Chorus: When I was screaming what now This world it can be cut throat We feel unseen up In a glass house Got me feelin’ we should slow down slow down When I was screaming what now This world it can be cut throat We feel unseen up In a glass house Got me feelin’ we should slow down slow down Verse 1: Aye I been in mind been mighty quiet lately Watch the Tables turned maybe time could pay me a valuable resources I always seem to waste I never said a word but it was written on my face blessing I would curve I was standing outta place Back in line wit It Back in time wit it See young kings sell the soul for a designer fit Market and target There is a darkness It’s hang above our head like a traumas and hardships Hard erase that Theres few who would face that Why so many people carry the same straps Who am I to disagree - I would never call the cops I’d die upon my feet My people dying of disease My people dying to be free I’m just dying to be me I mean I’m trying to be free Got me feelin’ I should slow down before I’m crying in my knees Chorus: When I was screaming what now This world it can be cut throat We feel unseen up In a glass house Got me feelin’ we should slow down slow down When I was screaming what now This world it can be cut throat We feel unseen up In a glass house Got me feelin’ we should slow down slow down Verse 2: I been fighting time and crossing lines of lately Feels like my foes were designed to hate me A battle to be on but we all runnin in our place I never said a word but it was written on face I still stall at the thought of us Still stuck on what wasn’t love It roots deeper then I’ve ever thought Attatchmebr issues of traumatic birth Family first stems from that It’s the reason that I tap I Neva even said it but it’s the reason I feel trapped Cars outta the bag - alone and I’m scared Ill prepared to deal with death More meorials pop up it’s less of us left Everytime I see a baby cry I feel it in my cheast I feel it in my breathe It’s hard not feel left I can hardly make sense So I use my friends and goals to balance me Spare time is scary so I’m always finding ways to challenge me Gotta take time to Heal Never unpacked my youth or the burden that I feal Real Chorus: When I was screaming what now This world it can be cut throat We feel unseen up In a glass house Got me feelin’ we should slow down slow down When I was screaming what now This world it can be cut throat We feel unseen up In a glass house Got me feelin’ we should slow down slow down Narration: The Energy in Hip-Hop, energy in music all that energy is able to be put together Where People can Make Art and heal That is community Bridge: When I was Screaming what now The world it can be cutthroat It's got me feeling We Should Slow Down When I was Screaming what now The world it seems so cutthroat It's got me feeling We Should Slow Down When I was Screaming what now The world it can be cutthroat It's got me feeling We Should Slow it down, slow it down, slow it down

Chorus (Mungo Baby): Now I’ve read some things And they’re all supposed to be and so advanced just do what you into yeah it could be so simple at first glance now i’ve read some things some books and some zines And they’re all supposed to be and so advanced it could be so simple just do what you into yeah at first glance Bridge: (Isaiah Mostafa + Afterthought) tryna free my mind hide from the evil eye i see the light i see them signs so i read em twice we redefine peep the fine print i be precise so tell me how you sleep at night? i need that bean and rice with some collard greens tell somebody that you love em on the count of 3 i just wanna know we made it when the gas on E the past don’t breathe this cash don’t either hmmm Mis educated like miss lauryn I been stacking pennies cause lately it been pourin Rain in my parade I seen some brother lose they way Nah they was lead astray By the power put in place Just to put you in your place We was taught to run a sprint but that’s the wrong race Have faith and keep ya pace Had to pause to take a breather Check my health and ground Feet bruh Check my health and ground Feet bruh Chorus (Mungo Baby): Now I’ve read some things And they’re all supposed to be and so advanced just do what you into yeah it could be so simple at first glance now i’ve read some things some books and some zines And they’re all supposed to be and so advanced it could be so simple just do what you into yeah at first glance Verse 2: Who the fuck is this number hitting up my phone? Fucking up my naps, like conditioner and combs I don’t listen if you wrong I just click and hit the tone. That’s my motto. Baby it’s been simple all along. I don’t need the prize money you can keep that. Let the runner-up have it with they weak ass. Give me a beat pack So I can eat that I speak the gospel having praying in the knee caps When I get up on stage, They ask me to repeat that. When you get up on stage, They asking for they fees back. With you they want they refund. With me they want they recap. You? You like a re-run. Me? They like “I never seen that”. Chorus (Mungo Baby): Now I’ve read some things And they’re all supposed to be and so advanced just do what you into yeah it could be so simple at first glance now i’ve read some things some books and some zines And they’re all supposed to be and so advanced it could be so simple just do what you into yeah at first glance

Poem 1: (Hazel White) "I had hoped I would achieve something by Desert Storm." Listening to a young man who went to the second Gulf War, an ex-Marine of the first Gulf War weeps. Site is calm, on the front of something: Deposits of knowing—depth of fathom, distance of furlong—terror, become a terror —drift unredacted with murders sometimes daily now. Each horror steals detonates inters everything. If only the officers and public had known If care might go sideways and backward with ease. Poem 2: (Afterthought) The hate it comes from shame Power ain’t come from the pain Pain don't always lead to change Sadly change ain’t always going the right way Way to gone, souls gone away Guns at play make me run away Bullets have no name Shooters they just get away We can all feel they Hate (Pain) Prayer: I Can’t Waste my Time Even When they hate the shine So I won’t Waste my time Even when they hate the shine Poem 3: From a two floor skyline An abandoned house talked to me It said young man You are heroic And ten years old Among twenty generations of friends. Friends will free fall away. Free fall up. Free fall to walls with fifth grade speed to industrial paint behind second-hand fences Young man, use quick knife tones. Be bone and brass. Be last laugh music. You are always leaving. Always one change of clothes from the door. A life in escape. Two floor skyline said you are the guide that dies in the middle The friend more blues than skin The face that cheap hotel schizophrenics can place With 90 miles per hour right eyes Among dry heat killers Once children Three feet high And roaming And repeating And aiming At cotton mirrors that hang on breathing walls You are ten years old Tagging along Yawning at well-lit violence Whistling tool shop songs You will be useful You will be high and alone Flying on a nephew dragon From a twenty dollar family In a sky that calls itself Just more soil Around walls That are just walls Except these walls Suggest you make wives Out of highs and currency Here the air is polite to sleepy glass and bullying walls. Young man, You will admit That sometimes Suicide is power Because some people live stronger as ghosts

Verse 1: (Sin Q) They say hindsight is 2020 but I bet a pretty penny Most won’t do no different if they had the chance// Blockin blessins on accident, misdirected n passionate We all have our moments take a second glance// I don’t pray like my mama I’m sorry, ancestors guide me I’m thankin mother earth, ask her can I have this dance// God is change, sowin seeds, hold reprieve, lemme breathe, blowin trees in the sky like my plane won’t land// Ain’t no chance ima deny me what I know been destined fa me Look in the mirror and see that reflection fully// Seekin the healin but ain’t applyin the pressure Fuck all they standards that ain’t how i choose to measure// I wrote a plan, then anotha plan, then I lost the plan, start again and I still ain’t never quit, nah What i call into my life aint hand delivered, go n get it, chart a map to a place we never went, ah// Hook: If she call you outta nowhere If it happen to align thassa sign If she hit you late at night thassa sign That’s a sign, That’s a sign Verse 2 (Isaiah Mostafa, Lehnen Raphael & Afterthought): I call her twinkle toes shy with the crinkled nose so cold i hit flows only chris cringle knows its pushin 3 below that’s why she keep the heater close i need to go we seeking gold like it’s gon bring us home Easy come easy go What you reap & sow See the sign written on the wall no graffiti though Read between the line something deep inside speakin facts Peekin back between I hope I find another piece of that Signs in my mind left there by the past Time is a resource that’s depleting fast Decisions that lasts - the goal is outlast Foundation is love lives below like outkast Pass by signs on the road of life Hold dreams tight alone at night It’s hard to right we all lose sight we look for life check ya mind you might just find That’s a sign Hook: If you show up and it’s over thassa sign If the vibes don’t match the vibes thassa sign you ain’t even hit yo prime thassa sign That’s a sign, That’s a sign Verse 3: (Katana) I just seen 3 numbers 555 Looks like a change goin come aint goin lie Hook: Feel the pressure n the purpose thassa sign If it always hit so natural thassa sign We was bound to make it happen this a signs That’s a sign, That’s a sign

Verse: gapped toof big girl big feet tight curls chubby ting it’s ya world fuck what a hater say never fit on a plane benefits they wont pay cuz they see grandma j and she built heavily thing is heavenly i been dropped weight steadily you could lose 100 pounds still dont know to love yaself pops did gained back in a year ain’t that some shit i’d say it is my belly here my belly fat belly praise praise praise you it’s in the way you way you way you take space and break our break thru belts and be ocean waves too size 11 they don't walk in these shoes build like the ocean and you're built like the moon i used to hide undress in dark and private avoid mirrors and deny my own beauty to my eyes self hatred is a bitch came a long way I say it's lit every day we making big steps to soften this fist yeah Choir: I can only love who I am for the better I love me I love me Rest assured My peace is pure I wont hide my features Oh oh oh

She wanna ride with a real one Schedule so packed but I still come

Verse 1: (Nina Del Río) Wake up to moonlight See it through your eyes I’ll sing to you before it fall through and I have to go Let’s watch the sunrise Over Grey skies And look for shapes in the clouds With you I’m hella faded (elevated) Chorus: Come a little closer don’t let go Give a little more I want you so I would give it all just let me know Just let me know Verse 2 No se cómo decirte Que esto puede ser simple Con la luz de mañana enredada en la cama Nunca me quiero levantar Porque es todo tan serio? Que te encanta el misterio Ay bebe, no es tan serio Chorus 2: Si me dices que me quieres ver Siento que me falta conocer Abraza la sombra de tu ser Verse 3: (Afterthought) My fear begins to rise every sun down I pray every mother makes there sun smile Do Father Time n mama nature live in one house They told me keep it wuiet but I love loud Bask in moonlight of true life I been focused on a lot of things should focus on tryna get u right I’m tryna get me right don’t get me wrong So I’m journaling each night n put them in songs I’m laying next too - I’m just glad I can give some rest to you My goal to just mend and soothe I feel that I’ve got more to prove You look at me and say I’m more than enough At night it can get cold but what we doin is warmin us up Informing our trust Sharing our our love All the pain of our past is laying dormant in us A hush falls as we work out why Come a little closer cause this feels just right The process which we healin begins tonight Chorus: Come a little closer don’t let go Give a little more I want you so I would give it all just let me know Just let me know, Just let me know

Aye lil homie slow ya roll Verse (OFMB DK): Left foot right foot stomp I made away for my niggas, Real soldier with a chip on my shoulder, Cold nigga keep it cool in heat, You be wise keep your ears to the streets Pay attention You would want to be me, Do or die, You should know what I’m on, In the air of war some would die for the throne Can’t be like them I won’t go That’s on bro I got too much lose and got too prove, Before I take one I put one on the news Size 10 in these runners, You can’t ever fit these shoes Phones call 7:30 I don’t pick em up Last call I got that early Really fucked me up Mar call like D? I’m like yeah what up? He like folks got shot, I’m like damn He like nigga what Mann folks he ran block How some niggas that’s not from our city Slide and get the drop Bitch I’m hot, Bro spent like 3 whole week tryna get a pop I don’t know how we gon shake back, OG in our ears saying to be coo, But we know why they like that

Verse 1 (Ozer): When the sun don’t shine tell me who you Finna run to This is deeper than sex, I could be the one with you come to Give you the whole thang Ain’t none of this partial Elevate my game, You keep me on hut 2 Head in the clouds And the stars in my hand Just call when you can Let’s get lost the world Forget about life Let’s think of plan Then tell everybody what love is about And leave hints in the sand You blessing to me It was destined to be Give thanks to the man Verse 3: sometimes i feel like i been running from myself again sometimes i feel like standing still and just taking it in i don’t know how i find my way i must be blessed in the end i just gotta believe it will it all works out in the end so i know i know i’m (blessed)

LOE Gino: Im tryna keep my heart as light as a feather Im tryna keep it together Maybe im lackin in efforts Been tryna find the good in bad things thats makib me better Navigating everything thats dark the light been keeping me tethered Came a long way from the boy that Was shy Now they say ima vibe I feel i been aging like wine Im the creation of all that patience thats coming wit time When you livin in the future u feel out of yo mind Wit time I needa fly away I needa hide away I gotta find a way Feeling low See it in my face Shit i you time I juss copped A bag of the dopest im gettin hugh today Maybe i been lacking in focus been feelin scattered brain Maybe need some grounding Feel depleted Watering my fountain Searching for my legend I been roaming and i never found it Just to reach my peak Ima scourer all the tallest mountains They cant ever keep y on the ground If you dont allow it

Poem: You can tell by my tires that not everyone who has ridden with me is still alive. Also, that I like my drinks neat, bottled, and in a bus stop… Also, that we are drowning in precinct paper, department store floor plans, and applications to the moon. We can change the color of our snot from gifted to heart attack. I’ll tell you about ashes later… But where are all these angels coming from smelling like the cigarette that fails? And why is the man on the safe side of these headlights freezing up? -If you got nothing to say at my funeral, I’ll speak on your behalf Heroin in my smile Mountain made of flatland robbery Among some things on my mind The last store run in the name of shared afterlife Friday to the filter I’m a tall tale on earth But here’s to that angel that never appeared to america And a night of dog paddle And a batch of hangovers looking for a home A liar wouldn’t have lived this long -my humor when fences speak holding a pair of rambling dice that have unique tempers and young souls that say shut up about our city tidal months crash over a coast. Why lie? the street’s teeth are in pieces there is reservoir art on the faces of stragglers there is sad news from back that says we have to grow up on his behalf stumble back to a car full of last stand the truth is stale but still liquor Mission Street would be proud of me I am a mural man almost organized remember when my lungs would wake up last walking all morning when it was worth it man, I’m three decades homeless and reservoir art is all I ever see and I’m 2,000 miles from my first fight maybe no one really survived maybe I wrote my first poem for no reason