Hangin' on the Fold

A Tribe Called Quest - The Infamous Date Rape

Walking in the room, hand in hand
With a boy pretending to be a man
Forget it, girl - story's been told
A thousand shirts hangin' on the fold

Telling people she thought she'd trust
Blessed to believe it wasn't her lust
Lost in knowing what's certain
Man couldn't stand what was lurking
Using his strength to get it working
Forget it, girl - story's been told
A thousand shirts hangin' on the fold

All she wishes is to share
For only pain can stain those who care
Story's been told, falls on deaf ears
"Why when I speak, can't they hear?"
A Tribe Called Quest left it on tape
No one's left right in the infamous date rape
Forget it, girl - story's been told
A thousand shirts hangin' on the fold

All know who's right and who's wrong
'Cept for those scarred in something lifelong

Boys & Men

Rest in peace and spread your wings
A boy grows to be a man today
Puts his toys away, stares far off
At the city that'll soon bow before him

When he was 10, his mother told him
"Son, grow up, be strong...
Be strong like your father
But never become him
He's a good man and loves us like men should
But you won't be the man
The man you want to be
Until you learn from your father's mistakes
Of a man who could never spread his wings"

J Dilla, You the Man

Inspiration - J Dilla's 'Think Twice'

Baby, we oughta think it twice
'Less you wanna start something tonight
I confess I feel it in me and it's tight
But we just got into something nice
No need for fools to rush in tonight
If it's the start of something right
Something right, something right

But baby, maybe we oughta think it twice
Try a little bit of this
Taste a little bit of that
Don't double dip and take it back
We're too tired of goin' through that trash
Don't wanna find you through the smoke and masks
Only to end up where I'm at

We think too much bout all of them
Saying what and who it came from
Forgetting that when we go home tonight
That only two will know what's right
So baby, that's why we oughta think it twice
Before we start this something nice

A Work in Progress

Am I just an asychronicity
To believe that this city
Would be a beneficiary
If even if you had less
That you can still give more?

When priorities lie in the ephemeral
You lose all that's spiritual
You lose yourself
And not in the '8 Mile' way
Cause there ain't no moment, no music
When there ain't no music to face

Something More

I don't know, man
Sometimes I forget
Forget that this world is more than me
That there's me and there's you and there's friends
That there's family
Cause I always think
Think that you, my friends, and my family
That you're not a part of me
It's so easy to lose it all
And when that happens, all that's left


All that's left..

All that's left...

...is Me.


So you see I get lost in Me.
My head gets ingested, grows infested
Grows grotesque
Grows bigger
But there's less, only more mess
No time for others, no time for love,
No time for me.

Now I know it's contradictory
When I say there's no time
Time for me.
Listen
I'm saying I'm not taking time
For me.
Time to see the good, accept the bad
To love me.

Cause when I do
I'll make the time for friends and family
For you.
When the confusion subsides and rides
Off towards the sunset
And this infestation manifests
Into...something more
Something more...like me.
Something less...like Me.

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