Produced, written, and mixed by myself here at home. Heart & Soul. Part of the "Ode To Home" Series over on the Tube.
lyrics
I hear the choir sing of virtue! while the man is stealing from the folk plate, in front of my face... smiling. I can't believe that they still buying that shit. damn shame. the Christ inside is dead, or dying
March... March... home to the cross. to the stars and who we are! where we come from...
March... March...
On the wave, spinning on a wave, spinning on the wave... good bye ... to winter's lie!
Rise and March.
I saw the news about a bomb exploding in a place, supposed to be "safe". On a holiday, got damn! I can't believe that people doing that shit. shame shame. the Christ inside is dead, or dying
March... March... home to the cross. to the stars and who we are! where we come from...
March... March... On the wave, spinning on a wave, spinning on the wave... good bye ... to winter's lie!
Rise and March! climbing under Aries... heat it up before the Taurus fly. 8 seconds til' infinity. Follow the stars, scripture, and the human mind imagination get the best of us... Enemy' and inmate of the system. with no where to run. Chain gang in a single file, feeling festivus. so let the festivities proceed... drink up. Sit down. Take another cup! What more you need? Front row's yours on a wide screen.! Turn a blind eye much as you like but you can't deny the sound... Vibration... ratio between constellations... come back around...
March... March...
Hang in there! we almost there! if ever a "there" was... Here and Now is all i got! Should tomorrow come... I pray time ain't forgot! I'd rather die and be re-born remembering. Hold on to every little lesson learned, along the way in hope of becoming a better man, than I've been. Branded and lettered him B. C. D. Felonies... failure to succeed in this world. After being reduced. You'd think they'd cut me some slack. but pistols and work? I went the hard way! Took my ass whooping cuffed, pepper spray to the face twice 'for i eased up. Doe get buck! but i get my own cage. Give a fuck! I aint the type to play with ya, or them... I don't like to waste time, or detour off the trip. All that barking n bitchin, no bite... chasing your tail, running' circles... Aint right. On the chain, or the tree... free to shit where you sleep and complain about the stink. Not moving to far! I'm straight to it... Up and Up, we leave below behind at light speed!
Rapper Tyree Izaiah journeys through subterranean musical landscapes on his latest, claustrophobic production complementing his grim bars. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 12, 2023