Peace, Fam

by Mykele Deville

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Peace - Freedom from civil disturbance or violence. Freedom from or the cessation of war or violence. Used as a greeting. A state of quiet tranquility.

Fam - You.

This album was written in three weeks and recorded in one.


released April 6, 2017

Song Backing & Accompaniment: KiKi Layne, Mckenzie Chinn, Sam Trump, Tony Piazza, Brok Mende, Trig

Audio Engineer: Brok Mende

Recorded & Engineered @ Audiotree


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Mykele Deville Chicago, Illinois

+Poet Rapper+
+Chicago +

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: Black Maker: Make (prod. by Malci)
Verse 1:

It's 7:46,

Im at my window crushing love into this morning spliff,

just watching the doves & seagulls.

White birds mingle and crowd my empty ledges, not absurd,

we all float higher to reaven and feel the reverence.

Inhale the essence, blow it away.

Poner on many lessons learned creating God in a day.

X's and O's, sketchings in my journals of prose,

my margins screaming marginalized,

I think I'm getting better with the eyes.

Flip the pages, track the progress.

We done came a ways from minimum wage and filling projects,

honest to goddess fam, we got this.

Expose imposter prophets with a peace offering,

Hoping it rinses the grease up off him, leat we trying something.

New solutions help the story unfold,

bystanders keep the story on hold,

find the roots in the soil of your soul,

dirty fingers in the earth grab hold:



Growing like the rose in the snow

Yo I know,

They told us that's impossible,

that's just an obstacle like when your mind under matter,

defy yo own laws of nature,

you can edit the chapter.

Just let your soul, glow.

Growing like the rose in the snow

Yo I know,

They told us that's impossible,

that's just an obstacle like when your mind under matter,

defy yo own laws of nature,

you can edit the chapter.

Verse 2:


Mothers on their way to work,

and brothers with them baggy shirts,

and corner stores on neutral turf,

and uncle drinking plastic bottle whiskey,

add the filthy and the few,

it equals you,

and homie with the golden tooth who always screaming from his stoop,


Hungry babies,

bag ladies,

hipsters dressing like the 80's,

bang the music they would play me singing la-di-da-di,

fathers armor-all-ing tires on the big bodies,

sisters sneaking out the back to try and make the party.

Gangstas out there telling jokes,

and preachers tryna sell you hope,

and plays craving loos smokes up in them stairways,

and brothers marking on the wall cause it's fair game

and little sister writing poems on her birthday:

we got this,

we are the authors,

the culture doctors,

so we create the peace we want to see instead of profit,

we can stop this,

generate some options,

and let our heart take hold:

(Chorus 2x)

Track Name: Peace, Fam (prod. by Eiigo Groove)

Can't a brother just stroll through the park

with his headphones on when it's dark,

with his hat tipped low and a mouthful of spark,

Jill Scott in his ear with some love in his heart?


In the city that depends where you at huh?

If you're light skinned, puerto rican, or black, what.

Mexican denizen in his backyard.

Brown woman in a headscarf.

Let my colorful people free float,

at least give us two like shooting free throws.

West to the south no shooting, please no

in the C-H-I-C-A-G-O,

We need some epiphanies for the peripheries,

we can treat our lives like a symphony,

a little empathy instead of infantry,

throw some love on the beat, high-key high key.

Float like a butterfly sting like a bee,

oh peace to the most high, King Ali,

teaching skinny little black boys just like me

gotta think on your feet

gotta think on your feet, Hey!

We can see another day if we maintain,

feel the force of the left and the right brain,

grab hold til you learn how to take aim,

pop the knowledge, fuck a loan for college.

We can be ourselves in this panorama.

We ain't gotta front like we all Obama.

Rock a grill with a suit when you're downtown too,

kinky hair don't care who you scare,


Take up space with intention,

everybody gonna have to learn to pay attention,

yes alright might cause a little tension,

but won't beg to forgive my existence,


Seems so little but the truth is big,

Don't need to guess what the symptom is,

Bet together we can find a cure,

We can save anything worth fighting for,

i this trumped up battle of a culture war,

unite to fight for rights not the same as yours.

We can be the dream that the King used to think about,

Hold hands and expand now everybody screaming out:












We must try,

you know why,

we'll never get by,

if we lie.

We must try,

you know why,

we'll never get by,

if we lie.

Stay alive.

Peace - Freedom from civil disturbance or violence. Freedom from or the cessation of war or violence. Used as a greeting. A state of quiet tranquility.

Fam - You.

Is it wrong to just believe?

Do you think I'm being naive?

Wanna stop my chosen fam from grieving, grieving.

Have we just tried to conceive,

visions that we receive,

we always dream but not achieving, achieving,

of course we can pull it off, yeah,

take pride in some radical self care

treat your friends like you treat yourself

love their smile never loven their wealth

if youre wrapped up tight let your soul unwind,

know first change takes place in the mind


yo we're the one's that's in control

all in together we're powerful.

Finding the calm is an art,

wild brush strokes will ease any heart,

just breathe,

sharpen the mind with serenity,

see what you want but take what you need.

Is it wrong to want reprieve?

Do you think hope is naive?

Want to keep my little brother breathing, breathing.

Can we just tried to believe

the theories that we speak,

we always dream but never screaming, screaming

(Chorus 2x)
Track Name: Mingus Baby (prod. by Maschine Monk)

Them black boys carve pain into their backs
Spending youth hiding panic attacks
Taught to worship self annihilation and keeping that secret in tact
Just choosing to live be a radical act, its real and dont I know it

Verse 1:

I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles
Tagging repression I couldn't handle like a vandal
Depression got me searching for where the signal scrambled
I need to pinpoint
I roll a thin joint
But then i think, is this alleviation?
Or just another way to numb and keep my feet escaping...
A shackled slave tackling runaway thoughts
Dont know what to do if i caught one
Negotiating patience on the outskirts of plantations
"I wanna live, I wanna try!"
The thought be yelling up to me with panic in its eyes it buys some time
Disguised as reflection
I'm staring straight into a message:
Ancestral psyche was neglected then affected.
Shit I know it ain't no mystery.
Black & Brown retain the pain of human history
Abstain from seeking help
It may be tainted by a system made to help me hate myself
So fuck some therapy
Don't need no charity
I cant afford it lord
And now disorders got me sketching branching storyboards
Different agendas, mood shifting
I'm getting slender
My anger speaking foreign languages,
Cryptic dilemmas
I cant decipher feeling trapped like im on Rikers Island
Just wanna start the dialogue yall
Its hard to do it through these brick walls
Mental cement halls we tend to get lost
Just wondering, hovering over pitfalls
I try to think upon my great ghosts
They must've had to find some peace to keep from losing hope
Critiqued the scope of genius
Black brilliance sold as fiendish
You cant be great unless you battle with some inner demons
That's how they sell it right?

They say he angry like Mingus, baby
Probably manic like Thelonius Monk
Look how his pride shrunk
Eyes shut
Is he about to get violent?
Yo why he screaming, never smiling?


Verse 2:

This trauma generational,
passed down, irreplaceable.
Entangled in the roots
survive that we inspirational
lopsided ratios
its a thin line between breaking cycles and taking lives,
we dancing on it.
The rhythm romantic,
the river of madness overflowing,
The feeling is frantic,
just being alive moment to moment,
knowing you ain't really got no help
when the city making clubs out of centers built for health
yo that's bullshit.
But we ain't new to this we true to this creating bliss,
there be some hideous beauty inside the crevices,
our preference should be relieving where the pressure is,
we not nobody's fucking specimens,
our vulnerability ain't a liability,
we have to find that utility in our sensitivity,
it's all we got
I try my best to have the right exchange,
cause when I look up in the mirror I want to see change.
its real but:

(Chorus 2x)

Verse 3:

Echoes in my mind saying keep it quiet.
Echoes in my mind tryna stop the fire rising but I'm non-compliant.
I can't control when I burst, drink attention like I'm thirsty, it hurts me.
Im swelling with that paine mane.
I think America's against me tricked me saying Freedom v. Liberty
then pumped me full of false identity.
Yo of course I'm hearing voices, no choice,
just hone in on the one the one that's screaming:
please get your brother out them streets yo
please get your mother out them street yo
please get your sister out them streets yo
please get your neicey out them streets with
please get your nephew out them streets with
please try to do it with these beats like
please tell the truth when you speak like
please help the youth cause they you, yo
please stay alive know it's hard find
please know you're loved that's a start find
please take some time for yourself find
please put the pride on the shelf find

Find Peace 5x
Track Name: Oddity (prod. by Colin Mulhern)
Once upon a time

or twice if you didn't listen,

a brother broke formation to follow his own ambition,

a secret mission,

clandestine like Snake Plisken.

He trailed behind the pack

he let them go and that was that.

It's hard to say when he noticed his shiny difference,

an ancient intuition that threatened his old position like,

deep in the spirit, right?

Something was calling

The vision of a wildchild

howling at the moon foul.

Feeling fresh like I rose from the concrete.

Muddy flesh but I'm sunkissed honestly.

A solid tree and viably just might start a new dynasty with my team.

Figure that I fuel the growth with my dreams

Plant seeds on a breeze of a thought in my head,

photo-photo synthesis,

we break bread with an emphasis on staying fed,

never hungry.

Never gave a fuck about the money.,

green paper burning in a pile by the hundreds and its funny

what you really thinks valuable.

Final goal: stay malleable,

Im loving me til I'm infallible.

Interdimensional intersectionality,

cross connect communal dialect combat the bleak,

plotting missions,

creating definitions,

you know them silly superstitions need a reinvention,

so listen or miss it,

this Peace that I'm equipped with,

conditions the wicked,

eviscerates the sickness with the quickness,

like magic to mystics,

I conjure comprehension,

tap the brain light,

shock therapy to misfits,

as I dispense with artistic linchpins,

them villains better send some henchmen,

cause I'm just getting warmer.

Temperatures rose like hot combs on the stove,

you know the way the games getting told so, yo:

Attention listen a message of great significance,

the aliens have finally landed in our midst

but this is not a science fiction flick for skeptics to dismiss again,

We have witnessed it, by god we have witnessed it.

Is god even listening?

Thunderous feel,

just spittin the real

proclaimed that his name was Deville,

then the ground started shaking,

the makers started making,

the breakers started breaking,

and the fakers started hesitating.

His natural force tapped into a healing source,

of course his voice had lost a few deaf ears,

let them drink them tears,

cause the mothership ain't never waiting,

you want aboard start levitating, meditating.

You know escape gon be yo best investment,

he came to leave a message,

of that unadulterated black excellence.

Who the best, who the best here?

A black man took raised his hand,

took a stand,

there was no fear.

You leading the conversation,

you leading the congregation,

you're leaving no complications, whats, whens, or worries.

Start the ship up in a hurry,

Deville slapped him a five,

then flew off to outer space,

keeping wonder alive.

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