1. |
A Really Nice Day
02:27
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Would like if every day was a really nice day
But that never really happens (every day)
Would like if every day was a really nice day
But that never really happens (every day every day)
Ice puts kid in prison
1000’s of parents will never find their children
And only cause they walked over a border
Separated never see your son and daughter
These pigs follow orders well that’s the excuse
And everybody down to lick the boots
Abuse is the sound of the truth
There are very young children in jail we need to move
To your surprise the fascists have rised
Racism finds a way to survive
To your surprise the fascists have rised
Racism finds a way to survive
I benefit from being white my whole life
No matter how shitty I am I’m still a white guy
Get away with anything that’s in your sight line
Also all the scary shit out in the night time
White guys need to talk to white guys
About the shit white people do its frightful
And even nice whites you cannot fight for
Life born with the advantage of a title
I think about the day
What a shitty day
Other people must be having
While youre out at your cabin
If you don’t think about the day
What a shitty day
Other people must be having
While youre out at your cabin
What a shitty day
Oh what a shitty day
To your surprise the fascists have rised
Racism finds a way to survive
To your surprise the fascists have rised
Racism finds a way to survive
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2. |
What Are You Working On?
02:39
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Hey, what are you working on x 3
Packing boxes at Amazon with a bandage on
Hey, what are you working on x 3
On a tan in the sun with some sandals on
We are expected to work
Everyday deep in the dirt
7 days a week to fill their thirst
All we do is work & it's the worst
We build stuff still barely pay the bills
Deliver packages through danger, rain & hills
Clean a toilet when it overflows & spills
Give a friend 10 but only got 20 bills
Okay, what are you working on?
Well tell me what you're working on?
What are you working on?
Did Skip The Dishes in my car but now my car is gone
Okay, what are you working on?
What you're working on?
What are you working on?
Stock food on the shelves leave me alone
15 dollar minimum wage is a joke
Shit shoulda happened in the 90's we are broke
Fight for the past in the future you're revoked
These 15 dollar politicians are a joke, nope
We need a real living wage
Idiots on stage they need us tired & afraid
15 dollars an hour is past its date
They need us in a depressed state
Pressed under debt & stress a lot of weight
One paycheque away from sleeping on the street
Working 3 jobs so your family can eat
Grind all your dreams into to discount meat
For this to work we need to be completely beat
Exhausted from work too many hours on our feet
Too deep in debt to ever say what you think
The fantasies of killing your boss get so intense
Oh hey, what are you working on?
Well tell me what you're working on?
What are you working on?
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Nothing in this world like not having a job
I don’t know what I’m doing but I don’t have a boss
I make no money & it comes at a cost
My mind so blurry & I’m so lost
Everything is holy fuck like when will it get done?
Button my armour & then run around the sun
Everything I am is to my wife & to my mom
Hopefully I’ll be better than the person I’ve become
Everything is tender to the touch & I’m so numb
Smashed into chunks lie a dusty stick of gum
Everything is tendered to my income
Their gonna call my numbers this time I’ll win one
Everything I set out to do has been done
Done a lot better but better than doing none
Everything is always being spun
Like a gun in the game of roulette that goes bung
Nothing in this world like not having a job
I don’t know what I’m doing but I don’t have a boss
I make no money & it comes at a cost
My mind so blurry & I’m so lost
Pip, I’ve been so broke that my bank account was gravy
Had so much debt even Jesus couldn’t save me
Quit all my jobs so I wouldn’t get fired
Bought myself a guitar sat around the campfire
Played the GGGGGCD
Thought my mama be proud she could see me
When from zero to hero & hero to legend
Boy from the rez using words as his weapon
Became my own boss & that’s where I am currently
Turned a blank page to a pocket full of currency
Flipped it around from where I started thankfully
Now I got these white folks that wanna write a rap for me
Hey Mr. Sumner Can I get a signature
Singing autograph’s & even taking pictures
No need to read through you can trust me I’m a liberal
I only want your land & your culture & your spirit too
That’s all, that’s it
Put your fucking X
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Pip:
Why? When the cop helicopter flies by
Is it 1am & I am trying to find
Just a little bit of piece in my life
Or is that wrong, to feel right?
When the cops helicopters in the sky
I think about about the money that is mine
Being used by those pigs so they can spy
On you & I, time to bye
I hear this thing like all day long
These fucking cops chop on & on
10's of millions dollars gone
This stupid bird it sings its song
Like dpp dpp dpp dpp dpp dpp dpp dpp
On your roof & on your celing
dpp dpp dpp dpp what a dump
this fucking city sucks its a stump
We've never even won it's not a slump
We're having a year sale a 10pm
Everything must go this is the end
Our city isn't ours it's just for rent
These white people really love cement
They're up there in the sky
They're up there in the sky
They're up there in the sky
And the're looking at us
And they're looking at us
And they're looking at us
For 4 million dollars
For 4 million dollars
Gully:
Eye spy with my eye in the sky above my balcony
Is they spying on me ?
Ain't Flying low key let the whole neighborhood know real real noisily
This bird don't fly in the burbs
This bird won't fly in the burbs
Bird too close, they put it in reverse
So they feel safe,
or they complain the noise the worst
is this irony
psychology
of our society ?
Possibly
our priorities, don't feel so vis-à-vis
That 2 point 3 moves way too noisily
Maybe that 2 point 3 should pay for therapy
Maybe that 2 point 3 should pay for community strategies that bird don't fly in the burbs
That bird won't fly in the burbs
That bird don't fly in the burbs
Bird too close they put it in reverse
They don't feel safe
Bu they complain the noise the worst
That bird don't fly in the burbs
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You can not do whatever you want
When people tell you that they are so full of junk
Bluff on a bet but you can’t back the funds
Your mom was made to push out some runts
To work in factories that build bombs & guns
Blow up countries that have stuff we want
Our lights on that means the waters dirty in the north
We’ll fight for all kinds of causes if it don’t poison us
But if they took away our lights would you trade for water?
A boil advisory but us we don’t have to bother
Who’s got the father playing catch with the little one?
Always smiling off the soccer & the mini van
We have been abandoned
Tell yourself so many lies to understand it
But they planned it, this is how the system works
We’re here to work & put paper in that person’s purse
Not out worth, not what we deserve
A burst of anxiety a shot in the nerve
Not stranded on 3rd, your names not a verb
We curb for our master & roll in the dirt
Squirt whiskey in the hole cause it hurt
We eat the rich there’s enough for dessert
Can you imagine all the dishes all the work?
To clean a mess like that would be berserk!
Cheap Labour
What the fuck are you made for
Cheap Labour
What the fuck are you made for
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Booze, butter & bullshit
Why am I so impulsive?
Booze, butter & bullshit
It’s time to cut out my losses
When I rock a rhyme I cannot always tell the time of day
I get lost & tossed in total fucking disarray
Drunk in the night & the day a life pissed away
Drink to feel & feel nothing no I’m not awake
Tell myself so many lies just to have a drink
You deserve it, I need a pick me up, it helps me think
When you drink just the right amount you’re so in sync
In the blink of a million drinks I fully function
Spent months in the dehydration torture dungeon
Lunging for food that’s disgusting
Old onion in the back of the cupboard that no one’s touching
Old man, so sad he can’t cut the mustard
Too hung over in bed to really bust it
All the stress & anxiety had me flustered
Eat a bunch of butter & say fuck it
Booze, butter & bullshit
Why am I so impulsive?
Booze, butter & bullshit
It’s time to cut out my losses
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7. |
Must Be More
03:30
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We’re doing them a favour
We’re giving them our labour
We’re doing them a favour
We’re giving our labour
My pillow is a bio-pic
I’ve been tricked & I’m deep in debt
Tossed into a firepit
A fossil of human shit
Years turned into nothing quick
How many times have I fucking quit?
All these days are just nothingness
Collect dust & then rest in piss
There must be more there must be more
Than the bible & a company store
There must be more must be more
What are we looking for?
There must be more there must be more
Than the bible & a company store
There must be more must be more
What are we looking for?
I’m ashamed of where I work at
Front line sponge taking all the bull crap
They play a game, that’s where you work at
Without us they don’t build big big stacks
Standing on our broken backs & they dance in the glass
You don’t own your own home or your car or your grass
You better think fast, the systems been cast the future has passed
While we sit on our ass
They are taking advantage of us
Take all our time & damage our trust
You could feel it in your guts
The sadness is too much to handle it’s fucked
We’re owned by that guy who owns Facebook it sucks
No piece of the pie there’s not even a crust
Bust our butt & slop in some sludge
Feed our family & get crushed to dust
These politicians don’t know dick not much
This world is so cold, mushed up
Barked at by our boss, bird brain
Nah, none of this is sane
If you’re poor, if you’re poor
Then there’s nothing to gain
We will never get more
We will always be poor
Have to take a different door
We will always be poor
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8. |
Elizabeth
03:31
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Macho Man - He's In Love with Elizabeth
George The Aninal Steele (Chewing on the Turnbuckle) - He's In Love with Elizabeth
And both of them are out of their minds - should be minding their own business
Seems that nobody's tall enough - to get on the big fair ride
They talk a lof of game and they pound their chest - but they just not qualified
The world Champion title - wasn't meant for you to hold
Its meant for the people - the people working on a better world
and these old white men they will take it break it, and call Elizabeth their girl
Jump on a ride that they shouldn't be on and then hurl, take if for another whirl
Randy Macho Man - He's in love with Elizabeth
George The Aninal Steele - Is In Love with Elizabeth
And both of them are out of their minds - need to mind their own business
Its the fight of our lives, colonizers, the cops and kings
Its the fight of our lives, not surprised that this is the end
Nothing Means Nothing
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9. |
So Small (ft Gruf)
02:41
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Heavy ammunition, BAM I’m on a mission
Lotta of shit to do in the day just like a pigeon
Learn how to fake your death & go missing
All sass, the sexist depression
Not smart, the messiest intentions
And this mess I made not interesting
If there’s anything I learned it’s not a lesson
Make a strange pile of pillows that I can nest in
May I request to hold all my calls?
Take time alone to try to take credit for all my faults
More time I take, the more I seem to stall
In the middle of the end of the world that’s so small
We’re so small
Like a mini-mall
We’re so small
We don’t mean anything at all
We’re so small
Like a mini-mall
We’re so small
We don’t mean anything at all
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10. |
So Many Cops
03:02
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So many cops
So many cops
So many cops
To pull you over
So many cops
So many cops
So many cops
To spy on your bother
So many cops
So many cops
So many cops
To lie to your mother
So many cops
So many cops
So many cops
So many losers
The police department is like a crew
That do whatever they want to do
They do whatever they want to do?
Are you outta your mind has your brain gone goo?
So many cops
So many cops
So many cops
So many cops
So many cops
So many cops
Every single cop is a piece of trash
Yes, even your nice cousin no need to ask
They clock into work just doing their job
And are complicit in part of a criminal mob
They rob beat & kill to protect the rich
An over paid security guard shouldn’t exist
A cist, tumour, pimple who’s a person
Deal with them now or the condition will worsen
This aversion to cops gone pop & I’m thankful
Been here for years & these pigs are a handful
Gotta throw the trash somewhere we need a landfill
Willie Coyote the cop hit with an anvil
The police department is like a crew
That do whatever they want to do
They do whatever they want to do?
Are you outta your mind has your brain gone goo?
So many cops who lie under oath
So many cops for us to loathe
So many cops sneak around in plain clothes
So many cops there right under your nose
So many cops who kill with no consequence
So many cops who will cry without compliments
So many cops hiding so many documents
These fucking cops shouldn’t have so much confidence
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11. |
Brain Fog
03:34
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At times I tried to figure it out, figure it out
But I got a lot of brain fog, brain fog
Ahhhhhh where everything feels off
At times I tried to figure it out, figure it out
But I got a lot of brain fog, brain fog
Ahhhhhh where everything feels off
I got a headache, sore throat & cough
No energy there's none there not
Everyday gone off too much salt
There's no way there's any point, point to this all
Running outta roti to mop up your dahl
Everything means to seem impossible
Forget that I'm out & I don't lock the door
Leave half the things that I need on the floor
Why can't I think of that thing?
Why did I go to the sink?
Act like I'm part of this thing
My memory is going extinct
My back, my shoulders, my knees, my hips
My life, over if I trip
Short time where your light might blip
Covid was some scary ass shit
At times I tried to figure it out, figure it out
But I got a lot of brain fog, brain fog
Ahhhhhh where everything feels off
At times I tried to figure it out, figure it out
But I got a lot of brain fog, brain fog
Ahhhhhh where everything feels off
It's really hard to write right now
Fight or flight I take flight & I'm gone
It's really hard to find your sound
I chase music till I'm ground in the ground
I hate writing writing makes me sick
Trying to make really good music is just a trick
As I get older my head gets thick
And I can't really recall what it was I said
I got sick with the sickness
Wearing two masks & I'm off in the distance
Shivering in bed & surrounded by liquids
Slither with sweat in sheets that have thickened
Strayed away from tall grass got bitten
Splashed into very hot oil like a chicken
Taste buds turned on food with suspicion
Fog rolled in & it clouded my vision
Why can't I think of that thing?
Why do I act like a dink?
What was I saying again?
Oh yeah! I'm going insane
At times I tried to figure it out, figure it out
But I got a lot of brain fog, brain fog
Ahhhhhh where everything feels off
At times I tried to figure it out, figure it out
But I got a lot of brain fog, brain fog
Ahhhhhh where everything feels off
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12. |
Dance Break
02:40
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What do you do with a drunken sailor
I will not go across I will not take a chance
I will not tell my boss about my families finance
I will keep taking a loss beg the bank for an advance
I am so fucking lost & I don’t know how to dance
In the place where everybody dances
Everybody dances
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Everybody dances, everybody dances
Dance, dance, dance
And I don’t know how to dance
And all these poor people dancing
If the king wants you (your credit cards too)
To do a little dance then you tug on your pants
And you do that dance yeah
If the king wants you (your credit cards too)
To do a little dance in your b-boy stance
Then you do a little dance yeah
Bills don’t get paid if you don’t make
A little bit of money
And you put on a dance babe
You don’t have shit, so you cant quit
Yeah look at you dance
Look at you dance yeah
In the place where everybody dances
Everybody dances
In the place where everybody dances
Everybody dances
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Everybody dances, everybody dances
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Everybody dances, everybody dances
Yeah
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I guess you’re super sorry
Sorry, so sorry, for all the things you said & did
You feel so sorry, so sorry, so sorry
You’re super sorry, so sorry
But it doesn’t mean a thing
I’m really sorry, I’m so sorry
The queen is sorry, the pope is sorry
Trudeau is sorry, just another story
King Leopold, he is also sorry
Get over it & change the story
These PR teams working hard
Turning on & jerking off
Bending words, butter soft
Scott free & go running off
You’re not sorry you’re just talking so you don’t lose your job
And end up walking everywhere endlessly like you’re lost
This apology you’re giving is off
You need to a lot better if you don’t wanna live in your car
If you’re sorry then do something
Take some agency & move something
Don’t run off to the moon in your space pumpkin
Your war trumpets blaring, rockets thumping
Humping & fucking & grinding & screwing
Crushing & total destruction & ruin
Is this what we’re doing, we’re eating this shit?
These lies are so thick that they built up in bricks
These bricks built a house for these pricks
And we have to wash all the toilets & sinks
I’m fucking incensed, not convinced
But the guy said sorry so it’s okay I guess
Sorry’s & winks, handshakes & drinks
Rich kids, politicians, judges & the prince
Are all here to offer you a gift
And to tell you that they’re sorry for the things that they did
I am so sorry for that thig I did
I am so sorry
I am so sorry for that thing that I did
I am so sorry
These apologies as empty as a bag of chips
After a birthday party for a bunch of kids
I am so sorry
I am so sorry for that thing that I did
I am so sorry
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14. |
Sing-a-long
03:23
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Facial recognition cameras taking our picture
So much plastic in our bodies it’s a fixture
Mixture, mush & machine it’s a twister
Cyborgs with bad parts & pickled livers
End comes quicker, flame starts to flicker
Feed us bullshit like Cinderella’s slipper
All we really have is a scratch & sniff sticker
Scratch & win lottery, cigarettes & liquor
No there’s nothing wrong
Lets do a singalong
This is the song we’ll sing
And nah it doesn’t mean a thing
And it goes like this
Purse up your lips
This is the song that we’ll song
And nah it doesn’t mean a thing
I don’t whistle while I’m working
I’m working from home that means I’m not there in person
I’m taking naps, dog walks, web surfing
Tap the laptop every 10 minutes recurring
End of my shift & my words start slurring from bourbon
Getting through the day is a whirlwind
Burning, working for these vermin
Cut little pieces away each day just like a surgeon
Cant wash a serpent out with detergent
Dirty like your internet history searches
It’s us vs billionaires, politicians, churches
While the cast of mutherfucking Friends does rehearsals
We are designated vessels for commercials
Worst is a long way away but this is urgent
Immersed in some universal curse
You can’t put this back into the bottle or in reverse
Walk around with our cell phones like a dummy
Companies using our bodies to make money
They know you walked down an isle past some pringles
Now you’re getting ads for chips in your windows
I don’t know who is in charge or advising
But I do not want to be advertising
Want to be private, my own little island
Nothing to hide all naked & silent
Hey everybody
Clap your hands yall come on
Get up go to work & make some money
Everybody come on now
Hey everybody
Get up go to work & be somebody
Everybody come on now
Hey everybody
Clap your hands yall come on
Get up go to work & make some money
Everybody come on now
Hey everybody
Get up go to work & be somebody
Everybody come on now
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15. |
Drugs and Roses
02:45
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If you find me struggling
Please, do not resuscitate
Had an asthma attack & my brain is dead
Do not resuscitate
If you find me bugging
Acting like a asshole
Do not resuscitate
If I’m 90 years old & don’t know who I am
Do not resuscitate
I don’t wanna be alive
In a world with so much hate
Do not resuscitate
So many drugs to take
To feel like its all okay
Take my life away
Hard to hope for a better day
Do not resuscitate
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