charles (grant): oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh? (how what when where who and what to extent?) something’s going wrong in the world today people lacking love living off the hate (and deafening despair) the hate (paired with desperate prayers) the innocent die, evil multiplies living in a lie, waiting for our demise (and the rise of that which is despised: we cry) can we get to the time we spread love all of the time? (perhaps a backtrack or lapse in the fervent fascination with the faster more fastidious nation nigh complacent through impatience) can we get to the time we spread love all of the time? (a future instance or in an instant this: the present presence of the world’s residents in harmonious resonance) cause you never when its time to leave and i wanna spread love with all my peeps and I just wanna say thank you for every single thing and i love you just in case you ain’t heard it from me lately. (doubled) cause you never when it’s time to leave and i wanna spread love with all my people now just to let you know that i care for you (yea x3) charles verse: im tryna be more appreciative of the people in my life cause I know that I could likely be gone by tonight today wasn’t promised and tomorrow isn’t given. so im just tryna love with all the time i’ve been given don’t wanna spend no time on the bs don’t wanna reject your love and respect without it it’s a void in your heart from the turmoil that tore you apart and I don’t wanna be like that i don’t wanna be fighting hating everyday of my life man i wanna be like god everyday and all night with love stronger than the grip of a python but what do i know? its hard cause there are these thoughts but this thing called love got me feeling “aww man” what do I know? and I just want to continue being in love’s venue. grant verse: l-o-v-e i apostrophe vexing past apologetic i’ve seen the logic in apollo and the path i should have followed hindsight leaves no room to be so go ahead, about-face and see: the soul for the sorrow it borrows from its fellows hallowed to the fallow gallows and the brief guillotine of grief that provoked the rest to smile such guile the leviathan of lucifer imparted upon the impartial farce this aforementioned love is the act of ascension over barbed-wire fences and certainly ends with bloodied palms but not without freedom so bleed them dry for your neighbor and yourself and let those you love know the touch of a hand branded help fertile sands sifting through agile fingers lingering in the garden harken: our world is eden - we can take it or leave it … and only be heard if we speak of it. crawl back o’er aged wall’s thorns to a paradise we left scorned: children of peace and love reborn.

chorus: girl i know you’re good for me and i know i’m good for you and i swear i like you 'round cause i learn so much from you i don’t wanna hurt you bad i don’t wanna break your heart i just wanna learn from love can you help me play my part? i’ll be honest girl it’s scary to think that you’re all mine sometimes i wonder if we run away from love by design but i don’t wanna hurt you bad i don’t wanna break your heart i just wanna learn from love can you help me play my part, baby? charles: baby baby i sho do miss ya i smile when i go through pictures i reminisce on the times i was witcha where the photo captures my happiness and i hope that i see you in a couple of days before you take off on that plane ride to spain can’t say i appreciated you at first but ever since i started girl it aint been the same love the way you cook, love the way you walk, and tho you sound funny girl i love way you talk love the way you care, love the way you’re there and you just being honest makes me love the way you share got me wanting to open up to you get a blanket and then snuggle up to you got me wanting to tell you nothing but the truth and embracing my feelings like it’s nothing to lose and i ain’t even thought about a future with anybody else but something bout you just got me feeling different affecting my feelings and i ain’t trying to run girl i’m all the way with it. (x2) grant hook (with chorus): i think you might be good for me and i think i might be good for you and you know that i like you ‘round cuz of everything that we do don’t wanna be hurt and i don’t wanna be broken i just want to learn from love could you please just show me my part … all mine? … every time... don’t wanna be hurt and i don’t wanna be broken i just want to learn from love cuz i can’t bear us being apart grant: when our youth are misguided from the start what a fool i was to think making art meant making art oh but sweet darling what we did was no shame oh and sweet darling i love you all the same but i think i love the rush of knowing i could have had you, but now it’s lost and my god: disembodied bits of some snow-fallen fraud how it feels to fuck everyone i know i should not ever have touched and ever how your touch lingers in my hair but passes with each and every passing year that i wait…to say… and baby baby i never call you baby do i (oh, no, no) and baby baby will i ever quite explain why… perhaps one day i’ll try but until then… chorus/hook charles (grant) bridge: i think i like what i see (like what i see) and you’re wearing off on me (wearing off on me) and if i don’t say so myself (don't say so) i think you’re good for my health (good for my) so i don’t want it to leave (no no no no) no i don’t want it to leave (no no no no) no i don’t want it to leave (no no no no) no i don’t want it to leave. (oh god no) cuz it feels so good (feels so good) if it should come to you (comin' from you) and there's so many people (so many people) who don't know what it could do (don't know what it could do) so i don’t want it to leave (no no no no) no i don’t want it to leave (no no no no) no i don’t want it to leave (no no no no) no i don’t want it to leave. (please don't ever go)

charles verse: inspired to be a writer temporarily limited cause it’s way more skills to gain in this world of infinite possibilities and i’m working on my penmanship tryna craft a cooler style put a little spin on it hey hey hey coming with the remedy know that you been hearing music but not really feeling it hopefully to you this here is more like the blue pill in this matrix of the major music making and we killin it breaking em’ down…not barriers cause this ain’t profound but the way we kickin it makes em’ wanna get down sit down, knod their heads twice then bounce to the store pay a fraction of the price for the cd now laugh if you want, half if you want laugh if you want, half of you won’t that’s the problem with the music these days the cats that’s coming with the cool shit aint getting no play so I just sit back listening to the disk that inspires me to make some ish i can kick back to hopefully it will inspire you to create that new strain for to crumble in your zigzag i hear the riff raff of everyday mixed tracks get mad thinking to myself if that’s all you gon do well you should get back stop playing round with h.e.r. bounce let a real n**** hit that hook: either you fuckin bitches or slangin that ye either you poppin pills or you hittin that hay this the type of ish that makes me question hey is this the type of music that i want to hear everyday? either you shooting niggas and you sprayin that k or teaching youngins that its cool to just fade away this the type of ish that makes me question hey is this the type of music that i want to hear everyday? no disrespect (but put this in your tape deck) x4 charles verse: no disrespect to the people from the areas where the news cameras won’t go cause they scared of ya where the problems get so deep but the world won’t acknowledge cause society decided that the hood won’t important. i know that people get shot on the daily, youngins spray heat and it’s hard to find safety and i wish it won’t like that. type ish make me think the government just don’t like black but then i see it from another perspective sometimes i think the reason we’re not respected is because all they think we really do is shoot and kill each other contract aids, drug addicted, rob and steal from each other and the assigned perception doesn’t help when all they see is only niggas, bitches, hoes poppin’ molly on t.v. funny thing is that’s what they all wanna be many who ain’t black but they deny all that if we could tap into our true potential we’d be for sure instead of fighting each other each and everywhere we go we can’t even come together for the doe see us on t.v. we’re at each other’s throat bitch nigga this bitch nigga that so this nigga hit and disfigured that hoe thank willie lynch cause we can’t come together for nothing conflicted the whole time fucking bitches getting money outro: they say everybody wanna be black cause we’re super cool but its unity that we lack (x3) put this in your tape deck

hook: imma make it with this music or work minimum wage for life shut the fuck up if you don’t get down if you don’t get down shut the fuck up if you don’t get down grant: odd introduction to amateur ostentatiousness cybersex with an italian dancer of dubious authenticity so for her i wrote a symphony or two just kiddin’ – i didn’t but i would love to be fifteen again and have women sit on me while i sit in front of ivories feel me? they certainly did way back when way back when when I was like fifteen listen or get a word in edge wise hit ‘em the dead eye vision you know – the look people give when they’re not even listening so regarding that shit i wrote this symphony: (decidedly non-symphonic skat) dammit you can count on my not counting correctly and speaking with the wrong syllable heightened phonetically but that statement is one of utter irrelevancy save for the bit about counting turns out i was sixteen when i first frot with a felicitous and fancy flirty feminine friend atop my lap whilst raptly tapping the blacks and whites of an aged upright refracting pitch off of kiss off of lip touching tit you can say that again: pitch off of kiss off of lip touching tit forgive me father for i have lived hook charles: yo they say i’ll have to work minimum wage for writing rhymes into a page i’m fighting time as the pendulum swings i analyze the world all the critical things my folks say i’m too serious think less and breathe charlie for what it’s worth i’m tryna fulfill a purpose i’ve lived too but still need direction and clear view cause living life in your rearview is traffic trapped in the past when the present calls for action but cameras flashing assassins’ hammers blastin’ while i’m in the mansion ain’t quite the way i’ve fashioned my life to be i’d like to be inspiration in the waiting with a life i’ve paved for me fall seven times get up eight i gotta whole lot to learn as i live each day and i graciously and gratefully accept the steps that the good lord done paved for me losing potential i’d hate to see i’m tryna track it like from a-z…stay on course with it forfeiting’s a disgrace to me, i’m tryna mold it like form-fitting sittin’ craftin’ a plan to bring heat when it’s cold like warm mittens first i thought it was wack to say that but listen to it enough i bet you’ll give it a playback and i don’t wanna say i’m dripping swag it’s just a version of the gift of gab now days i don’t puff much weed or hit the black, i just sit relax, hear the voice on the track i recorded play it back till i feel like i’m digging that. hook charles vocal improvisation outro

chorus: sex... and raspberries don’t grow on trees darling autumn is abandoning her hold on me i said autumn is abandoning her hold on me... hook: SHOUT! no ear hears you ‘cept a sneer next door neighbor bored four am locked lips with a french whore and a locked door such ardor so SHOUT! charles: it won’t appear till the deeper you get you won’t see clear till you fall deep way beneath the abyss hindsight is 20-20 music’s more about the money and we’re getting disenchanted with that ish that we hear. feel me? we them cats on the horizon it’s more money more problems more hoes rising no money still problems no hoes by you i guess that money brings something that we wouldn’t have without it but me i’m in it for the options i’m watchin for opportunity to build my stock up properly poppa you got me skinny niglet but i rock it stocky bit that word after skinny from the rapper “rocky” heard it in one of his songs decided to copy on the mic never flowin' sloppy never been played by your disk jockey but listen here this the kid flowing call of duty special oppy while you been to used to toffee watered down not even a quarter pound with cheese i swear the rappers ain’t bringing the beef but i give em’ chicken teriyaki. my homie flows hibachi I guess we’re giving em lyrical tai chi from japanese to chinese give em’ two sides of the white and the black for these cats, simese. yin yang, yo my pen game is insane you better dim sum before you catch two fangs to your membrane. chorus/hook grant: oh the heart ache and hardship when your hard on hurts and your heart is well - out to sea per se and lovely lady’s lookin’ a little bit perky hey, keep it mainland man damn the whole fam’s in the band sayin’ I heard he likes his vagina from china, well fine then but if i was the same man who sunk her then swam with you, rude; truth i rap ‘cuz I want to same way the dick do why else, fuck you something like literally i figure but haven’t you seen like literally, your figure? lately fun with words before the d-s add an ell and have them speechless: international at least that’s where my less admirable tendencies lie if all you want is a little death we might as well just die (aside; use this time to rise an idea intellectual regarding sex, right?) sorry i had to waltz away from the mic for a minute, [obit] simply was too deep in it crazy, sure got love for them 80’s babies but don’t mind me see i prefer them 90’s heinies puns are outdated and darling yes, i’m certainly dawdling often as a mondegreen genius fuck you i reuse lines as i see fit and pause (drowning) and those none of you left still listening should probably be in awe; raw and frowning.

chorus: you're drifting christopher you're drifting god dammit wake up you're drifting the car is drifting oh no no no flip and asphalt's in your hip as polarized bits of despair hit the demarcations of a sinking visage we hidden are drifting charles: hey god heavenly father can you holler if ya hearin me? i need your ears for a little bit i know you’re probably dealing with other thangs but i just had to take some time to get this off my brain and let my mind clear a bit i am uncertain of the voices i hear don’t know if it’s you or some other forces coming in clear and yes my mind gets scatter brained when i drift sometimes my train of thought is sane but there are days when i slip and doubt everything that i know sometimes i wonder why i second guess this shit cause all it does is bring me stress and that’s to no benefit of my own i know these problems are created on my own from all the complicated misinterpretations in my dome i feel you gave-a me-a beautiful-a gift-a to use but sometimes i feel like it’s not what you want me to do and in those moments of frustration all i do is get confused i try to walk the clearer path but it’s like i got no view i got the sole but no shoes. it makes my notes seem so blue and that’s the reason why i’m reading out this note-a to you so hey god, can you hear me cause i really need some aid cause these thoughts they get stronger like each and everyday chorus grant: i don't know where you are right now but occasionally i wear one of the dress shirts you left in my dorm room shirked after pack on pack of kamel reds with a k the ones our good ole boys smoked in world war a at least that's what you used say remember when we both had mohawks except they were fauxhawks because dose one had a fauxhawk well, i do vicadin, valium, vehemence gentlemen, genuine denizens swimming in bourbon, vodka and mescaline i was your telamon your columnar skeleton candle roman scholarly cherubim my idol: you were him. and when you requested a benjamin and the key to my prius solo midnight ride to virginia to cradle some other collegiate woman whose father was also dying of course i said of course just be safe take care of her take care of yourself as well well it was that same parking lot a year later winter november where and when your mother told me you’d been in another accident. chorus fin.

hook: give no fucks like abstinence fuck like we drunk on absinthe synth pads fresh off absynth mutate parameters: random to be candid (and to be candid...) grant: i wanna pose nude for lewd black and white photos and blow up your gay friend’s tumblr dashboard there’s coke on the dashboard and isaac seems to make more sense in dashboard i’m fishing for broom persons and still in love with boris yeltsin fucking anna lee and i’m screaming delirium poor child, pour out your soul on linoleum tip-toeing on a summer morning across linoleum i used to muse on the sound of an artistic fuck buddy tip-toeing on a summer morning across linoleum youthful passion automatic tim is dead, whatever, i’ve always liked your purse, might i write you a letter? or two for serious though i’m delirious and i’m certain it shows we’ve done this song already it seems time for another story torn apart at chronological seams: when I was fifteen I preferred to hang out nude on lake piers with women who would take up modeling in their later years church camp is a parent’s worst fear you’ve no idea i saw a kid get fucked with a broomstick by a pastor’s son preaching “who’s next?” and don’t we all feel quite blessed community in communion; such ruthless righteousness? and what’s so very cruel is that everything on this album is true except those foils concerning young addict miss katherine and everything else that isn’t true hook charles: i don’t wanna pose nude for lewd black and white photos or blow up your gay friend’s tumblr dashboard but should a photo arise and to my surprise, if you see yo just cover your eyes i snapped some shots back in the day eleventh grade with this chick over aim who said her name was renee but on some real man that chick was bogus i sent a photo of my piece with every bit in focus but in return all I received were these people askin’ of me to send a side shot to show em’ how i’m packin p-lease i’m like nah, i decline. but got nine friend requests right after that here come the after math so should I ever become famous and they mention that shit and these photos of my piece pop up on wireless traffic please don’t criticize me after looking for the image through search engines on your bed mattress why? cause i can see the interviews and i know how they gon taint the image too but just remember you made it popular to discuss with your crew and im fine laughing at it in the back of my mind. hook