Young Moe

[trap.]

aint tryina wait until They let us in



welcome back to the 5th
a new way in the mold school
its day 2, de ja vu, de la 2,
with the slick minded, sick rhimin
peice of shit simon
grinnin when im winnin
but still cool with when im losin
cuz with each loss comes an option for growth
rockin the boat on the mainstream
float with popular quotes
ive settled in,
took my own mental jetison
cuz we aint tryina wait until They let us in.
and my head is pin-
point sharp - used to abuse excederin,
now my spirit is my medicine.
so i run with the bulls
its the funk and the soul
the love and the hold on the glow of the sun thats exposed
and when the dark clouds come for 8 days straight,
i just stayed blazed,
drop tracks,
and keep shit hot like that.
see we got evil and killin
we got katrina and wilma
folks deceivin and illin
we here to free the civilians
from the grind of life, rat race retiree,
smilin,
cuz now 9 to 5 in this fellow's life
is the cue ball off the orange solid, into the yellow stripe

[trap.]

The Smokey Bar Trio


part 1

smokey bars...flow is godly



as i roll this cigarette
stroll memories lane bitter as old vinegarette
been upset for the past 8 years... miseries favorite dinner guest/
since depression's upsettin i'm usually left to self
regrettin all that i've let slip past my mitts that coulda helped/
dealt with issues that caused tissues to be used up in abundance
and death is redundant funerals been done in bunches cousin/
an unlucky knucklehead... used to heartbreak now want love instead
but love done said i'm not her type 'nother night in a loveless bed/
dust and dread plus somethin told me i was better off without
my story's set in bars get up to send this letter off and pout/
the smoke rings lend mystery to my sillhoutte while i write this
brim tipped over my eyes as my pen tip toes in silence/
and my solo act of defiance, is not tryin for better duke
i sit & reminsce on lovin women that i never knew/
shed a few, deaded brews, set to lose my sanity
sent to you as lettered proof this dude is used to tragedy/


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II.

Another smokey bar


YO shoot this scene in black and white...my life ain't had no light
sacrafice and sufferin, enough to fill up half my nights/
dusty bars, luke warm drinks, smoke till i refuse to think
sittin at this piano punchin keys untill the music sinks/

went drinking with Buddah, i'll be back at three
and if i miss you at the champagne party have a glass for me/
it's a cinch still consider this my pin stripe suit song
vintage licks my radio's a crip it's got the blues on/
sick of tricks and fickle fits of adolescent appathy
straddlin the planks of fact and fiction till it's mad at me/
dramatics i'm over, lackin tact untill i sober up
loner since they took me out my mothers gut and sewed her up/
drank too much, so hold me up untill i can regain order
half way to a role model, call that zen with a hangover/
remain hopeless and find content in my pains opus
can't get my brain focused & if it is i ain't noticed/
all my roomates are roaches, on my sofa smokin openly
hocus pocus, nothin magical happens to broken me /
yo kids this is the real side of show biz
locusts and leaches one-year leases and no tips/



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III.


Last Call at the Dusty Bar


head rested on this dusty bar is where you'll find me usually
how you'll find me i don't know i'm not the man i used to be/
confucious dreams confusion deem my misery a human yet
amusin schemes & futile means of movin towards the groove in step/
infused with death, but who's the best, truth is i'm a sunken wreck
selected broken records and i'm just the dust that they collect/
neglected second sibling filling dull moments with pills and bud
one woman man " bartender can you hurry here and fill her up"/
dirty tears and little luck, buildin pillars to fill the ruts
this pillows tough, sleep eludes me, rudely so i'm still a nut/
whether or not i'm accepted;s not worth stressin the least bit
one eye open starin at this empty glass givin it speeches/
my past riddled with streets, clicks and task drillin us meek kids
at that militant teachins clasp we little delinquents/
and that's why I sing to you bitter sweet in harmony
it's hard for me but that's hardly worth your apology/