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P​.​T​.​P (Produced by Colin Mulhern)

from each one, teach one by Mykele Deville

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they're after you. and they won't listen.

lyrics

(Verse)

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:

Chorus:

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)


Verse:

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:

(chorus)

credits

from each one, teach one, released August 27, 2016
Chris Lee is God.

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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,
adorned,
with melanin.
The sands
in the clock,
They tick
and they tock,
ya dig?
... more

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