Re​:​Purpose

by brokeMC

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released 24 April 2013

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brokeMC Brooklyn, New York

brokeMC has been an innovator of the Indie NYC rap scene for ten years. Releasing three solo albums, collaborating on three albums with the famous MINDSpray Crew, and countless other cameos and contributions, he is a prolific creative force and active supporter of the NYC music community.

brokeMC believes in revolutions of heart and mind, expansion of soul and spirit, and evolution of perception.
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Track Name: The Flow
So
lemme break it down for ya, it’s not as easy As it
looks to run with the bulls and butt Heads with the
best of em, there ain’t a Recipe or strategy to
test your luck Cause the dice are gonna roll
no matter how you throw and no one really knows

when their number’s up, so
go all in, spin the wheel, throw caution to the
whirlwind, pins and needles on your skin from the
high dive and this is what it feels like to finally be

alive. lets be honest you been holding back since
that little something something started to attract dust
but the symptom’s the result of succumbing to the bull
instead of grabbing those horns and never letting

go. Let’s go, let’s feel the flow as it
heats up our blood and speeds up the pulse,
the rhythm of the mission, conditions are critical
so get lifted and we’ll levitate the whole citadel
Track Name: Wishing You Well
Things are looking up, they’re looking grand, they’re looking brighter
I’m not sure how I got here, and I’m not sure what the time is
Been tryin’ to get in touch with God, but he’s treating me like Midas
Laissez faire in love and war, shoulda known money was a virus

I fell into the dream, they promised it’d be quick and painless
Thrown into the mouth of madness, a gaping cave of pagans
Dancing in the dark with Bjork and all her favorite sadists
With nothing left to do but stay awake and get faded

I guess I paid admission, plus I paid off all the cops
I paid my weight in gold to the piper and his entourage
Surrounded myself with beautiful phantoms and debutantes
Shiny faces tryin hard not to look me in the eyes

At the bottom of the wishing well
There’s a place we can all disappear

Well I guess it goes to show there ain’t no right or wrong
And you never know what you got til it’s gone and left you alone
Your friends turn into paper machete and your women are silicone
In a zone of smoke and broken mirrors so what do you really know?

A joke’s a joke and I love to laugh but this one’s getting old,
An overdose of thunder claps and pretty maids all in a row.
Another year gone up in smoke, a magic trick to dust and bones,
A savage sip of southern comfort zones to make my hunger go.

But somewhere there’s an answer to the shadows and their dancing
Where the nights are less polluted by the jack o’ lantern’s laughing,
Where we can pat the Buddha bellies while all the genies lamping,
And we’ll all turn into fishes and all the wishes will be granted.