We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Peace, Fam (prod. by Eiigo Groove)

from Peace, Fam by Mykele Deville

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $1 USD  or more

     

lyrics

Damn,

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?

Uh.

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,

yeah.

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,

dig?

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:



PEACE FAM!

PEACE FAM!

GONNA TAKE THESE CHAINS OFF ME!

DO THE SAME FOR MY FAMILY!

SPREAD THE LOVE SO WE CAN ALL GET FREE!

PEACE FAM!

PEACE FAM!

PEACE FAM!

GONNA TAKE THESE CHAINS OFF ME!

DO THE SAME FOR MY FAMILY!

SPREAD THE LOVE SO WE CAN ALL GET FREE!

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

REVOLT,

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)

credits

from Peace, Fam, released April 6, 2017
Produced By: Eiigo Groove

Vocal Accompaniment By: KiKi Layne, Mckenzie Chinn, Brok Mende, Trig, Tony Piazza

Engineered By: Brok Mende

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

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

contact / help

Contact Mykele Deville

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Mykele Deville, you may also like: