each one, teach one

by Mykele Deville

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Conceived of in 2 months and created in 1 week, Each one, Teach one is an ode to my 9 year old niece, Vaniya, a powerful and smart brown girl growing up on the West Side of Chicago. Often the world can be an excessively cruel place and in times of great struggle or numbing comfort we tend to accept that fact as a peripheral futility. But when young, all is new. When young, all is lesson. Adaptation is key and without proper guidance, later in life you may find you have grown into something that resembles a world that contorted you.
I refuse this fate for my niece.
She is worth a chance in this place.
Her vulnerability is her armor.
She is an empath.
She has my sister's eyes.
I may not be able to give her lots of things in her life.
This is my gift to her for all of time.
It may take her that long to decipher it, but i doubt it. She's a quick one.
Through this process, I have been the student.
I've learned not to underestimate the power of curiosity and dreaming.
I've learned that I don't need that much sleep.
Neither does most of my friends.
I want to give a special big thank you to my producers and friends Chris Lee and Colin Mulhern who made this fever dream possible in every way. I love you guys for this gift. I am lucky to know you.
Thank you Bianca Xunise for this lovely album art. I bugged you so much because you are worth it. thank you for this gift.
Love to every single person who collaborated and taught me things while simultaneously learning. I love you for stepping up in a week to create this.
Thank you to anyone who has let me crash on their couch, sleep on their floor, or hung out with me as I was creating this. (Im looking at you Erin Delaney, Micheal Egon Schiele, Aaron James Stephenson, Kristen Mann, Dina Saur, Emilee Modaff, Emily Esperanza, Trigney & Sidney Morgan, and anyone else whose offered me love in these last months) Without your love and time and space this would not exist.
Thank you Nanny. You told me it could be done. This is for you too.
Ok, world, meet Vaniya.
Listen close.
Love the 9 year old in you.
Love you now.


released August 27, 2016

Produced by: Chris Lee, Colin Mulhern, & Mykele Deville
Engineered by: Chris Lee
Recorded at: The Foam Palace


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Mykele Deville Chicago, Illinois

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I was born.
A pebble.
A pestilence.
The sickness
in the rock,
it formed
a skeleton.
Crystalized thoughts,
with melanin.
The sands
in the clock,
They tick
and they tock,
ya dig?
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Track Name: Unify
Where do we go from here?
Is it human nature?
Will we settle for the fear?
Exchange our might to them piranhas, let them bit to bend your ear
Got to squint to find the light, when the sky is so dim, it's so real.
So fuck the bullshit,
I'm in the pulpit, and I ain't even holy
Just a sinner looking lonely
want some god to come console me,
only if it needs a hug too...
I 'm standing in the cemetery of the buried truth.
The puzzled youth
consuming their lessons from a screen.
The skull connected through the eyes,
the eyes reflecting the obscene
What does it mean when answers vary?
Tarrying in the gray spot
Distractions blaring,
beckoning for a day trot in empty lots
So let your weary brain oblige
before I eat another lie, Ill opt to be euthanized.
Escape into my pretty mind
where all them doubts they go to die
I hope it spreads like it's contagious,
maybe then we'll unify,
Track Name: The Great Story (Featuring Oshwa, Sid Supreme) Produced by Colin Mulhern
Mykele's Verse:

I think the great story be buried within us.
The one where we rescue lives with opinions.
We form the universe from little spectacles of dust.
Every life sports some sentient dominion.
Sometimes the struggle is as simple as just waking up.
I never dream so the absence is forgiven.
To form a bond with a ghost that you never touched.
An ancient pain from those cultural incisions.

I think i figured the spirits followed me,
speaking in tongues they haunted me,
roaming and floating without a body-ody.
They used to whisper them mysteries,
them intricate histories
so cryptic like hieroglyphics the signs specific.
Them holy voices spoke through everything I did,
especially my art they made their messenger a kid
the rhythmic gibberish was prolific,
dismissing the non-interesting
poorly written character
trimming plot, inner editor
sink my teeth into secular try to keep the signal clear
got tales to tell as tall as tombs
sarcophagus of fears.
different years, another chapter
just hearing them voices chatter
think they flow through me,
I'm openly a vessel for the great story.

(Oshwa interlude)

Sid Supreme Verse:

Don't despise the mind
I'm just one of a kind
tend to get stuck in my ways like I froze time
let's redefine life let our minds intertwine
coincide and take a ride like do or die
lets feel imperial make this lifestyle a miracle
let's remember the youth let's surrender the truth
Sometimes i know it's hard to find they telling lies and left them blind but mankind's a mastermind on cloud 9
Demons chasing after me angels watching over me
I pray that they stay close to me this life ain't what it's supposed to be knight at this round table loyalty and honor
we shall prevail and prosper my life I'm the king and author
why should we bother with missing fathers and Timmy turners
it kills my vibe it blows my high shit makes me nervous
Fuck handshakes make no mistake gossip and hate
I can't relate that ain't the way that story can wait
let's get this money to recreate and motivate
we all living stories this ain't the safest place let's focus on the glory let's rebuild and reshape then strive to be great.........supreme
Track Name: Mz. Mary Mack (Featuring Drea: The Vibe Dealer) Produced by Colin Mulhern

Spinning across hot street tops after curfew.
The wind never looked so sweet to me then.
With freedom on the line
and her face on my mind.....


Of course my fate was worth the gamble bluff
scattering courage in front of moms, but I can handle her
poppin' my last Now & Later for fragrant chatter bugs
she know she got me rattled
digging fingers in my matter
think I'm idolizing Saturn's pretty rings and things
I could give her when she gets older, slower,
something to glare at,
something to stare at,
caressing curls into my hair naps
nervously forming question marks.
We met up at that oak tree,
broke out a pack of smokes,
sat in silence for some moments,
she said " Boy, you know you're extra dark."
That made me giggle but secretly felt embarrassed,
such a perfect illustration of how she split my awareness,
forming quiet lessons, confessing visions I had of marriage,
but she stopped my slang,
and then she sang:


Mykele and Drea:

Mz. Mary Mack, Mack, Mack,
Must stay on track, track, track,
Don't need no promise, promise promise,
to find her knack, knack, knack,
so may I ask: Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha, whatcha gon' do?
learning you can't own me, living with that knowledge boo?
She passed the cig, I felt it shake in my hand,
Took me some time til' i could understand, just what she meant, yo.


Fast forward, we both in college grew up in an instant
dispensed with, playing tag to pondering existence,
I majored in fine art, I think she went statistics,
ohh girl, how fitting
where was it written
that we would make it out the slums in one piece,
and live to see the day i got to meet my little niece,
and she would walk the stage to tears upon her mother's cheek
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude
because she spoke that prophecy directly to my blossoming,
I found philosophy when I was lonely,
no one had to love me except myself to keep on going,
found an inner strength at that oak tree between the smoking,
even though she had me open,
never let me lose my focus
and determination,
now I'm just waiting for response,
I sent a message yesterday to even up our odds,
been a minute since we talked,
and yes I know she's living large,
saw the flashing red,
her message said:


Mz. Mary Mack, Mack, Mack,
started thinking back, back, back,
and all our talks, talks, talks,
kept her on track, track, track,
so may I ask: Whatcha' gon do, whatcha, whatcha gon do?
now that the love is in the distance not behind you?
Before I typed I had to think on what she said,
took me some time til' i could understand, just what she meant.
Track Name: Headless Giants (Produced By Colin Mulhern)

Testing Log: Day 26, 3am

After finding the specimen with bullet wounds through the torso and one lodged in the cranium, an apparent victim of an altercation with police, I was able to retrieve the specimen and bring him back to my lab for revival and reprogramming. It seems to alleviate the threat the specimen places on society, one must not simply erase his brown physical existence but replace his mentality with what it should be. I shall now attempt my methods.


Lightning outside my window
Beautiful timely crescendo signals for the first breakthrough I'm late to
Should've had results when he got a pulse but um..
Never hate never wait on progress
when you're dealing with implanting knowledge
gotta keep the subject solid,
gotta test the wattage,
gotta keep his limbs in the bondage.
Because he might come to when the pain shoots,
through his brain so restraints can't be loose,
check the stitch at the base of his temple,
where the hole that I closed would've been if I chose
different brown skinned boy tryna flee
away from the law ending on concrete
but it seems that he fought with resiliency
for his life that I fix with my new machine
screen flickers on watch his body align
with the tech that I built to fill his mind
to perfect any flaw of the savage kind
he's an average find, but i'm on my grind
"be a good negro" is what i type on the line
press send but the body then shows no sign
of the change i expect of the civilized type
confirming my fright that he can't get right,
Wont assimilate to the pureness of white
don't fail, don't fail gotta prosper tonight
confirm my command then the lab went bright,
really lost my sight
felt the lightning strike,
heard a voice in my head as loud as a mic:


I am the stone that represents the earth
I am that brown skinned king that gave you
envy so you knew what things were worth.
I am that God that you tried to capture.
The one the rules all the senses that you never mastered
larger than the everlasting patience you will never feel
you bow to stigma of the bassest, forming truth from traces,
lies that were never real. Its time to make a holy deal,
your work is evil, making headless giants of my people,
revenge will be equal.


Woke up and I start to fret
lying on the floor in a pool of sweat
what was that? heard a voice, sounded like a threat
in my ear so clear I'm a nervous wreck but
better get back to my station
just another hallucination
just a little sleep deprivation playing with my mind
cant waste no time so
prepping up to start again,
think of the fate of my specimen
if I rest, he'll recover, be a threat again,
so ashamed to repeat this chain of events
gotta fix this mess
he's a cosmic jest
dark on the outside
dark in his chest
wont rest til I teach him to repress
\his aggressive nature taunting death,
what attributes will the white folks like?
so strong when he jumps that it looks like flight,
so meek when you stomp he'll scream in fright,
clean cut am I right? Don't want to incite
delusions of grandeur making him fight
need him lost in the fog of an endless night
Ill erase any flaw of his previous life
seems divious right
but Ill ease his plight
Im hero in the right kind of light
no regrets no remorse as I start to type
be a good negro to save your life
I'm a savior tonight as the lightning strikes
a twitch in the boy as the lab goes bright
heard a voice in my head as loud as a mic:



Malfunction, please reset.
Log lost, prognosis: death.
Two confirmed, no pulse, no vitals.
Please reset, the screens gone idol.
All data will be lost
5 seconds power off
2 cases to delete
All missions incomplete...
Track Name: Monolith (Featuring Jovan, Trig) Produced by Ben Moroney
Pick your style
Pick your clothes
Pick your music
You got free will dont let them tell you how to use it,
Yup, you know its beauty in the choice
since a boy I'd explore how much my thoughts weighed
Never forced to wear the M.A.S.K
Thats heavy baby, too much to handle
competing with the expectations of spiritual vandals
only motive is a school scandal
gossiping cannibals
your difference looks like greatness then they're all up in your mandible
whoa, now you're a talented show without competing sleazy
I rocked some moon boots,
a black guitar,
some pokemon cards,
an african dashiki covered in graffiti
id even try to brush my hair when I was feeling dreamy
so, this simple fact is
you dont have to practice
defy the definition
not a right way to be black
to be whack
to be cool
to be you
just be true to yourself
whats inside
inner wealth baby.

Hook, Mykele:

not here to fulfill your urban myth

wasnt born to conform to what you're comfortable with

lets take these old tropes down so we can reinvent

Yo, Im not the Monolith

No, we're no the Monolith

Not a monolith, no we're not the monolith!
And you should really know this by now, it is really common sense!
Not a monolith, no we're not the monolith!
And you should really know this by now, it is really common sense!
Not a monolith, no we're not the monolith!
And you should really know this by now!

Don't fool yourself to think I have some monolith behavior
Like candy, people comes in different kind of flavors
I favor the ones who ain't afraid to be themselves
I know it takes a little time, and it takes a certain kind of help
Don't listen to the enemies, just tell them kill the noise
Like how we tell them in the streets within the state of Illinois
Remain to stay poise and confuse 'em
Diffuse 'em, with kindness, 'cause that's the way that you have to infuse them
And lose 'em, cause one day you will laugh and this and laugh at 'em
Quirky & creative, chewing on your favorite bubble gum
The world is just so troublesome, Remember you're the brightest one
They always looking at you hard, because you replicate the sun!
Don't taketh who you are for granted
They contemplate all the time to be planted
Our purpose's not to vanish
Although we black girl magic
establish, just who we are,
just who we are and dream far, within the stars

Trig's Verse:

Sister told me I should be myself, so that's what I teach
and In ya soul is gold and inner wealth, so that's what I preach
Don't ever fall because they talking down, Just make sure ya reach
to the top, and soon enough all the nonsense will stop
That was the truth If I ain't never heard it
I took this truth up to the booth , and knew I had to serve it
To the youth so they can know exactly what the word is
When they out and making everyone around them NERVOUS!
but that's life, people hate what they don't understand
but let them hate, just elevate and keep the upper hand
remember that your melanin is not some sort of brand
Your an individual that's pivotal across the land
God made me lyrical to spit visual miracles for the little boy and girl at home that's trying to reach there pinnacle
Stay original, that's the principle its critical
It's now traditional to think that we are all physical,
So typical to think that we are all criminals
All those thoughts are minimal, we remain invincible
Thinking that we are the monolith became habitual
Let me be ya doctor, break ya habits with medicinal
We Are Not The Monolith
We Are Not The Monolith
We Are Not The Monolith
We Are Individuals!
Track Name: Energy (Featuring Sol Patches, Sasha Teko, Plus Sign, Saskia, Eiigo, Ale) Produced by Ora
(Sol's verse)


When your lows make you fly
(You can trace every star in the sky)
When the drama shifts the tide
(You can feel every wave when you're dry)
When everything is all disguised
(You can sense all the curves in the lines)

Mykele's Verse:

*Stimulation coursing through every cell
Forming incantations like a spell
Separate points equal ends where it dwells
let it ring in your body like a bell*

Breathe it in, breathe it out
impulses from the holy ghost, a gift from down south
where you caught the light beams from the lord to your mouth
ask your great granny, she still her in the ether every nook and cranny
but you gotta train yourself to see,
the aura round the earth, yes we call it energy,
connect connect connect the spots
our vibes will interlock in tandem,
receiving, depleting, excreting all emotion phantoms
took some time for me to tell between the loss and the gain,
until i went ahead embraced the voodoo in my veins,
I really cannot feel the same cause now I'm open and hoping
you'll start to train yourself to be focused while coping
through the universal static
erratic patterns be wanting you to bleed some dramatic
sporadic chatter be coming from them rings around Saturn
but you can channel
just sit and concentrate,
never over contemplate,
let the essence dominate,

Track Name: Rained Bow (Featuring Sir Jove, Nick McMillan)

Shine bold
Shine bold
Shine bold

Too bright for em
Too bright for em
Too bright for em

Shine Bold
Shine Bold
Shine Bold

Too bright for em
Too bright for em
Too bright for em


(4x) Deep in the night
There's no fear, no fear, no fear


If everywhere I go I'm otherized who am I (huh? huh?)
Boldness tends to permeate from my colors everyone recognize
squint from sunrays, sunblaze, some days too bright gotta close your eye
talking bout the third one, maybe even fourth if youre feeling fly
Peacock living in the daily monochrome
treetops giving freedom outside of the home
Living in the blackest of blackness you see
Predator teeth hunting hungrily,
don't fear,
don't quake,
don't shake,
never runaway little renegade,
Spectrum be your pride pride
dare to stride stride
any any place, yeah yeah


Verse 2:

Color faucet flowing from the source
flood the earth with it use the force-field
that your ancestors planted in your cells with a prayer
picking cotton by the well
take it further, back to the cradle
culture interrupted, greatness was our label
science language music born to innovate
praise the soil from where we all originate
indicates why they really try to implicate you in crimes of the hate kind
give them any power they will exterminate you
haters, fakers, soul takers, leeches,
all eating pieces of that sacred energy
best believe your intuition
chase them inhibitions
redefine that ancient term "free"
seed blowing in the breeze
please feed the whole earth
you can topple tyrants
strike with self worth
never bow to serpents flirting in disguise
break the temptation lurking in the shrine
you've survived plenty, whats a bit mo?
you can handle any silly obstacle
in the rainfall never seeking cover
you'll remain safe living in your color.

Outro Poem

Child, you must walk.
Head tilted
Shoulders kissing the heavens
Spine aligned with the galaxy
The gravity of our collective guilt will try you child
But you must not falter
Hold communion with your color
The one they tell you is synonymous with evil.
Yes, they lied child.
Yes they did.
But now you know,
Now you are bold.
Follow your rejuvenation
in the face of them all
be an everlasting
Rained Bow.
Track Name: P.T.P (Produced by Colin Mulhern)

Preposterous conclusions,
my mind's perusing through gritted teeth,
how can I love the law when law ain't once respected me?
I took a peek into the inner seams,
history books of evil schemes,
no wonder why my self esteem started so low, so low,
lower than the dirt beneath a boot
I never felt it leave my neck,
how the fuck am I supposed to swallow truth with a broken tooth?
checking my ego,
I gotta graduate for ma dukes and see my brother free though,
no buts, if, and's, maybe's, or what the fucks'
I walked to school today right through them blocks that got shot up
just like a soldier on patrol in battlefields,
this post-traumatic paranoia got me ready to kill before the bell rings

(Mykele Deville are you present? Please repeat the lesson.
Don't be a space cadet you'll fail the standardized testing.
Why are you crying? Whatcha need?
I got no time to babysit so please don't make a scene
See me after class....)

I took a pass and rushed passed him in a hurry, scurried
straight to the bathroom to vomit out my nervous worries
collapsing in that corner stall,
praying to myself, feeling it echo off the wall, because:


My mother,
The Teacher,
My brother,
The preacher,
they ain't really understand when I told them.
My mother,
The Teacher,
My brother,
The preacher,
they ain't really understand.

(repeat x1)


Am I a target? Brown skinned marked, deadly barrages,
threaten my body, searching for tripwire sabotage.
cause it ain't hardly how it seems,
I'm swatting at the vultures spinning circles in my dreams,
until I wake, to tempt fate and scrape the crossbones from plate
the cryptic signs in the mundane compound the pain.
Why am I shaking, what's it mean?
I'm talking to myself and no one even heard a thing, in fact:

Track Name: The Pauper & The Patriot (Featuring Malci) Produced by Malci
Mykele's Verse:

Two cogent truths separated at birth,

the first one was a condition,

second one was a curse.

Their mother sang and she screamed

with her womb full of dreams,

they gave her drugs for the cuts,

and then they sewed her back up,

they stole them.

And when I say that I really mean us.

Theiving kids of yesterday's prophets dollars looking like Jesus.

Please us or risk looking sacrilegious.

Don't insult my indigenous tinge, I think you're starting to sound treasonous even.

Fistfighting heathenous demons locking eyes with my freedom.

Sychronize the time to free them,

pay them pennies it's still currently currency in my book.

think I'm bout to go full crook

just take a bit of what I need and pack my pockets with what I want.

that's what this country's bout don't gotta front.

claiming the wilds of dead America,

shiny bones be scaring ya,

whiffing the funk of your own musk,

them watery eyes don't know who to trust

this mighty sorrow packs a punch

staking out to find free lunch

it might be you so best to think it through.

that same dream that made you wealthy made me human stew.

yelling "indictment!" from the gallows as the pigeons flew.

a noose was formed with the umbilical, this country knew, to strangle you & you & me too, ya dig?


in the scheme we're all just kids leaning slightly towards the light of where the punctuation ends.
you take a knife for your beliefs.
I take a bite to fill my ribs.
we're just a pauper & a patriot
wondering where the safety's at

(Malci repeats chorus)

Malci Verse:

I got the diesel with me like I'm d wade in 05/
I'm so fried
Plus the liquor keeps my tongue tied/
I wonder why
I make the time to make my mind stutter/
Faded in the morning, trading spliffs with my brothers/
And they all drilling like we playing dig dug/
Red rum to the fox anchors painting us as thugs/
Pass drugs to the whole block and come back with hand cuffs/
Then shoot when our hands up/
Now if that ain't fucked up/
Keep the cycle spinning like its ghost rider/
I said I'd stifle the venom-- I pulled the rope tighter/
I seen the homies caught up-- all the feds' is spiders/
If Peter Parker lit a spliff, bet he'd get a write up/
Stuck in dots and loops like a prisoner of Mars/
Crooked 12 ain't scared to shoot so it's in earth or bars/
And the judge saying life like we ain't fucking people/
Same reason I'm blowing on this diesel/ evil.
Track Name: Easy (Produced By Colin Mulhern)
but hard labor for the victimized,
and mind control still in full supply
we wash, rinse, and commodify, repeat until we're outta lies
replace it with the basic
desensitizing a generation
subtract the substance they'll debase themselves for product placement
we'll add a pinch of prone addiction breed some self hatred
so when they're hooked
they'll start to celebrate just simply for the sake of celebrating
it's easy-peezy perfect equation
a bait and switch
a trojan horse filled with fake elation
the left hand controls morale, the right controls the nation.
Man lady liberty can scream and I wont hear a thing
unless its packaged like a talent show for silver screens,
material means, my only goal or so they told me,
single track for stacks, searching for happiness
inside the face of a gold rollie....
wait lets break it down a bit
frankly im too caught up in it,
suffering for that paper trick
busting my ass for what,
couple more drops inside my cup
just to fake like i got enough
playing that competition bluff
with the tables turning who am i serving?
my own greed can't compete with whats beyond my reach
it lies behind the memories, masquerading as imagery,
of a time gone by, when the country was in its infancy
stuck in the 1950's and promised a picket fence.

Homie fuck that shit
dissolving the walls of the dome is on my bucket list
I must not quit
resolving the laws of self to stop this government
my utterance
is more than enough to prove i'm not some puppet with corrupted fist
forming the lore of history that's poisonous,
ill take the risk,
fly too close to the sun just like I'm Icarus
reserved for the one who go out and just get that shit
no witnesses,
dodging the masters whips while in the thick of it
running until I'm stranded escaping from being branded, yo.

They take advantage cause it's
They'll hide the damage cause it's
They'll make you vanish cause it's

Man lady liberty can scream and I won't hear a thing
but hard labor for the victimized
and mind control still in full supply
we wash rinse and commodify, repeat until we're out of lies..
Track Name: Chasin' Rallies (Produced By Colin Mulhern)

2 Amerikkka's but 1 me,
Now where you think they making safety a priority?
Never where my majority lives,
that is, if they really ever get to live, for real,
the cops hunting me this season like it's time to grill.
Just a friendly pat down with intent to kill.
A little pressure on your neck so you'll admit the guilt
of living and breathing, put a top to that by squeezing,
slave catchers run amok,
fraternity of chosen heathens...

Ponder: An organization built to catch me, to trap me, by any means deemed necessary also wants my trust, empathy, and to humanize their right to continued existence?
even as they murder me for fear, stay silent when I scream, they demand to be seen as the protector of my dreams?

You can take a step back, one time.
Don't need that type of protection that be coming with a catch.
If I obey what you say, just abide,
Im reaching for my registration, partner may pop me on the driver's side.
Do they police like that up in the valley?
Had me running from intimidation, now they got me chasin' rallies.
The only pavement that I'm seeking is the highway,
stopping that Lake Shore traffic coming my way.
The bodies, wrapping around be screaming "BREATHE"
simple fact i forget in a city lined with thieves of life
so sad, have to justify my right to fight, extermination
while you're stalled at the street light.
So pay attention. You see my people down there on a mission.
You may be inconvenienced but just stop and listen.
We want justice for the innocence that died,
it's a question not a battle cry, not a battlecry.



Now I'm scared for real who do I tell?
Can't call the blue and red's they probably throw me in the jail
and that's just if I 'm lucky.
Didn't do the crime
but i'm black
and my hair is funky.
Lil' boy you fit the profile living in the wild
like beasts unidentified by civilized eyes
you're target practice for aggression growing bolder with time.
Grab the guns turn the body cams off
no one will ever see the shot
the ones that took his head off so lets high five...

Ponder: Are these killings of black and brown bodies more prevalent because of the current state of unknowledge in this country or has it always been that way?
Is it normal to think about this everyday walking to the store, or at the movies, or passing a squad car? We are far from normal.

Never great, never great, never was.
How can you when pumping communities full of drugs,
sic the dogs on, put the law on em, long arms
protecting the privileged inside their bubbles from the harm.
How sweet, sensibilities get maintained.
Status quo, white fragility and black pain,
man I swear this happened before,
just want to make sure this don't happen no more,
I put my body on the line in solidarity.
Try to control the perception that i'm threatening and mass produce,
media blackout of the coverage trying to falsify a truce,
forming a noose and only pulling tighter,
can't speak if I cant breathe,
now this protest starting to look more like a riot and you wonder why.
We won't be silenced any longer by your lullabies.
We want justice for the innocence that died,
it's a simple question you should answer not a battlecry,
it's not a battle cry.
Track Name: Indigo (Featuring Sir Jove, Nick McMillan, Jordan Harris)

Some people fantasize about what they saw. But I have no illusions about it. I saw death. He was nut hulking, he was small and patient, and had long eyes in the summer. He enjoyed company and rumors and strolled in semi-circles around the empty lots, flaunting his patience, showing his face proudly in the naked light. He looked at me once with a grin of half-knowing, then sauntered on his way, to do his work.


Violent lights,
Noise pollution,
Noise pollution

Never told me what the lean does.
Never told me what the fiend does.
Never really told me bout my kingdom.
Just out here trying to chase a buzz.
What you expect? Terrain made to devour us,
afraid to empower us. Man, I'm feeling powerless.
And thus informing my ability, deformed agility to ponder critically,
acting out of futility. Under them incandescent street lamps,
false masculinity, you what's the remedy?
Sirens blaring, my souls aglow,
staring at stains,
scarlet blood fades to indigo,
blood fades to indigo,
blood fades to indigo...



Yo, can we find love here?
Is it underneath the back porch
swept between the cracks of a trapped choice,
I want to see my options clear,
If there's only negativity and violence, shit I'll live a life of silence,
exchanging my love for non-compliance,
a quiet shift, I went from city to secluded island, inside myself,
no one could reach me, lost the teaching touch,
we're all identical, fading diamonds lost in the rough,
becoming minerals,
sirens blaring, my souls aglow,
staring at stains,
scarlet blood fades to indigo,
blood fades to indigo,
blood fades to indigo...

Track Name: Carl Sagan (Featuring Drea: The Vibe Dealer) Produced by Colin Mulhern

You feel the pale blue dot spinning again

Rotations of a marble free floating on the cosmic winds.

Its scary ain't it?

Maybe a better word's "exhilarating"

careening through the cosmos with a lasso round our last hopes

for real

I used to feel no bigger than an average anthill in the face of the vastness of space

a bad deal

cruel existence trick, noticed cause Im sentient,

can anything have purpose when the earth just seems so purposeless?

Then bang,

not big but a small change

started reading books by Carl Sagan round the 10th grade

They were strange and shed some light

gave me size like overnight

internalized some quotes

that gave importance to my life



Crashing through the universe,
Looking for your space,
Madness written in your veins,
Searching for the proper words,
to write about your race,
madness written in your veins....

verse 2:

Everyone of us is precious,

Even the ones you disagree with still contribute to the cosmic perspective

Lets elect to respect this

Well get to watch each other flourish feel the tendrils of the universe be nourished

the weight of kindness tends to tip the scales

theres not a hint that help will come from elsewhere in order to save us from ourselves

as below then so above

we have to know its up to us

for small creatures such as we

this life is bearable only through love

as the cosmic dust calls to us

remain curious to its wealth

we are the universe universe experiencing itself

trust imagination like a rocket ship

go beyond your own wealth


Verse 3:







stare at us tonight

like hi

from the sky

who are you?

who am i?

we be we

so dont cry


yours is mine

laid to rest

then we rise

in distress

so am i

we be we


that fact

what was that




stay calm

no alarm

with my arms

ill protect

you stars

thats forever

we be we

fading clever

in this

ultimate endeavor


each others treasure

like a baby


the fossil

not benign

never hostel

just indifferent

like our father

we be we

ever larger


the same martyr

Track Name: C'est La Vie (Featuring Vaniya) Produced By Jeff Austin


Hey lil Vaniya,
how you doing?
I know the stuff I talk about be kinda sounding so tough, but so what?
You can handle it!
You're smart enough, the world is rough, but you can manage it,
just lead with love and you can lean on your family.
Don't be embarrassed, ask for help when you're panicking
still learning myself, some things are constant not a fantasy
like my support and love for anything you stand to be,
such is life
I'll tell you some things you probably don't remember
Like when you were two i played guitar for you in cold December.
You cried so much but when you heard me pluck them open strings
them tears would dry, them eyes alive with thought and hopeful things.
I knew right then I'd never let you face this world alone
without the knowledge that the art can heal a broken soul.
Ill teach you know so maybe later you can teach me
so here's a lesson you can learn that we can both sing


Never listened to what the television told you,
Never let another person control you
You're a queen, everything that you dream you'll receive
if you fall ill be there by your side
Ces't la vie...

(Vaniya repeats)


Hey ladybug, you know you getting so big,
I know they tell you to grow up but have fun being a kid,
the television is just fiction
turn it off so you can listen
to your heart that speaks with diction
hope you practice your addition and subtraction
make your mother happy
pick up a book to see the world inside your brain and map it.
Ill be right here for any questions that may puzzle you.
may not have all the right solutions to what troubles you.
But Imma try, such is life, you know I got your back,
Ill tell you stories when i'm bored you know I'm good at that.
Sometimes you scare me when you speak because you learn so quick.
I know the world will try to mold you to adapt to it.
But be a leader, take the harder route and carve your path.
Stay open hearted, it's cathartic when you get to laugh.
I teach you know so maybe later you can teach me,
so here's a lesson you can learn but we can both sing:


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