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Every Damn Day People

from Seeing Things by brokeMC

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Miss Marie sings so pretty

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Where my people at? Beat freakers and heat seekers
Revolutionary leaders, street sweepers and peace keepers
deep thinkers linking with similar beasts of burden
carrying knowledge like apple trees carry serpents

these chariots of fire carry various desires
to tear open my eyes like flares up in the night sky
finally aware of my position in these times to be a beacon of light keeping the feeling alive.

all day every damn day
too much work and not enough play
all day every damn day
trappen in a pattern to manage the dismay

On the street in the sun I ride the beat and the drums
while the people speed on I write and try to keep up
it's so easy to shrug off freeze up and sleep on
go home puff weed and turn the TV on

but I be the type of freak to eat candy from strangers
while most folks don't know their family from their neighbors
love less than rapists or rough sex in cages
gettin locked down like storm doors protecting the basement

But I'll be a savage oasis bringin it back to the basics
and cracking the case like sherlock with my canonball cadence
I got a habit of making my mark scratching with car keys
like trying to find a pulse in the tin man's arteries

These heart beats speaking deeper truths than sharp beaks
on harpies, barkeeps and carnies and if
the carnage is high and I need some advice
I put my ear to your chest and get the meaning of life

to my people
people of the earth
step a little closer and show me where it hurts
to my people
people of the planet
we can make it better but we gotta understand it

I am everyday people

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I don't think anybody really knows what it's all about, there's no
plot synopsis, summary or rundown,
We're just a bunch of tongue in cheek,
bumblebee drones
living as humble beings til the queen's on the phone, then it's talk a lotta nada tryna polish up yer shine.
And bait the hook proper so she swallows all your lines,
a sugar momma's grand for all your criminal designs,
just make sure to keep her eyes off all your dimes on the side.
and have the time of your life,
enjoy the bumps and the grind,
let the smoke fill your lungs
and slowly open your eyes
there's an ocean of lies tryna swallow and choke ya
and a bunch of dopes tryna twist yer gizzard in their ropes,
cause they've given up their hope, so
they're grabbin at yours
as if it had the answer they were clamoring for
and it's harder than ever just to remember how to feel
but if we put our heads together maybe we can find what's real.

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from Seeing Things, released April 28, 2008
Dozer made the beat and mixed it. Check him out at onceabook.com

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brokeMC Brooklyn, New York

Since 2005, brokeMC has been an innovator of the Indie NYC rap scene. Releasing five 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. ... more

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