder
Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev

04 “No Selling (Uncle Butch Pretending It Don't Hurt)”
Written by Open Mike Eagle
Produced by: Kenny Segal
Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev

05 “Happy Wasteland Day”
Written by Open Mike Eagle
Produced by: Exile
Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev

06 “Daydreaming In The Projects”
Written by Open Mike Eagle
Produced by: Illingsworth
Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev

07 “Brick Body Complex”
Written by Open Mike Eagle
Produced by: Caleb Stone
Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev

08 “TLDR (Smithing)”
Written by Open Mike Eagle
Produced by: Illingsworth
Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev

09 “Breezeway Ritual”
Written by Open Mike Eagle
Produced by: Lo-Phi
Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev

10 “Wedding Ghosts”
Written by Open Mike Eagle
Produced by: Elos
Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev

11 “95 Radios (feat. Has-Lo)”
Written by Open Mike Eagle
Produced by: Has-Lo
Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev

12 “My Auntie's Building”
Written by Open Mike Eagle
Produced by: Toylight
Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev

Additional Production By Jodan Katz
Guitar by Dan Miller

Artwork by McKay Felt
All Songs Mixed and Mastered by Daddy Kev
Open Mike Eagle is Published by Wichita Songs/Domino Music Publishing

Executive Produced by Michael Tolle, Michael Eagle, Mark Bowen
Mello Music Group Copyright 2017


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Track Name: Legendary Iron Hood
black tom got style, eric can pull shit
gotta brother named charles that be on that bullshit
i protect my neck with some magical jewels and
none of yall can take em from me

in cortez cause i feel like fabian
my fit got a head like the dome of a stadium
yall think its all good but its a really a gradient
bag of now and laters and a clilly canadian

dont turn away from me, look in my eyeholes
my brother got heart but he running with psychos
he got a whole gang with him hella disciples
they always tryna fight tho but i stay cool
i cant lose no argument i got my jewels
i keep my head down pushing like im walking to school
i hold em tight like infinity gems
police men looking at me like im finna be him

my daddy is a hard man, my mother’s a ghost
i keep my head covered or my brother will roast
yall fucking with my head, thoughts tougher than jokes
i ran hard, my footprints covered the coast
i be running through walls cause im buffer than most
a nightcrawler tried to creep i smell suckers approach
he see im all charged he get what he provokes
the homie tom got powers so im tugging his cloak

im big as hell i cant fit in my fit
my sleeves ripped
im a king so my rings is legit
i bring shit to your front door
ringing your bell
my eyes glow in my hood
like a demon from hell
my old self locked away
no key to the cell
they shooting spells to my head its
up to me to repel

aint nothing gonna stop me now

my big dumb brain’s an electrical ocean
started walking now my legs in perpetual motion
cant stop cant stop man im not just boasting
i had to, cause home’s overrun by roaches
i got swole cause i wanted revenge
my brother charles got hurt when were playing pretend
started walking right then, just me and the wind
that asshole better hope i never see him again
Track Name: (How Could Anybody) Feel At Home
we was walking away
repeated all we can say
depart with a hug
and its a public display
like a dozen a day
at it we plugging away
at it im running away
cause o’doyle’s is closed
and it never was closed
so im never exposed
when im hella morose
and im telling em nobody
my skeleton shows
with its elephant nose
and its pelican bones
watch how i carry it home

cause the story it goes
there’s a spork in the road
we got to the bar but then o’doyle’s was closed
and it never was closed
even whenever it snowed
every night it was there
either there or a show
every answer is there
every question is no
never questioned before
so we guessing its home

everybody’s secrets inspire all of my scenes
i fly in all of my fantasies and i die in all of my dreams
my superpower’s i maintain
i take control of my scene
yall should see what i cant say
i cant say all i done seen

i done told
some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
i run around in circles on the globe
so who the hell could ever feel at home

we live in a space that should have never existed
we’re used to the taste of a human in space
we ruined the room only a few could replace it
and doyle’s was closed
im avoiding my nose
it smells like you should imagine you boiled a rose
and the oven is on and the coil’s exposed
and we pulling the door
like we did it before
and now we’re trying to deal with heat that we shouldnt absorb
Track Name: Hymnal (feat. Sammus)
to thine own self be felt tip
hip as a belt clip
with a helmet fit for helpless feels if you can help it
reassess the unarmed
leave refreshed and unharmed
bring milk and honey to the funny farm
see the rest become charmed dumb
an apple a day what apple sellers say
i was brought into this world with the instinct to back the hell away
and the will to write a rap song as long as an alaskan day
the fight to balance those two feels is a personal passion play
but so what
flying fucks is thrown at rolling donuts
my feet is cold but so what cause im bold enough to show up ha
whats the hold upside down ketchup bottle speed
uncoordinated running with pigeon toes and nobby knees
god dammit folks will follow me
bucket of random body parts
master of the sloppy arts like kindergartners trying to be done
big dumb dummy trying to fly to the sun
im dried out but look what i have become

sing it like a church song
like an old time prayer from a dead man written on a notebook
draw it with an ink pen
like it doesnt even matter if it go goddammit its the first time
make it like a mistake
sing it like a church song
written when the shit wasnt going right
sing it like it dont hurt
like it cant break
like its this big

i aint no chili pepper
i aint got mama’s gun
i aint in evanescence
i aint in all for one
i got a dumb agenda
cant even make a plan
if you remember the moment come here and shake my hand

I'd rather be hiding alone like some ewoks
Up in treetops
Creeping around like I'm T-Boz
Steeping the grounds in my teapots
But I'm Steve Jobs
On my Apple updating my e-shops
Eat an apple a day, take a brief pause
Take a nap lie awake in between sobs
Then I rap and I pray and the grief stops
My ego take cheap shots
Can't believe how she speak to me 
She talks like it's neat pushing buttons like key fobs
Well good day bish I'm writing, this beat knocks
Trying to pen classics like Reeboks
Or Greek thoughts or a Fleet Fox
And teach a good message like Aesop's
That stick to my skin just like grease spots

To forget all the things that my dreams cost
Yeah I'm getting my kicks fuck some clean socks
Ice cold -- we living like freeze-pops
Cuz I'm gonna take licks while I defrost
Divest from your demons and weak stocks
And invest in your team 'til your scene hops
It might mean wearing jeans 'til the seam pops
But don't wait like Dre did with Detox
No hate -- hinder me, I will clean clocks
Like today I can't play I don't give fucks
I won't change what I say take your screenshots
Yeah I'm just being me, that's what she wants
And this might seem weird cuz a dream stops
when you wake up, but for the sake of finding peace
No sleep on your dream job
Now please go be who you dream of
Track Name: No Selling (Uncle Butch Pretending It Don't Hurt)
i need to keep a facade i gotta play it cool
like when you with a girl and she away at school
gonna get a leather shirt
my stomach never hurts
stone face, strong jaw shown to my competitors
i tear my ACL and wouldnt even limp
keep my head up high so i can read the blimps
dont even scream if something hot burns my fingertips
i just wait a couple seconds then i reattempt
i had a weird childhood my shit was wild hood
crying aint my style cause i can smile good
i dont take shit personal i dont get jealous
you can leave my name off you can misspell it
i aint with yelling
i aint even mad
i aint screaming catching feelings or breathing bad
my favorite phrase is so what
im stone cut and bad to the bone
no need to blow up
calm before the storm or something
i aint cried since 94 or something

my legs tired cause i be running thangs
that shit is exhausting im in a ton of paiiiin
but im no selling

trying to write fire
pen full of flame
that shit burned my hand
im in a ton of paiiin
but im no selling

i wont sweat it it happens to brothers every year
i hit my thumb with a hammer and wouldnt shed a tear
still waters im running real deep
airplane hits turbulence shit im still sleep
i hit my knee on a bed corner and run a sprint
i cried once but havent for every summer since
for those of you thats doubting i take it that far
i had an asthma attack during the last bar

if you aint coming then send a note
that shit gets to me i pretend it dont
i gotta keep a facade i gotta play it cool
like when you’re with a girl and she away at school
gonna get a leather shirt
my stomach never hurts
stone face, strong jaw shown to my competitors
it aint me in that spot
well shit it couldve been
the homie got that shit well fucking good for him
Track Name: Happy Wasteland Day
this is normal now
it normal its normal its normal now

everybody get involved its holiday in the wasteland
quit tripping yall its holiday in the wasteland

when the king is a garbage person
i might wanna lay down and die
power down all the darkest urges
keep my personal crown up high
im the king of my lonely island
home is high they cant reach my house
i put out all the garbage fires
squeeze the cider right in my mouth
everything is not ordinary
things begin and then have to die
everythings thats been dead and buried
aint supposed to come back alive
now we all in a zombie movie
only weapon is common sense
zombie sheriffs is tryna to lynch us
guess i’ll call up my congressmen
pick a day for a celebration
make a circle on halloween
party under your pile of garbage
cant see out then just follow me
when the king is a garbage person
i might wanna lay down and die
power down all the darkest urges
keep my personal crown up high

can the people get one day without violence
can we one day without fear
can we get one day they dont try us?
just like one day the whole year

everybody get involved its holiday in the wasteland
quit tripping yall its holiday in the wasteland

this is normal now
it normal its normal its normal now

i was protesting i lost my sign
standing up cause they crossed my line
gathered folks and they caught my vibe
wasnt for yall i woulda lost my mind
long season i need this night
fuel’s low so we reignite
power’s out so we read by light
no cops allowed they cant read my rights
power’s out no electro now
synthesizers all retro sound
first directive protect your town
tell garbage king we dont respect your crown
generator we back online
dont bullshit we dont have no time
storm the castle that flag dont fly
say fuck the king til that asshole dies
fuck the king no command no chief
since man was crowned we aint had no sleep
dare the man to put hands on me
or sovereign land that i stand on, b
i was protesting i lost my sign
standing up cause they crossed my line
gathered folks and they caught my vibe
wasnt for yall i woulda lost my mind

can the people get one day without violence
can we one day without fear
can we get one day they dont try us?
just like one day the whole year

i remember people
i’d like to get to know em
its kinda like my brain is closed
but my heart is open
maybe my heart is broken
a comet slammed into the planet
and it parted oceans
i even started smoking
then i quit the smoking
i still dream of deep breathing and my lips is open
im coming into focus
i used to practice trying to talk like i was mr. bogus
i bet a lot of lonely people think of kissing posters
Track Name: Daydreaming In The Projects
so dont be mad at me
i used to breathe asthmatically
no strategy for whenever brain
gets going counting the stars through the growing pains
foot the bill take a sugar pill
over the counter drugs the ones niggas couldnt feel
like the wooden wheel
ben switched the island with
long hair
head high like a lion sit
yeah im trying to get it
but where did it go
its under 10 inches of the lake effect snow
but imma do whatever it takes so lets go
lets go to the projects lets go to the moon
shout to aes rock for calling out my spoons
shout to hip hoppers i met in high school
yall saved my life thursday after

this goes out to the ghetto children
solving problems
in the projects around the world
ghetto children fighting dragons
in the projects around the world

dont overlook it tho
you gotta know what you shouldnt know
yeah im good to gone head scrutinize
put your gloves on and dig for a new surprise
it might be supersized use all your muscles
get in front of the groove just like a hustle improve
fight or scuffle stay sharp for the moment
i rhyme for the survival so the art is a bonus
i was sparked into motion back when carson was hosting
everything is better when you dont know nothing
im grown so im always disgusted
all these discussions online is mayonnaise vs mustard
mayonnaise people think french cant be trusted
mustard people think eggs is all busted
but fuck it
we in it for the pattern interruptions

ghetto children hacking networks
in the projects around the world
this goes out to the ghetto children
splicing cables
in the projects around the world

dont be mad at me
i overthink things radically
king tragedy
prince everlong
never shake up my 8ball cause its never wrong
i sing whatever song i damn well please
vintage 5deez or tempted by squeeze
my dispensary’s closed and i meant to buy weed
im salty at the airport in security
tragic is the story of the cookie face king
long black coat on the roof like sting
pointing bats at my enemies let it be known
pull up at the show hitting every orange cone
i park where i want but i cry if im towed
i dont really know where its right to buy clothes
unregulated labor made all that i own
can i make an impact if i strike the right tone
and keep saying words into microphones
it goes

this goes out to the ghetto children
making code words
in the projects around the world
Track Name: Brick Body Complex
dont call me nigger or rapper
my motherfucking name is michael eagle

im sovereign im from a line of
ghetto superheroes

i holler
i got something to bring to your attention

i promise you
i will never fit in your descriptions
im giant
dont let nobody tell you nothing different
they lying
a giant and my body is a building

no services underground
no sound when im
calling home
city broken my brothers down
now im standing here all alone
sun weathered my monochrome
my hollow bones
david bowie told me im not alone
im overgrown with these model homes
still here if its hot or cold
still here if my body move
still standing on cottage grove
still do what i gotta do
stone tablet on stone tablet
im old granite
im not a tomb
yall can move this whole planet
i’ll hold fast and i’ll follow through
i promise you.

they took us to shelters, basements, hallways
early morning sundays, midnight all day
do what the adults say, dont engage in horseplay
people speak in tongues

my other name is 3925
make sure that my story’s told
16 or so stories high
constructed 55 years ago
winter weather yeah here we go
chi town in building code
stood here for 10 million snows
windchill is all in my bones
indivisibile in divisible kids and criminals young and old
no radiator my dungeon cold
thunder humming you something slow
20 down and just one to go
city say they gonna knock me down
still wearing my iron hood
told yall you wont stop me now

they took us to shelters, basements, hallways
early morning sundays, midnight all day
do what the adults say, dont engage in horseplay
people speak in tongues

momma’s in the basement, smoking something
we grew up in hazes, projects, dungeons
graduation luncheons, try to make us something
see what we’d become
Track Name: TLDR (Smithing)
only your
corrollaries know yall
unique snowflakes in
ordinary snowballs

you can find me in the place sippin whats to sip
tween shrooms and touring im sure to take a bunch of trips
fuck that one guy who’s screen name was thuderlips
pelt him with a bag full of mequite flavored kruncher chips

bout to raise my vibration up
see me, say hi, wave try to say whats up
its all good in the hood, i think
i listened to the kinks
and my fridge dont stink

so today’s a pretty good day
doing what im supposed to do and saying what i should say
hooray, im not doing bad like i could bay
or regretting that i didnt grow my hair like toure’s?

i wanna show up in the
search results
service volkwagens
then cake up and purchase coats
them little thin ones is worthless folks
sad we never got to see the tweets
mr. perfect posts

its all white meat and baby fat
been woke so long i might need to take a nap
and im likely afraid of that
imma swipe me a high speed data map
or might be high speed beta max
cassette tape
show me your best resting death face
show me anything except for whoever makes the best vapes

cant even pretend to give a freak
submit this whole verse as an op ed to business week

i wrote a letter to the editor
i dont know if death certificate’s better than the predator
veteran cheddar getters know to do it togetherer
and thats way they make stuff foreverer and foreverer
everybody mama know the song
still wont let a brother dip a toe in lake woebegone

stuck in a traffic jam?
add me on snapstagram

if you was rich and about to be broke i can coach you
i can show you how to kill a roach with a boat shoe

might have to sell the dining room table tho
pay to go ham on some second-hand baby clothes
cut the cable bro
gamble on wireless
my sister sells jailbroken amazon firesticks

need somewhere to bark start with local governments
spar with republicans
the stars wont be punishing you, fool
your phone’s the new ark of the covenant
god spoke to you in a bar called mulligans

if there was justice all men would have to die
tweet at the void and heart the at replies

dont cry if you cant find me
i built a time machine to go hide in the 90s
no friends i only want giants beside me
to get close you gotta be the the size of a pine tree

my supervillain name would be ultra hater
i’d act hella cool then insult you later

here’s something you should know from the ground floor
as far as rappers none us as cool as we sound, bro
dog im fatigued
the world’s moving all different speeds
this song’s too long didnt read
Track Name: Breezeway Ritual
ghetto in the way i drank
uncle uncle my ship sank

ghetto in the way i think
hide my troubles my shit dont stink

ghetto in the way i move
watch me groove sing this blues

little bit of ghetto in the way i talk

my aunties still give the god the glory
shot by the book depository
never heard one of grandfather’s story
permanent sadness constant mourning

22 grandkids one apartment
turn the stove on cause we done with darkness
social workers dont want sons with fathers
when they visit people bite they tongue the hardest

magnet programs baccalaureate
illinois texas californian
half a hand drum half accordian
eagle phoenix dragon scorpion

native american merovingian
made of black bones and rare obsidian

10 feet tall not scared of anymen

might blow up but will not go flat
they do not know jack
they try to ask the kettle why the pot so black
maybe little in the middle but i got yo back

secret buried in america
wrote it all down just to tear it up
what if there’s a god but its scared of us
what if there’s a god but its scared of us

so they pairing up
they just sit there and stare at us
what if there’s a god but they scared of us
what if there’s a god but they scared of us

my mama’s nose
my daddy’s eyes
accent that i
dont recognize
im extra fly
im extra big
i did everything
i musta did
im just a kid
im hella old
i collect my blood in a jello mold
forever fold
to the nth dimension
too cool
too cool
in school suspension
im late for work
cause i stayed awake
didnt go to church
but they made a plate
dont say a word
when they debate
whether god exists
whether masons pray to an obelisk
cause i got the gist
the unlocked abyss
where the knowledge is
i seen the angles
they compliment
subatomic particles do not commit
Track Name: Wedding Ghosts
you didnt invite me to your funeral
dont invite me to your wedding
you didnt invite me to your funeral
so im gonna be on time

no backflips and no somersaults
and im gonna toss
every invite that i come across
imma fight this shit like an underboss

some guilt there but it wont grow
heart broken? i dont know
you can ask me if im gone go but
i recommend that you dont tho

i dont care who’s gone be there. save that for a single man
imma sit here in my studio, elbow deep in a pringles can

instincts say RUN run from you
my brain so COMbustible
i dont even know ONE huxtable
i’d be so UNcomfortable

im not gone front front for you
no subterfuge
why i cant play bum bumbershoot
and im tryna write a dumb something new

this must be some kinda joke
saw that big dumb envelope
might have looked like maybe i was down
i had my foot on the ropes

when you brought it up i was blinking then
you thought i was down think again

got a limited time on earth
so what a side show worth
i’ll watch your slide show first
yeah im bogus im joe dirt

after all
lets play some tag or basketball
if its collared shirts and slacks involved
keep the dress code thats for yall

you aint come to mine
aint know you then
aint known you long
aint no new friends
yeah we all get it you go with him
you go with her
lets smoke some herb
lets order chicken and baked potatoes
smoke the weed
or play some halo
please oh please dont make me fake bro
i say all this cause i hate to say no
Track Name: 95 Radios (feat. Has-Lo)
and we drove all through the neighborhood, sitting in the car all day
trying to find a radio

wrapped both hands in tin foil, and pointed at the window frame
trying to find a radio

all up in my grandma’s basement sliding all the closet door
trying to find a radip

the homies said they heard a rap song, sounded like some folks they know
but we couldnt find a radio

Hard to express when the world is listenin'. Hard when you're sure that the world is not. In between PM Dawn and Sun Ra. Wearin' the suit like my school mascot. The Edison owl, not a head in the crowd, can match my technique and impeccable style...
Says a young Hasan. In the mirror while Tip's sayin' "rock, rock on."- wit' my guy Stefan. Who despite the specs. Saw himself doin' things he would live to regret. Anyway...recitin' off top the memory. Burnt a lil jay up, my laugh was Gimli...regardin' the guns I coulda shot...I more dug might blow up but won't pop. Jigsawed blocks and hopped the row home...steps on the Ave where I played and roamed-
the old me
would drink a forty and eat baloney
on nba live i’d play with kobe
the ogs
i miss my old hood i miss my homies
its lonely
the radio hosts its like they know me
the ocean
i picked a sea shell
i saw it floating
was hoping to hear the airwaves
i think its broken

i can still play it if the tape resurfaces
kept an old boom box for just these purposes
heard a mix show had mine on it recently
people had a hard time finding the frequency
its a piece of me sholl feels personal
circled on all sides by used car commercials
its worth it tho whole block listening
cept the kids they so not interested
implement new cointelpros
hooks fit loops copyrighted by velcro
whole sound changed dont nobody wanna sell those
call the intercom yall this as the bell code
Track Name: My Auntie's Building
blew up my auntie’s building
put out her great grandchildren
who else in america
deserves to have that feeling
where else in america
do they blow up yo village
dont knock me down
dont knock me down
i beg you im just chilling
i’ll fight you all im willing
just show me who’s that villain
i dont see one
i cant find nobody
chicago or benghazi
a high rise without no lobby
run up stairwells like rocky
cause these elevators so sloppy
stop me now if im lyin
but i dont need your buy in
cause i heard a hundred sirens
my attention’s undivided
i was in there, she lived there
she raised a few of her kids there
no lobby
no swimming pool
no need in buying no swimwear
got memories from in high chairs
i stayed quiet like ice bear
they say america fights fair
but they wont demolish your timeshare
blew up my auntie’s building
put out her great grandchildren
that building cost 10 million
now an empty lot not filled in
it was people there and kids there
and drug dealers and church folk
hit that shit with a wrecking ball so hard
thought the whole earth broke
all them people dispersed tho
federal to commercial
state demolished my circle
i guess everywhere is my turf tho

thats the sound of them tearing my body down

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