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#15D ART HOUSE GOALS -SEASON FINALE PART IV OF IV

Fri, 10 Feb 2023 04:45:00 -0400

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Thank you so much for listening, really YOU whoever YOUS are… we’ll hats off to YOUS.

THIS IS PART IV OF THE SEASON FINALE….

Over the past year or so it has been a wild time to say the least. Creatively it has been a revelation, personally umm.. closer to a wreck, and in one case literally a wreck.

We’ve always had an ambitious vision for H V B R, the last year and a half has brought us something unexpected and most of the creative attention and resources have gone into building up this aspect of H V B R. The toughest element is balance, how do we bridge what we’ve been trying to accomplish with what we’ve found and leverage it into something more grand… we’re at the heels of it now, you’ll hear from us soon.

-H V B R (High Volume Beelaash{luxury in the Bengali language} Recordings

2/10/23

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The content :

Grass Clippings on a coffe table

Gold bond around the way so

I slam the door get out my face bro

Fast forward 13 years crashed Romeo

Thats an object those not stable

Days got gone , and my face feel foreign

I am strong (though) I am dormant

My mind is touring kind (of) like Mormon

Can I get a moment of clarity

It’s so many wrongs don’t remember me

Eyes to the sky like hey surprise

We don’t want the doors we just want the life

Hey Cinderella my shoes are better

Gaultier glasses cordovan leather

You make it rain I switch the weather

Temper tantrums this is a ransom

Life so random and I’m so huh

Let it rain, let’s make a way

Don’t want my goals to be MIA

Paper planes paper boats

Payin for pain man that don’t float

Hey Hiawatha need praise from my father

Need a place and some water

Diving in whiskey streams

I’ll keep risking dreams

Cuff it all night we ain’t go no sense of losses

We ain’t all right life is a monster

Riding to old ways do what cha wanna

Drama brings woe

Baba dreamt gold

Turmeric color skin

I don’t settle for a Benz

Upended and rooted

Man ain’t this some bullshit

Toolys that I use keep me in a noose

Really what I do is try keep it loose

Bail form the bottom I hope we don’t rot

Apple cores, Mac book stores

Save what you wanna, we’d don’t stop at more

Payless sneakers your boys on speakers

Yellow cab fares this life ain’t yeah

All roads are mine yeah

Those clothes are mine yeah

This show is mine yeah

I’m off my mind yeah

Don’t you mind me

The shows remind me

That I will not be

All that I see

Years in the making

Art house cravings

Sothebys goals

Southern fried flows

America don’t like me, mixed breed vulture

Yeah I’m vulgar, tearing at your culture

too live for my own mind

Cy twombly out the gate

Jean Miro no brakes

Car crash that’s fate

Romeo switch place (plates)

Tired a new lace

These fabrics speak magic

I own’ know how it happened

(Boar bristles I don’t fuck with pigs

That horse hair brush buff feel kind of rough)

Leather conditioners (conditioned up) don’t tell me to switch it up

If it all falls in alignment I’ll place prayers in consignment

You get one and you get one I’m far away from that LA son/sun

LA son swam pan pacific

See my face you land pacific

Going back home don’t land pacific

I look like what I’m not your eyes mean rot

We don’t funnel cake we just use it on bills

Fares (ferris/fair is) around way won’t spin you a meal (mil)

You don’t wanna raise just keeping it real

Keep it off reels, switch out the wheels

One track mining keep me in the minors

I’m trynna switch up flows go crypto

When you come from crippled you sip the piss slow

Yellow man, turmeric in my hand

With crushed black pepper, I’m out for leverage

Basquiat crowns when I come around

The glaze is ceramic I bang on patterns

Manipulate lines with my design

I’m supposed to be a lawyer, got art house goals

I’m supposed to be a writer got art house goals

My house goals outta my odd flow

All this shit mixing I’m birth off division

Won’t have my time on land mines

Fire in the works these colors bust

I don’t know what to say I just paint

Adjust my paint that come with pain

3 in the key we don’t move for free

Keep it off streets, let out my dreams

#15D ART HOUSE GOALS - Season Finale Part IV of IV

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH

WRITING BY ARVID & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

432 is the instrumental used for this episode it is from sfrbeats.com

Ep23 season 2

# 15C BLOCKING OUT ANGELS -Season Finale Part III of IV

Fri, 16 Sep 2022 03:45:00 -0400

You are tuned into part III of IV in the season finale.

We appreciate you, thanks for listening & help spread the show.

HVBR UPDATES COMING SOON

#15C BLOCKING OUT ANGELS - Season Finale Part III of IV

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH

WRITING BY ARVID & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

WHISTLE WITH ME & INCENSE ASHES are the instrumentals used for this episode they are from sfrbeats.com

# 15B LAYING IT OUT ON THE FIELD FOR ALL TO SEE -Season Finale Part II of IV

Fri, 17 Jun 2022 00:00:00 -0400

You are tuned into part II of IV in the season finale. You're listening to this and well we thank you for doing so; if you feel that this body of work has any merit please share and leave reviews, much peace to you all. For now we will forgo a third season; stay tuned EP coming this August.

#15B LAYING IT OUT ON THE FIELD FOR ALL TO SEE - Season Finale Part II of IV

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

CONCEIVE is the instrumental used for this episode it is from sfrbeats.com

# 15A ISSUES -Season Finale Part I of IV

Fri, 10 Jun 2022 16:15:00 -0400

Cheers to all those listening, this is part I of IV in the season finale. For now we will forgo a third season; stay tuned EP coming this August.

#15A ISSUES - Season Finale Part I of IV

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

Time Is Money is the instrumental used for this episode it is from sfrbeats.com

BLIP E - FELA’S ZOMBIES

Fri, 06 May 2022 00:00:00 -0400

BLIP E - FELA’S ZOMBIES

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

EDUCATION is the instrumental used for BLIP E- FELA’S ZOMBIES it is from sfrbeats.com

#14 HAZE

Fri, 15 Apr 2022 03:30:00 -0400

#14 HAZE

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

Cosmic Echoes is the instrumental used for it is from sfrbeats.com

BLIP D - FISHING FOR CROCKS

Tue, 29 Mar 2022 03:20:00 -0400

BLIP D - FISHING FOR CROCKS

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

Avenue Cats is the instrumental used for BLIP D- FISHING FOR CROCKS it is from sfrbeats.com

A PICTURE FROM THE FIRST YEAR IN AMERICA (ep 33 from MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ...)

Fri, 25 Mar 2022 03:52:00 -0400

COWBOY COFFEE is composed by our recording engineer at NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS- Glenn Schwartz, big ups to you Glenn.

From H V B R-HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS, MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ... is:

-Written by ARV & 8tATE HYE

-Narrated by BEELAASH

-Recording engineer GLENN SCHWARTZ

-EP & SHOW CREATOR ARV

-Recorded @ NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO, NC

-Music used throughout this show is STARS BURN COLD from SFRBEATS.COM

ASSURANCE (ep 32 from MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ...)

Fri, 18 Mar 2022 02:48:00 -0400

We're back next week, in between time give a listen to our other shows from

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THE 5 MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF

REPRESENTATION MATTERS

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MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ...

UNBOXING CHRISTMAS

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From H V B R-HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS, MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ... is:

-Written by ARV & 8tATE HYE

-Narrated by BEELAASH

-Recording engineer GLENN SCHWARTZ

-EP & SHOW CREATOR ARV

-Recorded @ NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO, NC

-Music used throughout this show is STARS BURN COLD from SFRBEATS.COM

MUSIC USED IN THIS PARTICULAR EPISODE IS SOULFUL COUCH FROM SFRBEATS.COM

#13 DIGITAL DIRT

Sat, 05 Mar 2022 04:54:00 -0400

#13 DIGITAL DIRT

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

HYPED KEYS is the instrumental used for SIGNALS it is from sfrbeats.com

#12 THE BOP

Fri, 18 Feb 2022 21:17:00 -0400

Your time is much appreciated.

#12 THE BOP

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

MELLOW SOUL is the instrumental used for SIGNALS it is from sfrbeats.com

#11 SIGNALS

Sat, 12 Feb 2022 03:29:00 -0400

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR TUNING IN

#11 SIGNALS

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

KEEP IT MOVING is the instrumental used for SIGNALS it is from sfrbeats.com

#10 THE SLOW DOWN

Fri, 14 Jan 2022 16:56:00 -0400

#10 THE SLOW DOWN

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

BELIEVE IN LOVE is the instrumental used for BLIP C it is from sfrbeats.com

#9 JEWELS

Fri, 07 Jan 2022 01:03:00 -0400

#9 JEWELS

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

EVERYTHING TO ME is the instrumental used for BLIP C it is from sfrbeats.com

H V B R NETWORK ANNOUNCEMENT & UPDATES

Tue, 16 Nov 2021 21:45:00 -0400

H V B R NETWORK ANNOUNCEMENT & UPDATES

THE FIVE MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF

https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9mZWVkcy5jYXB0aXZhdGUuZm0vdGhlLTUtbWludXRlLW1pbmQtd2l0aA?ep=14

NIGHT WORLD A PODCAST

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MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS, & ...

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From H V B R-HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS, MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ... is:

-Written by ARV & 8tATE HYE

-Narrated by BEELAASH

-Recording engineer GLENN SCHWARTZ

-EP & SHOW CREATOR ARV

-Recorded @ NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO, NC

-Music used on this announcement is TOAST TO FREE from SFRBEATS.COM

EP 20 FROM MUSINGS WOOLGATHERINGS & ...

Fri, 24 Sep 2021 17:59:00 -0400

We'll be back next Friday, in the mean time give a listen to another show from H V B R,

MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ...

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BLIP C AMERICA'S DREAMER

Fri, 17 Sep 2021 00:27:00 -0400

BLIP C AMERICA'S DREAMER

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

ALWAYS AND FOREVER is the instrumental used for BLIP C it is from sfrbeats.com

# 8 APPLAUSE

Fri, 10 Sep 2021 00:00:00 -0400

ep 10- TRACK # 8 APPLAUSE

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

PEACEFUL BREEZE is the instrumental used in this ep APPLAUSE it is from sfrbeats.com

# 7 AMERICAN OTHER

Fri, 03 Sep 2021 13:13:00 -0400

ep 9- TRACK # 7 AMERICAN OTHER

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

SERIOUS FLOW is the instrumental used in this ep AMERICAN OTHER it is from sfrbeats.com

BLIP B

Fri, 06 Aug 2021 00:00:00 -0400

BLIP B

WE WILL RETURN -> AUGUST 20TH

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC.

SUCCESS HIP HOP is the instrumental in BLIP B (though we heavily altered it) it is from sfrbeats.com

# 6 FALL BACK

Fri, 09 Jul 2021 04:00:00 -0400

We...the good folks @ H V B R have even more content for you to consume, you know

... if you feel like it.

Thank you.

THE 5 MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF

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MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ...

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ep 7- TRACK # 6 FALL BACK

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

DARK DREAM is the instrumental used in this ep FALL BACK it is from sfrbeats.com

# 5 MIGHT BE, LIKE ME, LIKE YOU

Fri, 02 Jul 2021 04:00:00 -0400

Want more from H V B R?

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MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ...

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ep 6- TRACK # 5 MIGHT BE, LIKE ME, LIKE

YOU

SEASON 2 - THE COLLECTION OF FIFTEEN

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

NEVER BEFORE is the instrumental used in this ep MIGHT BE, LIKE ME, LIKE YOU it is from sfrbeats.com

# 4 AT TIMES AT NIGHT

Fri, 25 Jun 2021 04:00:00 -0400

Give a listen to one of our other shows...

-THE 5 MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF -this weeks episode is about ENERGY VAMPIRES. Do they exist? Listen and find out.

#energy #vampires #energyvampires

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ep 5- TRACK # 4 AT TIMES AT NIGHT

- THE COLLECTION OF 15

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

HEAVEN is the instrumental used in this ep AT TIMES AT NIGHT it is from sfrbeats.com

# 3 TRIPPIN'

Fri, 18 Jun 2021 04:19:28 -0400

Want more content from H V B R? Be sure to give a listen to:

-MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ...

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-THE 5 MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF

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PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

Soulful Getaway & Losing Reality are the instrumentals used in this ep TRIPPIN' it is from sfrbeats.com

# 2 D.Y.K.I.K.I.

Sat, 29 May 2021 00:56:42 -0400

Want more content from H V B R? Be sure to give a listen to:

-MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ...

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-THE 5 MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF

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PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

Silly & Soulful Getaway are the instrumentals used in this ep D.Y.K.I.K.I. it is from sfrbeats.com

ALWAYS # 1

Fri, 21 May 2021 04:04:02 -0400

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-MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ...

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-THE 5 MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF

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PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC

HOLD ME DOWN is the instrumental used in this ep ALWAY S it is from sfrbeats.com

BLIP A

Sat, 15 May 2021 03:35:24 -0400

PERFORMED BY BEELAASH HYE & ARVID HYE

WRITING BY ARVID HYE & 8tATE HYE

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS

A SHOW FROM H V B R

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC.

JILLY is the instrumental in BLIP 1 it is from sfrbeats.com

From H V B R stream THE 5 MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF

Fri, 09 Apr 2021 03:19:22 -0400

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Season 2 for NWAP will be available on May 14th 2021.

From H V B R- HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS- THE 5 MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF is:

-Written by ZAF

-Narrated by ZAF

-Recording engineer GLENN SCHWARTZ

-EP & SHOW CREATOR ARV

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-EP & SHOW CREATOR ARV

-Recorded @ NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO, NC

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-Recorded @ NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO, NC

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Bars from the STRUGGLE. *SHOW ANNOUNCEMENT & NETWORK UPDATE.

Mon, 08 Mar 2021 05:46:56 -0400

Bars from the struggle & network announcement/show update.

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This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC.

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S1 ep 29- BADRUNESSA'S RUNT/ this thing we're pursuing

Sat, 19 Dec 2020 06:00:58 -0400

EP 29 BADRUNESSA'S RUNT SEASON FINALE.

WE WILL BE BACK IN 2021 FOR SEASON 2 & 3.

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S1 ep 29- BADRUNESSA'S RUNT/ this thing we're pursuing

We'll stay running it up. They emerged from the heap of ashy skin, that imperfect leather. The engine room 'green' would flake 'off the wall', chips of paint laying on top bedsheets next to crumbs of spicy tomato flavored potato crackers; he promised to 'work day and night' to restore the shells of those walls. Road no. 19 housed their family heirloom, ounish number was torn down before he could make good on his promise.

Choudhurani had high expectations for her lot. He couldn't make good on a promise to himself, to be in the company of Choudhurani's expectations was too daunting of a demand for him to address. Education was a requisite to meet those expectations, she would remind him of her demands with the word 'certificate'.

A child born to sponge the arts, he soaked up hip hop, consumed it, imbibed the culture, went to Sister Clara Muhammad's, thought of himself as Detroit Red, in a room of one he was a certified G. When G-Granny, Badrunessa asked for updates regarding his 'certificate' he was diminished to an O, a zero in bangla we called that goal. We've all got goals, but to be one, that ain't the movement. Stillborn aspirations kill bravado.

Open rooftops under the shade of coconut leaves that's God's sovereignty. God's people the poor, were under Badrunessa's care; they would clamor at the gates of ounish no. with tin vessels, and torn sari's outstretched in the hopes of receiving blessings. Blessings manifested themselves as staples, rice and such. He was dispatched as Badrunessa's emissary, employed with the distribution of those staples. She would guide him, "pour the grains in 'gently', give them some 'taka'(cash) be discreet, they may be in need, but you need to give them respect."
She was grooming him, for what? That has yet to be realized.

If we seen it how you seen it
We wouldn't be here cleaning
Long way to go
Trynna get us on
What I'm really doing?
It don't roll where you want
Lot of things to tell us
Done roll the eyes whatever
Its shit that I'm that dodging
Knees shake about him
You lone em them lord
Tell em prayers equal more
5 times and 5 percenters
My mind don't know no better
Boy I can't hold your head up
Not asking for guilt
Just know what we built
Forward the motion
Know where to open
We'll work out on both ends
Hopefully fingers crossed
No need to bring it up
We going through
We'll hold it cool it
X X 0
Got a Lambo damn
Big bank roll on that matel man
Lot lives they livin
Our minds ain't in it
Don't worry about who blessed
Or who God got up next
Hashing get it girl
Click click live thier world
Fuck I look like
Putting my life on ice
With cold blooded likes
Smiley face emoji
Ya'll don't really know me
I don't really know me
Back up into low key
Bump me up some old things
Bump bump bump it up
Things keep poppin up
Hope he got eye on us

Whats up you never watch
The doors got different locks
Been on through different ways
Aint no one in a daze
9-5 livin
The top down get it
You know we ain't no poster child
Look at us we older now
No known replacements
Yount own your notion
Cold operation(s)
What the fuck you chasin
No one own life
To give it up to the sky
I mean you can't afford change
But we holding all lanes
Don't you rise to listen
Ain't no amount of living
Can go and get you with it
He was throwing out em dishes
You was going about ambition
Don't you answer to the fog
What dis battle and dis war
Do they hold hands if you fall
Ain't no one going off
So and so is on
And you rolling on the lawn
Boy you better go to mom
Don't you ever
Rock your head up
Finger rolling you know better
Use to hold it or whatever

That guilt is daunting
It build up nonsense
Been holding on it
The world you dodging
So alarming

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 28- CORPUS: LEFT HAND RELEASED

Fri, 18 Dec 2020 17:26:00 -0400

TUNE IN TOMORROW SAT, DEC 19 2020 FOR THE SECOND EPISODE OF OUR SEASON FINALE.

ep 28- THIS IS THE FIRST OF TWO EPISODES FOR OUR SEASON FINALE. WE WILL BE BACK IN 2021 FOR SEASON 2 & 3.

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S1 ep 28- CORPUS: LEFT HAND RELEASED

The bottom line is you slipping
Can't go along indifferent
Hit the five alarm its chilly
Ooo it frigid
You don't listen
Choose some distance
Mark that line
Chalk the floor watch them signs
It's the shore or them skies

Rock paper siccsors
You ain't never gon deliever
Bow out
And blow south
And Those routes
And your doubts
Make out
And you now
In a picture that you wasn't with
Learn to float above this shit
So and so is on the lift
Bend it low put on the drip
No budget
Ain't no money
Ain't no one me
I know I beat
The stares
Got me wrong, I give no damn
They say poppa from the sand
I take one look at my hand
It's that word I understand
Got me flowing in my bag
Got me thinking that I'm bad
Shamone with it
I'm gone with it
I'm born with it
A blemish
Pick forms that be so daring
I know I need some caring

Lullaby babies
think I come from the 80's
I'm finna bust out them day dreams
And live on
And get sauced
And this shock
A real loss
I did lot
Haven't done enough
Lord I need to run it up
Boy I need to buckle up
Why they wanna tie us down
No I don't deny the sounds
Know I want the higher ground
Bare feet and frozen
I hoped that we'd keep us golden

Pony boy
The bitter void
This in't choice
You greasy
Tell me all that you need
Does it start with the feed
Had to nourish the seed
I been going off E
Had loosen the leash
Had to take care body

Recalibrate the muafucka
Prove that I really love ya
Don't think that we don't fuck up

Took an easel to his construction. They were gonna build the motherfucker better. They were determined to do as much. Components used for the build had similarities with the architects themselves.
In an effort to apprehend his senses they dismantled his surroundings, the bare metal frame of innocence, of youth would provide the base for a sound restructuring.
Maybe you won't learn today, but boy you gonna learn some day.

Some days are fulfilling, some days require grind, some call for a piece of mind. He lived under a rock, that phrase broke him to bits, that pressure suffocated him. Gasping for release, and reaching for relief he had to be someone other than his blueprint. He came to a decision formed it to a plan, one in which he would evert the bullshit, the pressure, the guidance of the architects, he took a sledgehammer to the buttresses of the family structure, he'd become the foundation for his own possibilities.

This ain't no fly by night shit
Going at it nightly
Lot a ways to chase it
Don't go waste it
My mind in motion
All round erosion
Step back and you should know this
That ain't where you going
Those lights cynics
Goals authentic
Slow cold dinner
If door don't hit you
Then you pourin out the mixture
Lot thing go in it
Dis a green zone innit
I don't mean no injury
I don't
I keep nice
You know
What we like

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 27- DECAY

Fri, 11 Dec 2020 22:08:39 -0400

BHABI IT'S YOUR BDAY, WELL IT WAS YOUR BDAY ON THE DAY OF THIS RECORDING, BE WELL. THOUGHTS AND PEACE SENT YOUR WAY.

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S1 ep 27- DECAY

Move, move a way
Lot a room, room to make
Hit it hit it hard
Get a hold take the charge
I been dropping the lowest
Hoping I could just hold it
Got a way to the door
Hop into space and I'm gone
We in to life collect data
Show me the righteous way up
C'est la vie on em envies
Heart to my grannies
Pay a rate that outlandish
Chuck the duce and feign manners-
Landing in the moment
Born to play the foreigner
No one of
Our Ilk
Got it smooth like silk
Back, back a way
Ain't slow enough to slave
Randomly floating
Got my hands wrapped around both ends
I face the door
And chase it all
Ain't nothing to slow it, don't say I bite
Play it nice
To stay on ice
That ain't right

Why you holding it
They ain't hurting in side
You ball your fist it's midnight
On, you never on
Them voice(s), they never wrong
You know you ain't no toy
Them boards don't get your point
It's annoying
No one in side
Riding on a thin line
I don't want a dim light
I don't oun't oun't oun't
Off of emotion
I done chased all it
They got what they wanted
I doubt that they want it all

We have doubled up on bullshit, let's double down on "we're not doing this no more". Rifling through the back channels of who dunnit? You always seem to be moving in a tizzy. Does it madder who dun' what? The "WHAT" now "IS" and you need to keep moving.

-That is it! It's just it...I'm not moving, I am going through motions, motions I'm in tune with, mostly-but mostly there's a disconnect. This disconnect isn't solely reserved for me, don't seem that way. Luke warm swiss miss, Hallmark channel dreamscapes, I'm not sure how long these heralds of escape can anchor someone, me.

I've seen Frasier so many times. The first dozen runs of viewing, I'll ride that off to the writing, to the cast. I'm repeating that with the Big Bang Theory, the attempt to flee into another world. I'm so tuned in, so I can be so tuned out. Let's go back to Frasier, that show captured me when I was an eight year old boy occupying a single bedroom apartment; the "thali" was split between my brother, myself, our rents', and a community of cocklouches, as the building manager would spell them; she gave her word, she was constantly "splaying" to rid the building of those antennae hippies. That flat, Frasier's condo, his world, the accessories to his world was magic. Broomsticks are used to clear the scene of a Raid massacre, maa was too trigger happy.

I convinced myself the more I was tuned into the world of Frasier, I'd be able to calibrate mine to sync with that wave. My existence ebbs opposite. Frasier, The Big Bang Theory were the appeasers of my escape, this fluff now is the agitator of my uneasiness.

Frasier and his old man constantly clashed, differentiating ideologies born of class structure. Frasier, Niles, the two brothers were the seeds of Martin, to me they seemed to be the fruit occupying the highest branch. Martin was mulch, the elderly thing decaying, inhabiting a decaying recliner housed in the highest branch. We clash with our father, we sit on no particular tier, clashes born of uncertainty, born of the need to grasp on to something. These clashes feel like decaying; the process of decaying is an element in the surgance of life, these clashes aren't that, they're just decay feeding into decay.

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 26- ON 2020 & SUCH

Sat, 05 Dec 2020 01:14:06 -0400

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S1 ep 26- ON 2020 & SUCH

Flotsam. Disparate vessels made to float among the wreckage of the great experiment. The middle class bent to remain poised, to keep afloat. It's been so shaky, I gotta tell you, damn awareness don't seem like the best fit. I like the idea of known unknowns. Someone feel some type of way, but it, them feelings, them thoughts don't surface, they're there, you know it, you don't see it, so, well so...
These past four and a half years hadn't been that. That burgeoning courage from what seems like the otherside of the union-who sure as hell has a voice; those vocal cords get plenty of exercise.

Slipping one way or another
Got many on my brothers
Break four ways
Ain't getting out this lane
Collect all data
AE gators
Style got you throwed
Mans on a roll
They made to break the boys
Come up with no choice
Lot of way to lay down
The long way out
May we find the motion
Brake up make up more ends
Wait up ate up all em
The race a made uh ballers
Midnight zone, a few years fresher
No known effort
When you going off a pressure
At least you chased it
The long gone safety
In a roundabout nation
Been wearing masks
How you think we made to last
Talks cover skin
Your environment
Code switchin'
Roll different
No difference
Nose itching
Don't give in
Hold rythm
Dull living
If I were to act out low
Then that'll reach your goal
If God got you chose
Then my time ain't gold
2020 ain't no love
Turn the radio up
I need to lift the mud
Got me Jonesing for those drugs
2021
Gotta be the best year
I mean the venom gon' lift
I mean Agent orange Ain't gon be holding
No shift
Keep it simple
Blue skies, clear mental
Long lines shift levels

We are constantly running to the future, without fully working the past. These phones, thingamajigs, doohickeys they give access they don't cure. Our age of technology allows simplicity, the ability to navigate modern life in a streamlined fashion, this reality this "Livin In America" is convoluted than a muafucker, it has been since ever.

Are active ignorance and hate the same? Is ignorance hate realised? Gotta tell ya it is
easy to be ignorant, too easy to be ignant at this juncture of our humanity. It's also easy to qualify that ignorance as erudition, opposites don't attract, they flog one another, verbal jousts, hand to hand combat on a field of pixels. Lookin' up things don't qualify one as learned, as I've pointed out before access remove access.

That spliff was running out of juice, didn't hit the same. Goodbye to that speckled dysentery. I hadn't known a rube could be a slicker. Maybe we can begin to treat a pock-marked America. America always had pock-marks. Blemishes usually aren't handicaps, usually they aren't.

I'm not sure if it is hope, or desperation, or a collective case of "let's roll the dice and see what happens," that drove Americans to vote. Personally I was exhausted, I am exhausted, but I did it, perhaps herd motivation. I'm not proud of it either, voting, more like a whatever whatever.
Not really exhausted with America itself, exhausted as an "other" in America, you know the unambiguous ambiguous box a person checks to mark themselves.

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 25- PROCESSES

Fri, 27 Nov 2020 05:07:13 -0400

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S1 ep 25- PROCESSES

Sprout a couple of chest hairs
Yeah we've been there
Peach fuzz
Knee socks on rugs
Don't confuse the space for love
Learning cool.
Is that all we do.
Take up lanes, drain the pool.
Go head' soak it up
Worn days they'll open up
We've tried what you've tired
Done that slide
Waste those hours
Slid much lower
I been got growd' up
Probably no
Right by the stove
Cast Iron kettle
Steep the mate peak my levels
Hit the row machine
Work the whole of me
Goats milk soap
And barbour coats
We'll find our way
ándale
On the day
Of your conception
We packed the floors and cleared out dressers
Warred with stars and fought for leverage
It ain't get no better
But whatever
Atleast you're here
The boards not clear
The vision maps
They overlap
How we to suppose' to snack
On a open bag
Of stale chips
With paste lips
Can't taste it
The sweet divine
We on the the climb
They in decline
We entered time
Now we hostage
To hours and seconds we locked in
Hmm...
Let's dance
Start with two in a band
Began as boys now its you and your mans
Quilted puffers
Create these buffers
The winter cold, and you waan' buck up
The summer cold and you feelin flustered
Agitated
All that basic
Run like ascis
Cot I lay in
Got like eight inch
Off the ground
When you come back around
Then we angle out
There's degrees to this shit
Please believe
We want the heat
Been under fire
We all got ire
But what to do
If the resolution pain, then what you move?
It seem like it ain't going nowhere
Trip to Australia couldn't clear up the air
Our Function dysfunction
You bag up a month then
See what it do
A morning or two
Could offer sunshine
Beyond the windows distant echos of drumlines
The past will beat
Actually
So does the present the future
When rumors become suitors
Ain't nothing to do but
Mind your business
Thoughts and wishes
Were often given
But never received
Let it go with the with breeze
Ground you in reality talk you things
You say it's just talk not actionable please
Talks themselves are an actionable thing

Zaf-
Drift, drift on. Drift into denial. Drift into that lull, that break between movement and thoughts. What gives you respite? Fresh roasted coffee beans, I grind them daily, take refuge in that operation. A series of actions to fulfill a whole, processes guide function.

You ever see a car burning on the road? That's some shit. I've seen it a few times over the last year, don't know what it means, or what it means for me. I guess it dosen't have to mean anything beyond what it is, a car on fire, cars on fire. There was a 4runner stuck on the bridge right outside the 540 going up in flames. I wanted to take a picture, capture it, that destruction the process of it, it looked beautiful. The flame would go out at some point, I wanted the moment to exist in perpetuity for me. Between navigating a left turn, trying to position the phone with my right hand and thinking "is this right man?" I opted out. I could have drifted in the lane of my urges, I often do, I often don't. That process of realization then action, I wonder how it played out for the owner of that 4runner.

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 24- CORPUS: LEFT ARM PART I

Fri, 13 Nov 2020 05:39:05 -0400

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S1 ep 24- CORPUS: LEFT ARM PART I

Zaf-

Baby I can't get you to get me down.

(Wait atleast 5 seconds)

Your face hit the pavement, didn't it?

>PAUSE

Eh, it did. You require some frozen peas or sumthin'?
Wait, I got a frozen lamb shank, serves the same purpose, you in?

A sullen face with pursed lips tight as an abalone's shell, existed at a slope.

We've all had our chin down at a point or another.

Do you recognize pain as a prolific player.
Lifeless inhabiting life, a weird occupant.

You want the sun the moon rise
You can't get low you bat eyes
Fuck would I bring it
If couldn't mean it
You talking the meanest
But walking the leanest
Thank God for adidas
And all of these sneakers
They lift you from creature
Asend you to speaker

Zaf-

Baby I can't get you to get me down.

He took up trails, things he thought perhaps were bequeathed to and saved for The Whites, the more economically fluid, are them folks one in the same? It seem that way, don't it.

He spent three days relegated to tubes and wires, a man with life forced to imitate the lifeless things, objects. The thing about life as many note is we use our own lives as currency to accumulate objects, at some point in this exchange we evolve to things.

So there he was wired up, held captive by the beeps, atleast they signaled life, his life, he was still in it.

Arv-
I fight for a shot at the morning
Do you what you do I can't call it
Metronomes
Telephones
Held from home
How I get this low
Define it
Align with
The lines that
Sit in my veins
The blood gonna stain
Watch how you stick it
A fatty liver
The facts in the mirror
Spell out
Just give up

Zaf-

He took up trails, things he thought were saved for retirement. He took up trails, things he thought were kept for those blessed with leisure. He took up trails, things he thought existed for those who had reasons to exist. Innit true that existence within itself is reason enough to perpetuate life to the extent of control and will?
It is true that depression plagues will? If the backdrop was sunshine and fields of lavander we would actively disinherit bad juju. Often we find ourselves dwelling under the watchful eyes of facades those austere things inhabit many forms- buildings, people, institutions, groups, the animate, the inanimate. Does gaze equate to pressure? Everyone and everything is subject to observation, even the isolated;
he looked upon himself, perhaps God observed him.

Arv-
These hands these feet
These pants on me
My anger beast
We can't go eat
On self
You yell
All hell
Who be looking
I can't know
Plus the hold
Getting more
I empty my store
And beckon these doors
To open up more
I need me some space
I need me a chance
Look at my race
Where'd you think that I'd land?

Head preaching gospel
Don't let him talk more
All of it awful
Don't you go waffle
Be sure of your man's
Who got your plans
Know where you stand.

Zaf-

Action does not always mirror intent and that is where mishaps dwell. He wasn't really sure where he stood, or who he stood under. Being a shadow is taxing, it means you are a fragment of a whole, it means you are a pice of the identity in some insignificant way, but never the identifier.
Bitch you was almost in a coma, you made the decision to give your self to awareness, to live under the lamp of of consciousness, bitch you was almost in a coma what kind of hell would that have been.

There was an ivy lodged in your right arm, it existed at an angle. Those three days became the whole of life. Whoever administered it, stuck it wrong. How you've dispensed your life to that point, you've struck it wrong.

Left arm, why are you a slave to your position? Left arm why do endure your station? Left arm do you think we were meant to be subjugated to our roles? Roles change, roles take on greater significance beyond their origin. You are you, that should be enough. Within the realm of you there is a great array of diversity, you have to seek versions of yourself, you have to achieve higher versions of yourself, you have to exit lower versions of yourself.
Maybe the idea of fighting oppression, changing outlook and consciousness, inhabiting better is a luxurious aspiration, maybe it reserved for them western folks.
How many times you arm yourself with "I will" and then "you don't", but listen here muafucka' you gotta. If you gotta be here and you indeed are here define yourself, but acknowledge your environment, respect it, because your environment plays into your movements, that don't mean you can't move, it just means you gotta know, it means you gotta seek to know, foster awareness.

Arv-
I unplugged myself to be plugged in
Born with a face for no loving
Asethetics
Pathetic
You pray for some profits
You don't pocket
Objects
Mindset
Mindless
20's they all leave
The fall leaves
Lay wasted
You are what you tasted
Taste it
Take it
Figure
Bigger
Build up
Heal up
On the heels of
Change
You do you
Till you don't sustain

Zaf-

A part of a whole, everything is a part of a whole. Parts, components are significant too. He took up trails. He took up trails. He took up trails, began walking, began seeding himself back into existence.

Baby I can't get you to get me down.

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. Jazz Berries is the instrumental used in today's episode (#24) it is from SFRBEATS.COM

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S1 ep 23- CORPUS: THE HEAD

Fri, 06 Nov 2020 05:08:07 -0400

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S1 ep 23- CORPUS: THE HEAD

Get high get low
Bend your mind
Pappa don't know
The hole
The he making
They the world
And no one waiting
Bide my time
And keep my safety
Anger won't do, I keep my patience.

You the earth, wind and my fire huh
What those things that you bottle up

You are the result of meticulous preparation.

They would frequently dine in the company of full bodied blades of grass, a benign edifice, they- as in he enjoyed nature. The head of the lot would oft wax rather harmoniously -live and let be. This statement, its delivery was not the norm, his, the head's usual tune was more staccato in its occupation, as too was his behavior, he was what he ever was- a slave to his whim.

Glory be to the peaceful moments. They'd accept calm when and wherever it would find them. Often Peace would prove to be a slothful seeker.

Family is a modular thing in format. The head came from means, his impecunious pockets would frequently undermine the strength of his former reality. You were what you were, you are what you've set out to be, who would you wish to become? The last statement had no occupation within his thinking.

They lived on in that manner, subjugated by the nettling beat born from the copulation of the Head's tongue and thoughts.

Order can be a sinister thing. There is no devine sovereignty requiring life should be as you imagined. What had they imagined, what did they hope for?

He would with great frequency cannon the title Bastard on to them, them, left arm, right arm, them is his flesh. Continuously in search of some form of corpuscular deviation so as to eschew responsibility,
responsibility from self. To some extent we all inflict ourselves upon someone else. The Head sought to remdy responsibility by treating recollection with denial.

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 22- Somebody Please! Save That BOY...

Fri, 30 Oct 2020 07:15:10 -0400

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S1 ep 22- Somebody Please! Save That BOY...

To all my people everywhere
I drove from LA
Gave way to the road rage
And lost me my pace
Staying by the ocean
Hoping I would own it
The beach side compounds
And these side with out sounds
Would never be awesome
I broke down the laws of
Finger wagging
And all the baggage
I would imagine
All the gold
Designer dreams, audibles
Yall would scream
Then live life low
Been lyin broke
Bend my bro
Had to be the hold
A lot of me would go
Down in on dreams
I known what I've seen
Hold down on we
And go down on peace
While stack calories
Let the fat battle me
I don't want this shit
Enough with the chips
Idolize the risk
Pass me a beer
Dad don't have no shit
Spend me my fear
Family not here
And I'm standing on air
Got a bad ego
Where all my peoples
When I dont want equals
Outlasted the freedom
And cash out on zero
Tough shit
Rough shit
Structures
Ruptures
Rapture
Capture
The wrath of
The back of
The belt
I could yell
Like hell
Then put down the nail
It all seem to fail
Don't cause me no L's
I won't cause you to bail
All my people well
Maybe not
What we got
Daily loss
In a spot
Not the bop
What I rock
Not the stop
Put your eyes elsewhere
With my welfare
Up in the air
Do you really care

9 years old
And out of control
Dealt a hell of a blow
Just get outta of smoke
No where to land
And who'll understand
They blame it on boy and free up a man
Pain is for fearless
Aimed to be peerless
The laws of the world I could've cared less
Lived in a swirl, open roof for the air fresh

Morning Morning Morning light

What am I to be
Don't you lie to me
As far as I could see
Choice is two lanes deep
Lose what I've seen
Cry about dreams
The life how it happened to me
Off in hotel
Lies in a wholesale
It wouldn't bode well
Life in my own hell
Seconds they march
I turned to the lord
Then broke down the boards
Immersed in these chores
To get on and off
Can't escape loss
They battles they fought
To hold down a lot
What was it for
You obviously wore
The face of a fool
But it was I who did loose
Locked in a room
Eyes to the moon
You make what you play at
He stay where you lay at
I cover a face that
Avoid all the play back
I hope I don't go to sleep
Knowing what's in store for me
The back of my eye lids
Play something violent
Que up the violins
Sad orchestrations
Sounds of soul breaking

Its winter time somewhere
And its sure as hell is cold in here
Our lows
Ain't all our loss
Survival of?
Why you all hang on
Take hours off
And power on
I go for broke and hold my own
In dismay I lay and never lower guard
What been going on
Can't no one know
I overload
To overlook
You wanna lay when no one look
Escape those days I never would
Corrupt a rose
And hold up your nose
You want that food
A lil' fresh fruit
Be that lewd
All the ludes
Couldn't alter a mood
Can't talk you
But you don't wanna leave
What it gonna be?
I can't hold up peace
And forgive a soul
That get so low
What you inching on
The bullshit
Can't get lost
You took it
What I don't know is
I can't throw it
All this emotion
All of this hold and
Don't it look like
That I don't look right
Family functions
And I'm the monster
2014 so many scenes
Whole family
Uncle was sitting right there
So many into my hair
Ya'll don't know my despair
How we go in repair
Top of morning and already scared
Play positions
Do something different
You are what you intended
All ya
Want a
Component of power, and give no brain
To the low stain
Of hurt shame
The worst pain
Is that birth thang
That shared name
That allow you to
Be wild and loose
Go with it
And grow with it
You won't get it
Outta the head
Hell in the bed
And heaven ain't there

Everyone was sitting there.
I mean the whole family.
Grandma down to the youngest grand child.
We may never see her again, our matriarch.
And we never did.
Not in this context, to see the roots, the tree, its branches, leaves and fruit nesting on the plot which housed this growth is something to behold. A break in our rote lives, family functions function as lubrication in our mechanical strides. There you sat dawning that curved smile of yours, the possessor and protector of turbulent machinations. A bad apple, a great actor, did you come here to soil our....

Morning Morning Morning light
I would never hold the night
Tell me what you think is right
I won't let you change design
And I won't allow demise
Take your toll ill keep my mind

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 21- For The People

Fri, 23 Oct 2020 05:18:31 -0400

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S1 ep 21- For The People

Do what you need to
I do what I can
Stuck between being a man for the people
A man of my people
And man fuck these people
When you feeling what you feeling
I cannot make you right
If you feel it how we deal it
I can offer you life
Go check the signs
Got to restrain the mind
It's everything you want to be
And nothing you don't
All this time
We hold the line
And you can't seem to float
In and out of line
And we can't grasp the time
If you don't wanna leave
Then you don't gotta leave
But pain don't make no more
Save our energy
Objects of hate
Brush tears off our face

I may be ugly as hell
But my mamma know me well
Caught in malaise
This cycle of our days
It ain't nothing new
Strung out like these shoes
I been holding out
Barely holding on
Find a way then latch on
How you wanna tell it
I'm not one to sell it
The glossed up image
How you came to get it
I can't chase my life after you
And expect to be just as cool
The days are made for us to loose
When we do how they do
Pursue what they choose
Come up in May
Then we go astray (ashtray)
Let three months burn
Loose what we learn
I leave it to the sunset
The maker of what we all get
Drinks with umbrellas
Confused little fellas
I follow what I know
The fuck do I know?
This tattered life is threaded
Enough for us to get it
How you survive
Depends on your light
The weeks are foreign
The leaves are touring
The grounds of forests
The world enormous
You move on when
You get the garments
That hit your target
Oh the money what a marksman
Kneeling at the dresser
The clothes ain't made to measure
In the garments rest your pressure
Style equals effort
Shoes with the leopards
Jeans with the studs
Go account the weather
Make sure you dress up
The looks ain't love
Add a new flavor
When you finally do save up
Go and get the taste of
The waste of
A pay stub
Damn ain't it scrumptious
Skip many lunches
Who need a muffin
All about the moment
The brain lives in both end
High and low
Cry and toast
Go on and pose
Then you post
Get love from ghosts
Do you know
All them folks
Behind that screen
That sing
Your praises
Copy and paste it
Live in the cloud dream elevation
Confused scared nation
I wanna be like you
But we don't get to Choose
Day by day we roll fit into a groove
Loose track of what you say today I loose
My mood
Ready for an outing
But you ain't really bout shit
Amongst the many outfits
That show you that we out here
Shell cordovan boots
In a pair or two
And something in suede
But the garments shouldn't sway
The being on display
I mean to change my way
Whatever
My mamma know me better
I domino these errors

Rock hot clothes
Hit the block like gold
If I'm on my toes
Then I got my own
I don't do the most
I just live to float
In and out of traffic
The style is classic
Depending who asking
Clean with the whip
Lobster with the bisque
The problem of it is
It make me feel good
But it don't make me come alive

It's sunny like all day
I get it in my way
Keep you on notice
For those who won't show up
Been putting in all mine
Not that's it's all fine
Keeping it on grind
There's alot to go digest
We pin it on process
Keep with momentum
Won't slow down for ransom
The features are handsome
We do it as (a) tandem
Keep with the anthem
Don't put our hands up
For those who don't answer
Get it how you get it
Don't hold me to shit
Control your living
Let go of my head
I hide my features
They see me as a creature
I bless these speakers
Throw away freedom
For legacy and all that
A younger me, a ball cap
Praying for the the call that
Would make my day
Dhaka stays
Kept my mamma away
Put my father on plane
Kept bhat on my plate
The smile on my face
When I'd get to play
With my brother
Had each other
Since teeter totter clothes
And each of us would glow
When we'd both get to go
Hit up the store
Tear up the floor

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 20- OPAQUE GLORY

Fri, 16 Oct 2020 04:55:51 -0400

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S1 ep 20- OPAQUE GLORY

A disclaimer for you folks, we have implemented some choice language in today's offering, be aware that you've been advised.

A serendipitous outing
Found me
Slinging verbiage towards the bark of an oak tree
Fuck, shit, bitch, asshole, dumb mother fucker
Down in the dumps and stumped
Sitting on stumps
Chin on fists
Elbows on knees
Want something different
Prayers evolve to pleas
Left eye
Dressed in lilac
Not sure where or when I acquired these colors
A pale face
The satin gait
We can moon walk over rough edges
Just be aware of the directions we're headed

I count these stars
You count them blessings
You don't taste war
So why are you stressing
Children of lesser
Maa couldn't protect us
I don't expect her
To keep up a shelter
The days and how they go
Got me twisting up in smoke
I can't seem to shy away
From the things that get me dazed
Sitting on the porch
My mind is divorced
From the daily oratory
I can't get you out these stories
Pick a time and settle in it
Let go your hold and revel in it
Bite into life come the morning
But for now you hit the sauce and
The accouterments
That u'll do you in
Lisps with the spits
Them balls those are fists
The walls with the rifts
The risks I'm with the shits
But I cannot take the shift
You change and feed pain
And remain
A ghost
The opaque host
Where do you float
Invite us all in
But who your stand in
Candles with Maria
Churches with the preachers
Good books what they teach us
Lies they get coarse
Pick what you ignore
I believe what I believe
And believe that I can be..

Well, you see that is the crater
Within my self image.
Marginized bread winner, don't butter me up.
I do not offer up my daily bread,
in exchange for some lavish spread.
Aware of the course being placed on the table, I gladly navigate an item at a time.
Come the end I expect some sense of being full, fulfillment.
Line a bowl with consommé, wish everything could be as clear as the liquid beneath my chin.
Dive into existence as fluidly possible, because being here, being present necessitates such.

Riding around with limits
I came to get it
The mama's roll their eyes
And we in youth disguise
Lord protect them
Boy you messed up
When do we not
Damn do we got
Enough change in the pot
To cop all the ob' jects
Whom allow us to feel blessed
Go full fill our nests
With the gold from your crest

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 19- Hye, bYe, hyE

Fri, 09 Oct 2020 08:00:18 -0400

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S1 ep 19- Hye, bYe, hyE

Sitting on the side line for like 14 years
Man what a time couldn't switch up the gears
Its been alot
Going, you in or not
Who care what the future knows
We in the spot
Occupy space
Knowing I may
Be in line with the short hand
Get amazed by the moments
This close to a coma
I dodged me the long one
The days unfulfilling I fill it
Lost in these feelings I wheel it
Come back round full circle
The moments that hurt you
Show what earth do
All in it
I witness
My fitness
Not fit for
The life in store
I check out
To check in
The moments are destined
To be what they'll be
Ain't all about me
Few dreams short of a legacy
Don't know how many years are left for me
Not ready to become a memory
Old pictures
Who fail to lift up
Polaroids
Who behold the void
Albums with the creases
Storage that we leasing
To behold a past and believe it
Close eyes
Feed visions
You belive in
Hold life and minimize
What you think you need
Explore lives, grow the mental trees
Root the connections
That offer protection
And care where you step in
I stepped out of line*
To free up the mind*
No children
Just friends
And family
That care to handle me
I care deeply for what I'd pass on
For what I pass on
I pass on planting seeds
Fingers crossed I won't pass on
Disease
Not if it's up to me
I imbue stories with soul
Extracted from the lives we hold
Let free and let loose
When it hit different
You
Know
400 blows
Children with the woes
Le sacre du printemps
All we do... pretend
Spring to life
Tales of a world which house our fall
Broad shoulders, I'd house them all
5'6 vessel
Only so much I can nestle

To cool for school
I don't wanna lose
Devil on the way we ain't gotta choose
I sign to lord
Out here for more
Egg on my face
Damn another day
That I can't get a hold
Grandma did the most
Tamales in a bowl
Both eyes closed
Roll masa roll
We ain't never know
What you had to hold
Go on and get it
God body spirit
Go test the limits
In bowl rest the lemons
Mind on the digits
Fall behind and you livin
Damn how you living?
Close doors on a pension
Throw a wrench in your plan
How you gonna land
Clothes in a van
Holes in the pants
No holding those hands
The bow on the bag
The prize with the ribbons
Don't honor the living
Fire in the kitchen
Sinner
Winner
Chicken dinner
Live through winter
Then you enter
Summer
A bummer
The shit that it drum up
Scheme on a come up
And free up a month of
Rent
And invest
In your best
Vacations
And days in
A cot to go lay in
And doctor some patience
And hope that it pay when
You gotta wait in line
And you don't got the time

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 18- DEEP MEDITATION

Fri, 02 Oct 2020 05:36:00 -0400

S1 ep 18- DEEP MEDITATION

Persona after persona
I still can't seem to dock in true self.
I spoke on being mixed.
A mixed breed lost one.
One of a brood, brooding over identity.
College was for exploration.
The world is for experience.
Travel is for searching.
Family is, are roots.
Still, I don't feel tied to anything in particular, besides want.
Maybe, I'm tethered to the concept of self.
The concept of self having been surfaced by the voice of others.
I talk endless about pops, though the women in my life my mother, my sisters, aunts are the true drivers of sustenance and growth.
Pops, me, us men are the chauffeurs of ego.
If I do not occupy machismo, what will my chest, my shoulders pillar?
America lost. America seems lost.
2020 a maze.
Equality as an idea known, not found.
Equality as an aspiration, unfulfilled.
In Bangladesh we boil water for ten minutes in oder to consume it.
Here in the states we allow blood to boil for decades, and voraciously imbibe distilled chatter sourced from electric clouds.
You connected to the voices who attempt to guide you?

I often look for the old us
Searching within the nooks and crannies
Of our understanding
I see your change
I noticed mine
Though I cannot seem
To map our turns
It appears that I have an inclination
To lean left

We would talk in the kitchen
Bent over the island
Going through a pile of fries and
Smiles in
Exchange
And listen to each others pain
And scheme on one anothers gain

It's the first day of forever
I finally got my head up
Long days for the foreseeable future
School's done i don't need no tutor
Packing it up
Back of the bus
I had enough
Paper bag lunch
No more of those guys
The days will be all mine
Still got like a 45 minute ride home
Windows down ride on
Spend days at the Beverly center, the Grove
That's if God got you chose
I elect curiosity
Go head take charge of me
Curious times
For dubious minds
Brownie à la Mode
I'm in my zone
California sun/son
The freedom child
Ain't no need to run
We are the wild
All the while
Life closed in
Pay no mind
Might go in
The pool, shit maybe sycamore cove
Drive down the pch feel like skating on globe

Hold freedom hope
That'll be the toast
Angry no more
What I gotta float
My flesh my bones
Man I roam
Where I see fit
Free my head
And leave my bed
Don't wanna listen
Rules like prison

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SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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S1 ep 17- SUMMER FROLIC

Fri, 25 Sep 2020 04:00:29 -0400

S1 ep 17- SUMMER FROLIC

Playing around
I mean shoes untied
No one around
I mean who gonna ride
Do what you like
Cruisin around
I mean soak up the life
I don't wanna tell ya
What you don't wanna hear
Next time that we head butt
It's gon be kind weird
Poppa wasn't a player
But you know how he cheer
I mean go on and live
But fuck off my tip
Four eye careless
In my perry Ellis
The zip ups
I won't give up
Free mind
In a river
Of good vibes
Hang your life
On those vines
And live fine
And prosper
Go in
On a bench
With a sandwich
By the pool
With my clothes on loose
And the summer in a lull
Value sun like it's gold
Nothing to do
Nothing to want
Sand in my shoes
Ants on my plams
Play hard
Trade cards
Explore vice
Roll dice
We gon get it all right?
It'll be alright
One day maybe
We get the world of our day dream
Ignore the fire
Let pain retire
These days of mine
Take the grind
Y'all just wanna tell me
What I don't wanna hear
Liquor in my belly
Wouldn't be for some years
Try an play it clam
Simplest shit be the bomb
Let effort explode
Ya gotta check all ya'll goals
Live life like you chosen
Who gon get it open
If you don't get to going
It's a lot of heavy shit I know
Back to California clam
Roll sleeves above my arms
Turn off alarms
Admire my palms
I could keep it lazy
Be a sucker to my day dreams
I love it though
A month or so
Go by
Make a mess of mind
And I never mind
Ice cream on my t shirt
Popsicle in freezer
Not what I need but
I'll take it
I heard grandma had the sugar disease
Umm she loved us so sweetly
Strong woman
Alone woman
Single mother woman
Really an umbrella of inspiration an courage
You take what you got and max it out, that's if you blessed or in control.

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S1 ep 16- VOICES AT THREE OR FOUR A.M.

Sat, 19 Sep 2020 08:54:24 -0400

S1 ep 16- VOICES AT THREE OR FOUR AM.

Right about now in the lonely hour
You want the noise the crowds to tower
I hear you young blood
Ease
Don't think so much
Breath
Never gonna be what you never gonna be

I wanna take this time to give you a talk
Dissolve the lines remove the cords
Chéri amour
Don't marry the lore
Pull heavy the pour
And ready your tour
Go round the motions
Float in
Your areas
Only you can keep up
The things that you can bring up
It's a lot lot of lows
How you wanna soar
The years ain't many more
You bring up every boy
Who doing what you not
The blind rage got
You slipping
Tripping
Question what's authentic
Get into other business
Your mother taught you better
The world showed you clearer
You drown out liver
Die just to live up
The pain make a river

Down out all noise
That Lala ploy
The mama's boy
Where the honor oy
Vey
Guide the way
Not much I can say
In December days
Lost in vice
Dissolve my rights
You gotta know I like
The lights in flight
I been tripping
The time is slipping
My mind be acting different
Don't know if I could live with
The way I'm going
Lost in not knowing
Yall gotta take the lowest
End and throw it
Depend where you grow up
Bye bye for now
I never get to lounge
The slow burn summer
Ideas you drum up
Playing up numbers
In a world that don't want us
It's the wrong side prayer
When you gotta give the day up
No minus
Refine it
Them odd lines honest
Depending where you find it
Don't have honor
Find it in designer
Put tags
On rags
And blow the bag
How you get a hold of that

.....

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S1 ep 15- TALK

Fri, 11 Sep 2020 04:16:46 -0400

S1 ep 15- TALK

Journey, these journeys

From the west coast

Down the south

To overseas

Back to the palm tree breeze

We can go anywhere

My minds been on everywhere

Thinking about everything

2020

Election

Change

Stillness

Progress

Regression

First I'm not old enough

Then I'm not grown enough

How are you holding up

I just can't know enough

All of it is in the mind

You cannot get into mine

All that we will ever need

Is Night pure as ebony

Thought we would never leave

This is not destiny

I'm within it every night

Part of the many I will

Give weight to every life

Searching for god within these lights

Playin the Angles

I'll need me an angel

The Places I can't go

I'll need me a rainbow

The moments they'll stagnate

I know that I can't lay

My head on the pillow

Grand as a willow

My ambitions they'll fill me

Reality heals me

YOUNG MAN PROPER

I WANTED TO BE LIKE POPPA

WE COULDN'T MATCH VISIONS

THAT SHOULDN'T KEEP US FROM LIFTING

I wanted to be what you grow

I wanted to be the vision you held

The visions for life that you own

Couldn not take place in my pail

We will fill our Bucket lists

With what we desire

I filled mines with my own

Doesn't mean that it is lighter

The light of my eyes

I wanted our views higher

This is different

We will Run the distance

Pursuing our limits

You don't get it

I Hope you listen

I Couldn't be you

As I Would not realize self

You wanted some jewels

You could not realize wealth

Two children gold

You had certain goals

Conversations gave you coal

You wanted a life you did not own

Your minds paralyzed

I see The stillness in your eyes

Your heaven and your hell

Run parallel

The outer world is ice

You set fire to paradise

Cold as it is

You have reasons to live

Move past complaining

Beyond maintaining

ANGEL OF MINE

IF WE GET OUT THIS TIME

I'll give belief to design

Put my soul on the line

The worlds that we own

All you don't know

Is the reason you're cold

Just Learn To Let Go

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S1 ep 14- THEN, NOW. NOW, THEN.

Fri, 04 Sep 2020 19:04:56 -0400

S1 ep 14- THEN, NOW. NOW, THEN.

Awkward fellas
Your mama taught you better
Know to keep your head up
Only us propell us
I slow down in my error
Trynna reach for better
I know to eat my lettuce
Stomach greens
Couple things
That I glean
It ain't about the sheen
Got me bending on my knee
Play humble to a T
Then I shoot breeze
The world got many things
Choose what you wanna be

Sailing down whiskey rivers

Do not bankrupt piety

I float past the sunset

Get lost within variety

The margaritas are blended

So too are the months

Sour mix, arrested wants

Things change and then they do not

The smoke drags on

Tire fires and hydrant water

My German Shepard wants a milk bone

Your German Shepard craves the still bone

Stillborn progress

The clothes are crafted with grater utility

And still

They weight down

Middle class life.

You got what you need.

What are you on about.

The gifts my magnetic strips

Shower me with

Fail to uplift me.

The gifts my magnetic strips

Give to uplift causes

Cause satisfaction

Then it dissolves

We all dissolve

I resolved to do better

Better as in different

Different as in change

The crux of evolution

Is the slow build of attainment

And the persistent will to sustain it

Have we lost will?

Are we out of fight?

You do not spill out the fisticuffs

Like you do petrol, or and some other fluid

You can never be out of fight

You might could eschew it

Tamper temper

With florescent lust

Grab the out of reach

Such as the mobile suspended

Over the infant

My crib seems distant

Our crib seems distant

Motherland and father time

Parental misgivings

Parental alienation

Which partner is the player

In our steady withdrawal

Draw up the papers

Then draw on the walls

The American dream

The global dream

Noted in scrawl

Pull up your drawers

Don't walk too tall

Why your hair like that

Nappy

Curled

Straight

Wavy

Tinted

Highlighted

Rainbow colored

Fuck these questions

Birth of oppression

Wear you as you please

Please do not wear out

The true America

The true world

Is what you are about

Barber shop blues
I can't give you room
Everybody own the moon
And live under the sun
17 year old with gun
The streets gonna run
Looking at my outfit
I don't wanna be out here
Camo cragos
The minute yall won't
Speak for tomorrow
Then it all go still
In my August chill
With America on fire
Thinking how I'm gonna write it
The mind on many mileage
Cool heads no stylist
I can't dream for balance
I can't think on malice
A few Bordeauxs and a nice clean chalice
Set chill to automatic
And search for true talent
My brother doing work
My sister writing book
I'm drooling over Tudors
And I'm into writing hooks
I mean hope that they don't
Look at me low
Everybody know
Where they wanna go
Tell what you mean?
Are we talking bout a dream?
Don't you fuck up all my cream
I need to get my things
My sister doing research
I care about a t-shirt
Treat the club like Easter
Hunt for eggs
Peep the legs
Keep away
Freedom's slave
Freedom say
Have your way
Piss on it
Live on it
In on it
Been on it
Been wasting
Been facing the wrong line
This nation for all my
People
When we equal
Seem far off
I hope that we all got
A Fair shot
But news report dead shot
The new news is head shots
And old south hadn't bled out
Wounds are still fresh
Uno moment (to)
The gravel still nestle
What the land won't protect so
Time in and time out
I know that we want out
But no one in our house
Have the courage to talk out
The lips do their thing
And the tounge in the ring
We want what you sing

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S1 ep 13- Where we are. Where we're from. Where we are going & episode 7B Immigrant Shit Reprise (interlude)

Fri, 28 Aug 2020 19:40:26 -0400

S1 ep 13- Where we are. Where we're from. Where we are going & episode 7B Immigrant Shit Reprise (interlude)

life is about accumulation
Life is about removal
Life is a myriad gumbo
Throw in what you will
Take what is necessary

I've been here before
So many colors
Going for yours
Gotta get it for my brother
Preacher of peace
But I needs me my piece
Made alot wrongs I gotta let it be
This world won't stop
We all want alot
Mamma at Sam's club
I cannot stand for
That any longer
This shit is long run
Gotta get a home run
The homes that we run from
Got me burning lungs up
I chase this race
This skin I face
I been on my way
Build it from the ground up
Vision that surround us
I been throwing years away
I could give it all away
Bet you imma hit though
From roaches to rentals
Go find the inspo
Ration
In this nation
That have you hitting pavement
Got more love than hate and
I still feel low isolate emo tion
And go for broke man
Never again
I put that on my rents
Took that from my boy
This art for the coin
The shit that annoy
I do it
Cause I grew in
The wrong side of lights
I don't walk to fly
Hold on your eyes
They meant to expose & I don't got the time
Tell you all what I mean
If I knew what it mean
Get it all with my reach
Do you want it me
Bow and deny
You wow with the lies
But it don't honor the life
Get you low in the light
Who be looking
I been booking
Juking
Out and on
On my own in town
We don't go for nouns
Call it what you will
And tell it how you feel
My minds effort
Got a whole shine special
The whole 9 levels
When you hold out better
It's the laws of fire
Lord if I
Break through
Then make room
The more I hate you
The more you faithful
Hands up higher
Prayer over riots
Don't do it how you like it
This notion
The motion
Of more ends
Get more friends
Get no lens
I know when
I open
I close in
In divine
Through out the time
Cut out the vines
Straighten the lines
Block out the shine
I don't do it for mine
I do it for minds
Preach peace God
At least we want
Love freedom
And a whole kingdom
Of the slow reruns
The lowly sons
Who roll Nissan
Don't need nothing

Head spin
Tail wind
I won't Set in
Development
Heaven to hold
I cannot go
Back in my ways
That ain't the cure
How I lay
And loose my way
And go for broke confuse the day
Talk with God
Been off and on
I won't know what you write
Show my hands fists gone fight
Fish don't fry
In the kitchen
Pay no mind
To they rythm
My beat off
Our kingdom
Look a lil different
Not gonna mention
Poppa on tension
Momma don't check in
Check in the counter
Open the mouth up
Say nothing
Take nothing
Rules for oppression
Mind where you stepping
Lower the eyes
Keep with disguise
Don't make anymore
Don't go for the prise
Fuck kinda life
Is this
We bet(ter) not miss
We better then this
Poppa don't worry
Skin like curry
Mind like flurry
In morning
Always hurry
9-5
State of life
That make no life
Don't make those eyes
The day go by
And they don't mind
It is what is
I bet we don't miss
Missing back home
And you can't go
Stack money
Rack money
That money
Hat money
That money
Harmony
That money
All the things
That money
Freedom time
Piece of mind
Keep peace in mind
Buy that home cross those lines
Bout that note get all that life
Kids need to prosper
Dinning room gossip
Need to move over
Cards the bulldozer
Brake down
And take down
And make out
With hate ouch
Make a life for the life
Of the offspring
Getting it right or play or tight
You can't all be
Mellow
The morning coffee bellows
Past due bills say hello
Hell don't
Freeze for no one
Idle minds don't focus
More tension
Don't step in
Arenas
That require clean up
The stage is not even
When is it ever even
Its not like you identify with eden
Back home wasn't no better
Stale opportunities take the form of terror
The cold lumber
The low numbers
The slow runners
Pace for grace
Peg that to faith
And wash your face
And work for future
And don't you ruin
Chances for you and your ilk

Immigrant shit
Immigrants shift
Immigrants lifts
In search for different
In search for better
In need of opportunity
In need of chance
There is no romance
In assimilation
Shed the exoskeleton of motherland
In the pursuit of accumulation
To establish the ground work
Of preservation
For the offspring
For the distant heirs and their generation
Save money send it back home
Save your mind attach it to your home
Why should we atone for chance
Birth plants us in a particular land
We have the free will and choice
To uproot and seed life where need be
In the pursuit of a fertile and bountiful future

Its a new way thinking
Pour out the beaker
Got more and more reasons
To try and get even
Word to my engineer
We be bumping out the fear
Trynna figure out the field
We wanna live a lil
If our tounges don't taste a meal (mil)
Our souls gotta tap the feels
Don't I know it
The mind a ocean
I mind my own self
Keep me open
To my annoyance

Where'd I come from what I do
Get lost in this maze still think about you
The years are relentless
Drown out my checklist
Some doors they had closed
Still gotta roll
Tackle these fears
Clean out my ears
Garbage in gossip
Garbage in talk up
Meter the outcome
The words they bout none (nothing)
On my mother
17 others
On my mother
There's power in numbers
Ideas that I run from
Run from ×2
I can't go to nowhere that's no place to be
Know what I mean
Own up to life
Hope that I might
The lawyer
The lone one
Live up to ideas
That become source of fear
I chase plans
Whose blueprints I dont understand
How I build out life
That I can't justify
It takes alot
To make alot
Make salat
And build a loft
Keep ambitions to the sky
My American pie
Baked by curried skin
All these cuisines they lure me in
Dishes
Wishes
This shit
Vicious
Cycles
The tight rope
The right notes
To keep us in line though
Is this the life that I've chosen
Do you think I could be you for a moment

Man come from village
Man came to get it
Don't wanna hear it
Don't hurt the spirits
The sins of my father
The blessings of my father's father
Farther
Our blood
You call it love
I call it uh
Do I live up
Or give up
Talk to the spirits
My orishas
Protect this creature
Guide my freedom
I want eden
The apple too far from the tree

American prism
Cuff ambitions
No cuffs on lenin
I won't stop my sentence
If you don't stop this sentence
This prolonged prison
So long to experiment
Bind experience
Times delirious
Times we living in
Hoodies
Versus
Hood
Versus
Hooded figure
Figure
It's a
One in the same
Game
Connect four
Connect one
To gun
And Many run
So many sons
To slaughter
Barter
Life
For what sounds right
On Twitter
Insta
Gram
Gods plan
Grand design
Follow the line
Follow orders
Fall off the border
That's where we all from
Board up
Brothels
That whore us
Out
For clout
Blue screens
White screens
Do you know what I think
The American dream so frightening
Fried wings
And brass knuckles
The concrete shuffle
Shuttle
Darker colored faces
Ship bodies off to places
That have little to know space
15 minutes that's a time out
15 years for 15 seconds that's a wipe out
Recess ain't so sweet
As peanut butter treats
The recesses in concrete
Shackle us from head to feet
Box bodies casket minds
Lord probably cast net over time
Capture the 50's
Capture the 60's
Capture the 70's
You know what those eras sing
Or sung
Tunes
That plague ruin
Tombs
That became the womb
Cradle bodies
That hurt nobody
I don't love my body
Tell me why
I despise
Images who feed my eyes
Suckle on irreverence
Mother America where is our protection

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S1 ep 12- DIALING IN

Fri, 21 Aug 2020 18:26:24 -0400

S1 ep 11- DIALING IN

Youn young Barcelona
I heard you think you a grown up
What you wanna get grown for
Not every swings a home run

This ain't that
The clothes upon back
Cover everything cept' where my mental at
You go and handle that
And this
And everything else I could've of wish
I can't go out and get some fish
If my reel not honest
I feel I'm just
Flooded on lonely islands
The days don't stop and I can't keep on it
Preach peace
I shed grease
But can't keep
My feet
From touching heat
God don't I know it

I don't wanna hear nothing
We don't wanna be nothing
Always wanna be someone
Never gonna been something
The moon he so reckless
Don't want no effort
I want you always, kill all this pressure

Roasted duck and papaya salad
Bespoke shoes, tailored magic
Ice cream in the shape of cartoons
Far off dreams in a sparse room
A whole life isn't much to go by
By the time we graduate from bunks beds
To the monument life
What options did we exit
To enter a path well lit
If it is about illumination
Well, clap on clap off

When the sun goes down
I'll hold you tight
Any moment now
We'll be alright
Lot of things to face
Lot of world to know
Lot of needs to chase
Lot of wants to throw
Let go young soul
The more I know
The less I hold
Paper bills and no guidance
Do it for the feel you want my hand
So we hold tight
An we keep close
And we cross lines
And we keep close
And we loose time
And we keep close
Keep close cause we family
Keep close cause we have to be
Free of American casualties
I own possibility
You chain probability
Ashamed of what we really see
When plams are of free grease
Well
We toil
Through oil
Plant blood grease in soil
To uproot our world
Your shade is so royal
Don't dim it for no one
You are what you focus
To be
And I want it
And I'll be it
So I think it
What we dreaming
Are we even
On my own with
All we needed

We use to have to take the bus at 5 am
For an 8 o'clock start
The green altima on park
Maa would smile her heart
We would wave back sheepishly
Unsure of the why's young confused things
Why wake up so early
Why is school so far
Why can't we just attend
The school our bus stopped at
Time persists
The days harmonize
Routine becomes rythm

Tutors
And two for
One specials
The new world
Only want effort
Why you up at night
What you want from life
Why they always fight
Why we always cry
Why it always be like this

Cut off everything else focus on health
Focus on wealth
Of art

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S1 ep 11-THE TREK

Fri, 14 Aug 2020 04:02:00 -0400

S1 ep 11- THE TREK

And they want us to leave....

I've been looking looking looking looking
Look here
These eyes they close up for no one
I go in full motion
Let it resonate the mind

You cooler than whatever
Those eyes they do know better
My eyes can't get no wetter
My high's can't get my head up
Gone in the morning
But for now we got to deal it
You wanna stop this warring
But you can't control your spirit
It Sunday somewhere
Yeah I got this long hair
Don't own alot
But I hold my knots
Control my spot
With the longest locks
Let it air dry
32 years the longest why
Questions all noise
They mess with the boy
But we are grown men
I hold to moments
That give me no hand
The light fixtures shake
We run from our race
Turmeric colored plates
Briyani grow the waist
Spent the 90's in LA
And the Early 2k
Open doors I rather lock
Them boys they lived alot
Grow up in different spots
Dhaka was the talk
Pray a rakat know my lord
Lock up the third floor
Above grandmama nest
Told I got grandmama crest
Similarities at their best
We don't think alike
We don't ink alike
What I write
Is not what you'd right
What the people like
What is equal like
I'd a be so nice
If we could ease on life
Wow
I'd get closer if I'd bow
Bow bow bow
Only in the now
Can't get it if you wild
But if you wait a little while
You could open up the clouds
Let go and let it rise
I came home and lived a lie
Often they close
The things that I hold
If I need any more
Then I lean into lord
Praying so often
Can't tell you where I been
My circle is shaky
My world going crazy
The people that make me
Are the ones that now hate me
Came up from the 80's
I can take on what the day bring
It don't matter what you tell me
I been hopping on one foot
Trynna get me other looks
But I failed to pay attention
That my steps don't get me different
Looks
Am I good
All this bull
Things we do
Why we do it
If I loose it
Cannot do it
All right- stretch out

Searching my mind
Calling you lord
Take hold of my time
Free up my world
All that I pray
Could you settle the score

Searching my mind
Calling you lord
Take hold of my time
Free up my world
All that I pray
Could you settle the score
Settle the score

Out here with my hand out
Tell me what your plan bout
I can't get a hand now
Guard down and I camp out
Prayer rugs
And faded love
I fast homie
Don't pass on me
I ain't one of those
Type to let it to go
The slow motion
Of not knowing
The juvenile bench
When you and I were friends
Kick it on a Sunday
For the promise of a someday
Trade in my dreamcast
Nachos on a bean bag
Free time I will need that
But we trade it in
For the erase of sin
Alms and all
My arms they fall
Below the hip
You gotta know I'm fit
To take on what you give
But if I gotta be honest
Your plan takes its toll
The world we don't know
Clue me in
Clue me in
Gotta know where to begin
The point of life
Can't be what I enjoy at night

Its beyond dice
Beyond the sweaty drinks
Nestled in koozies
The occasional doobie
We rolled up
To roll down
Pop up on the scene
Swing
The doors
Exit ever so smoothly
Like cream off of cake
On those heated days
The park bench thrills
Two liter fills...

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S1 ep 10- ARRIVAL

Fri, 07 Aug 2020 05:54:05 -0400

S1 ep 10- ARRIVAL

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ARRIVAL

Young man with the full moon specs
That afro yes
Came in 79
And behold you lost the time
I can't capture
A life you were after
As my own future's headed past the rafters
Resurrect the faded polaroids
With the pleats
Reconnect with the noise
The days gone by they speak
Community college
Is a far stretch
From an infant country born out of violence
A few layovers
And couple days older
With a new land to shoulder
Well ain't that some shit
The cultural shift
Show some grit
Then begin to drift
In blue skies blue collar ponds
A new life how would you respond
Young cat
Easy pickins
Thought that
You could live out an image
On the silver screen
But you a Choudhury not a Silverstein
Big city boy
In that small town void
Pick up a few credits
Bengali might as well be an Arab
That's one in same as far as they could tell it
Stick with an image then sell it
Brown might as well be sand
Brown might as well be mud
Touch ground in no man's land
In god we trust
Fast for 30 days adopt x-mas
Oh
The woes
Being away from home
New place
New plan
New land
Old hands
Get to work washing dishes
Immigrant in the kitchen
Potato salads a throw away
Learn to make
Due
With half eaten food
Cause you know poverty looms
Porterville California
All the feels the young lonesome
Student in a rented attic
New in a land without the magic
Stake it
And make it
It's yours for the taking
But LA's in
A couple of hour drive
The greedy distractions that run our lives
Grey hound buses
And doggin at the functions
Chase the easy legs
But they won't walk your way
American women suppose to be easy
Truth to the moment it's not always like tv
9 o'clock news
In a small prison room

S1 ep 9- RUNNING TO REALIZATION

Fri, 31 Jul 2020 05:47:06 -0400

S1 ep 9- RUNNING TO REALIZATION

A VERY WARM EID MUBARAK TO ALL

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RUNNING TO REALIZATION-

Run run run run run away
I would never cause you pain
And I know that things must change
Take the light and break away
Holding on you ain't use to waste
Oh my lord take my faith ×2

Run run run run run away

Ridin' round donuts
Ya'll you would never own up
Got these days I would not grow from
Any more love
It like sho' nuff
Show you right
Know the life
Know that I
Want the prise
And collide
With different type
Difference I
Got Another day to weather
You gonna get no better

I know it come in clearer
If I go and lift my spirit
These eyes they spot the lines
My head ain't got time
Or the space
Name the place
That get you lifted
Then throw in some equipment
Figure you
Got the tools
To be that dude
Or madam

I've come to the realization that
We can adapt
Play out the math
As far as our paths
We adjust
But don't trust
In change
The true evolution
Of life's most base solution
We don't allow it the day
Half assed turns
To curb the burn
The subtle heat by the ears
Blood pressure my dear
Steady beat of the years
We're so far from near
Nearly this
And barely that
The strenuous taps
From what I lack
I identify with corrosion
More than patina
I'm more of a where are we going?
And do you think we can keep up
Exhausted questions
Underlie my tensions
I more of a tethered
To whatever
That's how I like myself to be measured
The true scale
Of oneself
Is beyond the metric
Of the daily check up
A nod to the blur
Who occupies my car door
That being is distorted
More of what you won't get

Floating
Wishin'
Prayin'
Hoping'

Lord
Do you
Think
That I'll get
Beyond these moments

Do you picture pictures
When you create image
Are life's most fluid moments solidified by stillness

I like water
I love drink
Imbibe the night and hug the sink
Let it out let it out
Release is relief
One tool used to construct peace
Bit by bit
I drop morsels of me off the cliff
Of possibilities
Probability
Of 80?
Uh maybe

S1 ep 8- CHANNEL SURFING

Sat, 25 Jul 2020 00:16:47 -0400

S1 ep 8- CHANNEL SURFING

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CHANNEL SURFING

I love animals and I love life
Yeah I'm a handful but we gon get it right
Been through lows we live through those
Take the blows and get through those
Count 1 count 2 let it be
Count 1 count 2 save energy

Wallet on the dresser
You gon get freshd up
Daily ablutions
Control the movements
There's peace in procedure
Memories' creature
Running running you walk round lately
All on top of day dreams
Tell me what my name mean
Name mean
Name mean
Name me
Whatever there's truth in poem
I ain't new no more
Lost to lore
I don't talk to lord
Ain't that the truth
I bastard you
Father emotion
Born outta scorn
I can't get to the low end
The future in store
Question question dot dot dot
Tired of stressing why can I not
Just chill with it
Go and hit the feels it
My
My oh my
Them boy's hit the sky
Float on through
Ain't nothing to lose
You go with the wind and land on the moon
Hey diddle diddle
The laws when you little
Don't apply when you enter
Time when you bigger
The mind make many winters
But never make it simple
The waters and their ripples
Take off
And make talk
The boats and their lot
Just skate on through
I mean the way we do
Things
Tied up like shoe strings

I'm a sunday night goner
Standing on the river's edge
It's been a long run
I need to clear my head
Hold on love can't do too much
The wayward son you can't touch

Don't mean to fail you but I can't deny
I live for the moments put you through the fire
Out of the home I nest in your mind
Pardon the failures I need to find mine
Hid it from me I hate to be on
But you wanted peace and I could annoy
I give you joy and I give you pain
I'd give you more if I could maintain
Wanted the world and wanted your name
I wanna rise but I can't escape
The features the colors that make up my face
Hit a new low that I can't replace
The moments the fire light it with hate
The battles the wars they're part of the stage
Don't worship the lies but they keep me safe
I been hiding under covers
Finding strength in my brother
We don't hold on to thought
But we going through alot
Ain't no one live my loss
Ain't going into shock
Done with it
I one with it
The new type of goal
Got a head I gotta hold
Keep it
So be it
The new type of freedom
Just being
So beat it
Moon walk
Dream talk
Bean stalk
Own it
Focus
The last moment getter
Rut of my litter
Owner of my hiccups

What I know
Days they gotta go
Gotta get it done
I be out here on the run
Throwing pitches at sun
The long day
The ball game
The hard paint
The heart break
The loss of life
Get you lost tonight
Open to the doors to light
The bars set low
That boss up glow
Lady all I know
If *This the life
Then I *gotta* the right
To *do what it do
Pop up in these shoes
And roll up slow
The hands we hold
The plan I know
The plant that grow
Off concrete
The offbeat kid
Pop the lid
I talk my shit
Play opposites
I offer this
Nothing
To no one
You got it then show sumn'

S1 ep 7A- IMMIGRANT SHIT

Sat, 18 Jul 2020 00:45:11 -0400

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IMMIGRANT SHIT-

Lowly creature
I bump my speakers
Today we lease it
Tomorrow we keep it
Cycles they spin
We all want a Benz
Maybe not
Maybe I
Dissatisfied
With the way of life
This shit crazy
Green card baby
Papa came for school
What he do
Nothing
Something
Not everything though
Why it feel like every gringo
Got it
Huh
That's one way look at it
Take it out on everyone who has it
When you haven't
Had the chance
To taste the pie resting on their pan
Peter make me a believer
The seeds of immigrants
Come to America plant something significant
King Jaffe Jofer
Babba spent his life as a chauffeur
Taxi driver
Uber slave Become a robber
When dinero give no way
We come from good families
Immigrant casualties
Straight edge
With no edge
Cuts and burns of sacrifice
Pour out my soul
I LATHER my self with this poraso
Prepare ourselves for afterlife
Afterlife
Of the 9-5
Flag you down for another ride
Hide
The flag you crowned from another life
Children of a sand nigger camel jockey
Birth certificate states bengali
Whoosa
Who ya'll
To tell us where we belong
The color of my papa skin take refuge on my arm
Refugees
Refuting
That line
Bumping fugees
While in line
For Fu-kee express
Fuck you expect
Dolla Chinese and ten
Cent
Plates
Korea town LA
Let's make a dinner date
Exotic tastes
Of melting pot gumbo
Tumble
Dry
Blue collar shirts for 25
times 3
At the lavanderia get clean
Pace
The pesos
Spend it on churros
Been working like a burro
Murals
Idealized Sacrifice
Pictures are nice
But This shit hard
Avant garde
Thinking
The weekend
Reserved for play
What you say?
Sunday's
For church
Fried chicken And hurt
Greasy elbows can't grease palms
Alms and sacrifice change tides
Float tithes change lives
That's above us
Holy father
Fallen sons
You love us
Or begrudge us
Either way we our sons/suns

S1 ep 6- COYOTAJE

Sat, 04 Jul 2020 04:00:19 -0400

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COYOTAJE-

I wanna get it for life
I wanna get it chew know
I wanna get it for me
I wanna get it for gold
I wanna get it for time
I wanna get it well find
A love we left on the line
I wanna live in a storm
I wanna know where to go
I wanna channel the mind
I wanna hold on to this home
I wanna let go of the ills
Dont get lost in the bills
I wanna live in forever
I wanna hope that you're better
I wanna pray for the prey
I want our problems at bay
I wanna go through the course
Removing remorse
That's how we sore
I wanna live for it all
I want a dream we can call
I want change in this life
I wanna live for the right
I wanna take all your pain
I wanna give peace to your name
All of these lives they live on
We live it we get in we gone
I can't promise tomorrow
And I can not stop all this sorrow
All of it all of it be
We're just a part of the sea
Your image has given me peace
I have your wisdom with me
TEAR DROPS they're pear shaped
We can't rise if we never wait
I never know
Where the tomorrow goes
But I hope you know
That I'll never forget
Pose for the life
Stay awake for the set
Early early early
Gotta make it for' dawn
Early early early
Go go get you gone
I couldn't have love you
You wouldn't seem to have mind
I put no one above you
I hope you kept that in mind
Back and forth across borders
Orders
Of people
Hands on the wheel steady hoping you get a sequel
The struggle between perceived evil
And need to
But no one else will feed you
And you gotta eat too
Three Four
More
Bellies
Who are you telling
The need to keep on keeping
Is more than enough reason
To stomach spoiled greens
The home is clean
The dishes are done
Another run
You got a moment hun?
Another stupid question
From another man who don't put in effort
I get you
They didn't
Day to day livin'
Don't account for pleasure
The measure
Of SUCCESS
Play out in the number of kids you get to DRESS
And FEED
You do your runs, move in cycles
The men just BLEED
Treat it as fun, they have no right to
They just NEED
Shotgun under the SEAT
Your father at EASE
He get to BREATH
You need to FLEE
This your custom
But he ain't with you through customs
And I know that you love him
Your the little girl he use to snuggle with
Now he needs you to Smuggle shit
Medicine
Cigars
And bottles
Hair in The wind
You need to get far
Put the car in throttle
A rush every time
When you cross any line
But you're a mother
So you do
What you need to
One summer
Take the kids with you
So much for wishful
Thinking
Ears ringing
Heart Sinking
Thinking
Slow thinking
Just thinking
Just do
Ain't nobody else gonna give you food
So you do
Children are on deck
MEAL tickets check
Gah Bless
You through this mess
Anything less
No time for stress
So you move
Keep cool
Do you
Then customs
That cunning
Smile
Got you through the aisles
Before
Keep sure and steady
A few questions you ready
Ok
Anything to claim
No
Alright so
They didn't believe you
You pull to the side give them a chance to
Meet you
They go through the car
See your little stars
See the bottles
You play dumb to get em off you
They congregate
Then confiscate
Then define you
Say how fine
You are
Then fine you
So you play
And you pay
Then get back in the car
You're good to go
You start slow
That moment has passed
You see lights
Come to life
In the glass
Ok you
know what to do
Floor the gas
Ain't no speed limits
When you need to keep your mode of livin
Tension
Tension
Tension
You left em
In the Dust
Dirt in the wind
Another story for us

S 1 ep 5- ART COLLAGES [00:13-02:13] & AN ASK [02:16-03:25]

Fri, 03 Jul 2020 04:00:06 -0400

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Episode 5- ART COLLAGES [00:13-02:13] & AN ASK [02:16-03:25] :

ART COLLAGES

Art collages
Different type of projects
I don't know what I'll get
I juh let tha lord in
If I go through change then
I'll start rearranging
Life from all of my ages
Pull wisdom from those stages
Place it on pages
Use it to find my way in
Art collages
I've been gone too often
Often in my head zone
I can't get this day wrong
Wasting all this day time
I can't seem to save time
All this life around me
Covered in surroundings
Blue light screens
As the day light gleams
And it melt ice cream
But the things I've seen
Are frightening
Art Collages
I cannot offset
The means by which we all get
Life in our pockets
Lately lay down
Concrete in playground
Kids don't stay around
We don't lay around
Off in the movements
That keep us glued in
Tasks at hand though
Where our plans go
Art Collages
Paper mache gardens
Things we pick from screens
To try and live the dream
Distractions distractions
Man ain't nobody laughing
I use to play clown
So I could wear crown
They only stare down
You think you on mound
Even on stilts
You couldn't reach it to hill
Playin to a crowd
Soaking in shrouds
They only hear you you loud
When you voice what they mouth
I could switch styles
And I can go miles
Still be a part of the pile
Rinse it wash it
Art Collages
Peace or knowledge
I could wear garments
But I could not garner
Peace

Peace ×3

Piece
Of a greater installation
I tried to fit my way in

At three thirty I'd a never fit in Huh
Jean's dirty pockets got lint Huh
Stuck with a tint
Make me far from a ten
All I've been in
I ain't made outta tin
The thin
Coating
My youth eroding
This bloating
Imploding
With pain self loathing
I've been goading
The man in the mirror
To go head and cheer up
Sheer love for self
Is empty the well
Wishes gone stale
The viel
Of needing and keeping
Make sure that you fail
Mix peace with deep breathing
Ensure you prevail

AN ASK
Hey guiding light
I know it's not the time
But my day's been dynamite
An I can use your line
Lost my way
Yeah I know
Hate to stay
Can't let go
Put my mind
Gave the time
Towed the lines
Cut these vines
Powered through
All I do
What did I do
Accept the new
Respect the OLD
My head my toes
They bother me
My clothes my shoes won't father me

My chains won't honor me
Every thing I want to be
Versus every thing I ought to be
Honestly
The fear in me
My head on me
My enemy
What I'll never be
Off center me

It do ×3
The restless strolls
My head my toes
I bet I know
The well that holds
MY VISIONS
MY ACTIONS are MY Oppositions
All these Acts that make up livin
I'm More my pop than I Care to mention
All my lows
Oh My Lord
Please don't hold it
Can we throw It
Hope I make it
If I make It
Forgive my statements
I can foster Patience
Patience ×3
I do NOT give peace to hope
Or design to freedom
Where I leave it
Will Chain up freedom
This world Leaves me in awe
I hope I can leave with it all

S1, ep 4- WANTS & IDENTITY

Fri, 26 Jun 2020 20:20:11 -0400

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S1, ep 4- WANTS & IDENTITY

Back in the building
Short term healing
It's been a long long Friday
And I'm about to hit it sideways
Ain't no two ways around it
It's gonna down
How it's gonna down
The crowning
Moment come with a few perks
For what is worth
The whiskey neat
The disheveled peaks
By the temple
Loose their peak
The weeks
Been a handful
Closed grip
Fists
And pursed lips
Start to shift
Gone with it
Come on with it
We off in it
A new life
48 hour stride
Aim
For aimless
Take treatment where the pain is
Deep down in the gut
What I have for lunch?
A couple of crackers
A crack at
The stucco
On the ceiling
Want the break through
Cuckold
By these feelings
Wants
Won't do
Uh
Shimmy shimmy yaa
What I really really want
To stand still
On the hedonic treadmill
But it keep going desires appetite
Dissatisfied with satisfied
Click click bate
Collections on my plate
This shit straight
But I'mma need another way
Consomme
And muddied paths
Sour tastes
And bubble baths
That's the ying ying yang
The big big bang
It all start with a pop
Or a lack of
A father figure
Get a dolla
Hit up
McDonald's
Happy with a sandwich or fish fry
Switch life
The Pitfalls
Of Foie Gras
And foibles
Of coming into the world
Without a name like Doyle
Thoughts brought to life by a girl
A six year old
Who wished her name was Emma
The blemish
Of our skin
Begin to filter in
The mind
Before we learn to tell time
Time was We operated youth care free
Now tread that statement carefully
Let innocence roam aimlessly in rompers
And always talk up
I pissed away my twenties
Checkin for acceptance like money
Pander and play the fool
Truth is they would never think me cool
Laugh with me
Or laugh at me
I assumed uncle tom
Hoping they would sing my song
If you gotta act out to be in
Then what's the reason for being
I'd shelter in daps
And nods
A pat on the back
Take away the flaws
Tell you a secret it don't
Rote
Lives
Mechanical strides
That graduate one day to the next
Weight heavy on my crest
Living vida
Sous vide
Slowly pressured and wrapped up
Cooking up schemes
That would fix everything
A wrench in my plan
In the form of the lives I don't understand
Souls that surround
The areas I lounge
I can't complete the ouroboros
Resting on my laurels
Bet they ain't never crowned
A skin colored brown
Or darker colored shade
You could call it throw away

Snappin my fingers
You know what I mean bra
I could not get even
And even if I
Was sittin this high

They knock me for design ER lord
At least I do kno
That these type of boys
Are made up of noise
Show them some toys
Let it fill void
Watch how they playin'
And see what they craving
They asking for guidance and you giving up Statements

I wanna tell you to get it for life
The day that I say it I hope you reach heights
Figure the mind
Think design
Someone gon tell you to back
You back
Someone gon tell you to act
You act
Enough of that
We off of that
You offer that
Peace
Release
Relief
I reach
For peace
A piece
Of the pie
Thoughts in my mind
Leave it behind
Slow ride
I hold light
My whole life
Been on sight
This same body
Been pain body
It ain't money
I ache my knees
I say my peace
This ain't a lease
I own it
How many own it
How many want it
All of the warnings
To keep you up off it
Savor the chase
Slow up the pace
Get it and go
Thing you should know
Dreams that you hold
Always gon change
Part of the game
How you gon play
Out of my way
To be in the run
And capture the sun
Add up the sum
Do it equate
To steps you take
To reach the sky
To beat the low and touch the lights
Can get you more can't get you right

That on you
I hear you too
Pain is pain is pain is pain
Another low another stain
I buss my ass I get no brakes
What I'm uh na do change the lane
The days moved on I stayed the same
Slow transitions
I opened up listen
Put myself up in it
The moments they void
Offer the boy
Give up the hand
Better the man
Work the land
Figure the paln
Picture the sand
The waves the days
The Ray's that make
It all go away
What can I say
Smoother rides
What do you provide
I ain't use to fights
Or useless lies
It don't harmonize
And all the eyes
Not on me or you
Slow the time
Like 3 or 2
Day by day
We making way
Let's go
Let's grow
Take you off hold
Add to your soul
Feed you design
Breath you Devine
Lease you the time
To get you up ticking
Level up image
Off what we didn't
Bout what we doing
Bout having you in
My life

S1, ep 3- Not The Reflections We Wanted

Sat, 20 Jun 2020 01:35:07 -0400

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S1, ep 3- Not The Reflections We Wanted

Tell me what you seeing
When you looking at him
Got a lot of places to be in
And I came on a whim
2 00 (double 0) 4 on crutches
Nose goes don't touch this
I utter
My peace
Then proceed for relief
The days are getting old
And my mind can't get a hold
Of what I need to grow
Redlands by the pool
Scheming on tennis shoe
Extra curricular To get a head
That racket by my bed
Dismantle all these threads
But we bounce back dribble on court
The sophomore
Slump
Prepare you for all the bumps
Don't get distracted by the lore
Tall stories
Not your glory
Walkin' through the hallways
Trynna blend in like always
But the four stripe adidas
On my t shirt
Don't help me keep up
The clothes is bootleg
But the love is real
I hold on to what you say
But it don't help me deal
Tap my heel two time
One for the mind
The other for appeal
If I bow on salat
Would banish all my odds
I can't go up on the line
If the language not defined
The weather may be dreary
But I'm taught to talk clearly
You probably see my skin like mud
Soaked in suds
Told you I can't scrub
DNA off WHAT you want me to be
What you want us to be
I can be more
But I can't be anything else
Hope that line helps
Assistance
Decisions
Passed down before we entered livin
Most of us are given choices
Dictated by voices
That never would appoint us
To any position
So we play different parts
Trying to perfect the arch
Rely on the pivot
Off balance lanes
And teeter totter days
Occupy the brain
The ripples in the lake
Mimic our fate
Connections
We rather disconnect from
USB
C
Connectors and universal chargers
In a universe we're trying to be a part of
Off us
With a universe of charges
Better equipped to out us
Talk about equipment
I know I gotta mention
Tools
We use
To keep the soul loose
A couple of good tunes
Flat screen teles
And friends around my belly
Keep it peanut butter smooth in a world that get jelly
That's for the the suckers
Grab the smuckers
Out the fridge
And pair it with some gushers
Can I live
Mind escape that's five on it
Wrap five in it
Get a rap sheet five come with it
And bars not the only limits
So we stayed on course
Paid no mind to noise
Put the mind in books
A route that took
My brother through college
A life we always wanted
The hauntings
Of red lights traffic stop spook
It took
Cooperation and concerted effort
To make the world better
Its gonna take a concert of voices droppings from heaven
And true understanding
To begin to measure
The real worth of life
Past rulings only decide
A choice from one side
We inherit traits
We inherit fate
We inherit oppression
Consistently left in
The back
Where they do that
On the soil where I stand
Rub oils on hands
Protect the features
That picture me as a creature
What I look like
What this like
The noose won't loosen
And the knee don't lift
2020 something and the seas don't shift

How many stories
Must we define
To live out on glory
And cut out the line
AIN'T nothing to tell us
Ain't no one to be
The systems a failure
You are what you need
Change up the picture
Forget what they feed
If we going by image
I loose what I eat
Open the screen
Who be looking like me

Ain't nothing to tell us
If you shelf us
I won't stand it
Cultural bandits
That how god planned it
I think not
Yall think rot
I think lot
Higher and higher and higher we go
Ain't nothing to tell us ain't nothing to show
No Picture
You pick us
Just look how you stick us
No pick up
The wicked
Got blessed with no limits
No thanks
No tanks
I adjust my aim
Target the pain
I know what I ain't
I know what I can
Start with the hand
An grow out a plan
An Hope we land
On Cleaner sands
Or clearer lens
We'll hold our own no pretend
I begin
To realise
The color of fence on this side
A reflection of being in real life

Ain't nothing to tell us
Ain't nothing to see
Build us a home
Make all that we need
Love how you live
All I could give
Clothes on my own
And thoughts from my head

I lived with fear for so long
Add to that self doubt
Wow
I'm fully immersed in both
That's not the way to float
Through life. I know
I left my self still
In a world that continues to spin
To no end
Constantly told what I wasn't.
Won't, will not & can't These crutches
Do nothing
To Support movement
Sounds, voices, the click clack of necessity
What I want, and the life that's not meant for me
Do you know what it feels like
To swim in the eyes of the ones who gave you life
And drown in their doubt
Then the mouth
Begins its machine work
Dolling out
What you aren't
And why they your creators
Weren't
Able to erect their own potential
Ahh that's more than a handful
To bear on the mantel
On a young one
Trynna realize existence

Polaroids
Capture all the noise
I wasn't the one I am your boy
Eyes on me
This life all me
This life all mine
How you define
The parts I play
Control my day
With what you say
I am what I am
Yall understand ?
Not
Got
No time to explain
Yall live my pain?
Yall in my brain?
Yall bear my stains?
Yall fill my frame?

Ain't nothing to tell me
Y'all don't help me
Y'all so empty
Please don't end me
Get no entry
Into this mind
That I designed
I took the time
To draw the lines
To put up design
To find refine
And find devine
In self
My wealth
My well
My L's
My self
I get
I give
Time to live
Time to know
All I am
All want

I want so many things
I want to be so many things
I want to be so many beings
Elements of this that
The brick a brack
That fill my cap
Elements of life I gather from magazine stacks
I wanted to be so many different things
During different times
Of my design
One image against another forcing me to compete
On what I think, thought, still think
Will make me complete
Then delete
These ideas of self will no longer suffice
On to a new life

S1, EP 2-The Children's Descent Into Ascension [VERSION 3]

Sat, 20 Jun 2020 01:33:00 -0400

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The Children's Descent Into Ascension:

Two boys round the bus stop
Tell you where the fun stop
At reflections on the metal
That's where you see the devil
Details flesh out our levels
Starter sweaters
And bootleg jewels
I wanted better
And you did too
Wallets don't lie
Throw us some money
Or give us your time
Constantly running
Never taste pie
5 am wake ups
For 6 am pick ups
For 8 am starters
American dream martyrs
Degrees that will laud us
Or lord us
The lore of
The afternoon
School
Cross to reach houses on the mounds
White kids get to lounge
What you boasting get me down
Rustle of the leaves
We don't know those sounds
Our type of thing
Roaches on the ground
Green altimas
And weekly ultimatums
Talks with lord
Receive some patience
Ask for more
And keep on waiting
That's the life that play out daily
Pappa buy groceries
Mamma bear fruit
I'mma need more money
That will not do
Send us on field trips
Then we all cool
Jays my boy got Jays
Jays my boys got Jays
I know I HEAR WHAT YOU SAY
That's how the convo played
A.I. Questions
Can I get an answer
Talk bout lessons
Then you throw your hands up
Circle of life pappa mufasa
Told us move further
Say he got love but treatment is murder
Overprotective
Tell you what the threat is
The wife the kids
Blame it on them
Then live pretend
Struggle for ends
Treat the boys like friends
Then blur the lens
Foggy specs bound by scotch tape
Get identity through cosplay
Wu wear
Who cares
Lugz
No love
It's a free world wear what you want
But threads
Cost bread
Don't I know
Save or spend
I wanna do both
That seem like OTHER color dreams
Family life like DEVIL on my wings
I've been on my knees
Hopin'
Wishin'
Prayin'
Sayin"
I'm a do better and I'm a na make it
Pop always fed up and maa cannot take it
You call us some bastards we live by those Statements
Statements
Words
Hurt
Herd
Mentality
For the family
Pose for pictures
Smiles don't lift us
School panoramas
And weekly planners
We all throw our hands ups
Yell at us teach manners
Arrange secret Santas
Force the kids to play pretend
Tug and pull and stress the rents'
Barely make the rent
But kids need friends
Give in
Given in
Thanks for giving
Play the culture save religion
Thanksgiving and football
Is that what you want
Play play
Play play
Pay to play
But play don't pay
It take time to take time
And cab time don't make wine
Word of the day
A
Assimilation
Work hard be patient
Then come the day when
It all come together that's over me
Over peas
And boxed potatoes
Gravy in the ladle
Talk about why we can't stay close
We see other kids
Where they live
That school not even in our zip code**

I want you to tell me what we doing round here
If you do not help me then you don't get ear
Finger wagging ain't doing too much
If you really want help me then pull out the love
Eyes they are rolling those smiles disguise
You know what they holdin' they give you no life
When you realize it
It feel like surprises
You rather close eye lids
We grew up in violence
Hands on untouchables
You just hope they don't
Reach it
Only defense
Is to play pretend
But when
Escape do not defend
You come out more weakened
The weekend
In the toilet
Lock the bathroom block out noises
Got about your choices
Like you picking up some roses
Grow up find the voices
That make you fell annointed

No lectures
Just help from
Those who endeavor
To try an make us better
Confused in the way
God called the play
Anyone but me
Find the way with ease
Hard keep it whole
Its easier to go
Blind folded
In the ocean
Unaware of what's floating
Around
Don't stop now
But these silent pauses
Feel like permanent closets
I can't tell you how often
All this empty talkin
Fill the head up with caution
Hexagonal reds
Slow the movement of my steps
Got depressed
Tried to eat myself to death
Ketoacidosis
Had to get low to get me open
3 days floatin
In a hospital bed
Corrupt the thoughts in my head
There's so much I didn't get to
Pouring out over instrumentals
What's the aesthetic of my music
Young wild rooted
Young brown youth in
A room with
Varying hues
When the day let loose
And the paint start to droop
The layers that covered you
And The prayers that kept you true
No longer do
Do you change roots
I asked you to Raise our roof
Instead of raising your voice
Caught with a ear full Of blaze blaze blaze
Give room to the things that I say
I can't
Play offense
If you often
Off in
The clouds playing pretend
I can't defend
Your reasons
To continue living weakened
We in
A bind
Split in design
I gave you your time
I gotta get mine
I gotta get us
We gotta get up
I know you fell
But we can't fail
Or play pretend
Or be in
Confusion
On what we are doing

SEASON 1-LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL: EPISODE 1- THROUGH THE TUNNEL [00:22-02:15] & THE TRAJECTORY OF SMOKE [02:23-05:11]

Mon, 08 Jun 2020 07:16:01 -0400

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THROUGH THE TUNNEL [00:22-02:15]

I'm up to my liver
With shiver
You figure
I fill up
A river
And hide behind winter
Freeze flow
As far as dreams could go
We not even so
On a need to know
You won't even know
What freedom hold
My grip failed me
I want healthy
A good set of lungs
And knees that even up
My needs don't need enough
The tea that's in my cup
Might go and keep me up
If not that then stress
If not that then eh
Or meh
I meant
To do better by me
Why we
Fall victim
To a choice of living
Of our own picking
Pick up pickets
Pick up fruit
Pick on victims
Pick out cool
Mirrored shades
And heathen ways
Ease the day
Easter may
Have come and gone
I got my eggs in one basket
This world moves on
Task it
With the weight of all my wants
Come to grips
That I won't get
All I wanted
Columbia provided my initial sights
On life
Maa Pop in thirties
My numbers now
Those screams use to hurt me
I'm not far from that child
Do we ever really change
Or do CHANGE change
Or do short change affect the long range
I penny pinch
Over time spent
Its gotta go and it will
What you think? time hold still
Jittery
Mixed breed
I hoped you could hear me
My brother in a cocoon of gods blessin'
That's maa would tell it
Can't lie I'm jealous
As in then as in now
I play pretend I lie through smiles
But we got us
As in then as in now
We hoped on bus
Rode it all the way to mar vista
Chase
The short escape
Marred by our vistas
Hoping elementary
Had better pictures
For us to fill up
There's 64 crayons in box
How we put eyes to shock
When you give yourself structure
And the world deal you ruptures
You can't hide behind buffers
The covers
Of mother
And father
They go vamoose
Open up truth
Let the ghosts out
The clothes out
A new haunt
Old wants
Go chase it
New demands replace it
Occupied lanes
And peace we don't sustain
I can't give you what I crave
If I can't explain the taste
It just sensations
Off in meditations
Buzz of the phone make you weigh in
Notifications
Someone's on vacation
And I can't get a day in
Running constantly running

THE TRAJECTORY OF SMOKE [02:24-05:11]

Somewhere near the center of the room
Rests an astray
That houses a diminutive roach
From which Smoke
Departs
Looking to be a part
Of newer things
A vibrant community
In the corner
Proves to be a homerun
A Crowd
With Fluctuating mouths
Open and close
And branded clothes
With the smoothest pose
Seems like the place to call home

Red carpet tongues
And fresh virgin lungs
You think that'd be enough
To nest in and lay back
You were the best in a pack
Of 20 twenty, that smoke blind vision
Hats off to ambitions
You replaced the pen in hand
As you laid your plan
When your filters
Faltered
You became the PEN
Out the box
With the youthful souls on lock
You the bop
The new tune
Exhumed
From old time pictures
As you pick up
The new sheen like windex on mirror
That hide behind fear of
Isolation
Pressure
Libations
With the hair up
Ya'll pair well
Take the form of a L
And lift
I can't do it
Blend in with clouds
And immerse with the shroud
Of Sky dwellers
I tell yah
That deepsea isolation
Give birth to an ocean of thought
Only time will tell the battles you fought
Were they worth the navigation
The brightening end
As you loose your height
Might seem dim
But you own the rights
To apetite
Consume
Assume
Your duties
Perform them duly
Lord lord lordy
If I knew you from the time I was a shorty
Then surely
The surly
Being I've become
Would dissipate like chocolate on the tongue
Sweet jesus
What I do about these features
Electric boogaloo
And a battered pack of cools
Nat Sherman
Man
Myself when smoke was the tune
Entrenched in the pull
Bombs bursting
Feel like 1 0 00 1 conversions
Say in bit
Feel like bytes
But the screen
In between
Make it feel alright
Fuel for the light
Charcoal on aluminum
That's what you do with em
Slowly take it in
And swaddle in sin
The night got many features
Take your leaves and leave it
We not in eden
Haven't been for some time
Shorten the line
As your lips race to drag
Pull peace from the bag
Lighters and eyeliner
Do it for old timers
Cool hand luke
Milk shake by the juke
Box
The day our world got shocked
I was trynna meet up with
Marlboro cowboy & Joe Camel
Hit the pits
When I went
To school with 911 on the channel
SMOKE

Came up in a foggy LA
Raised in the chase
Pop hustled taxi
Mindset far from lacking
Scrimmage with roaches
But the dreams will float us
Payless for the loafers
Sycamore Cove for the ocean
Go get it
Smoke is terrific
Until you live it
Chill and grill
Until them questions break your seal
What and why
Can never be too fly
Clothes for distractions
Cover all of my actions
Talk a good game
And they all play nice
Flaunt the good NAME
And you off like christ

My uncle pulled on Budweiser and 100s
My boy on Menthol 72s
American Spirituals
For peace when you want it
The boy Jack in the gauntlet
Up in the the haze
Momentary escape
But you can never get away
SMOKE

H V B R SEASON 1 PROLOGUE BONUS EPISODE - FAMILY TALK: THE TELLING OF INTENT [00:10-00:32], NO FATHER OF MIND [00:38-02:47], PORCELAIN [02:53-05:27]

Mon, 08 Jun 2020 05:43:52 -0400

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TABLE TALK: DINNER [00:14-3:12], JULY 4 [03:40-04:34], 4 JULY [04:48-07:22]

Fri, 22 May 2020 18:50:00 -0400

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TABLE TALK: DINNER [00:14-3:12], JULY 4 [03:40-04:34], 4 JULY [04:48-07:22]

DINNER [00:14-03:12]

Awkward Dinners
magnify the need
for me
To kill my liver
How many times can I
Stare at my steak
Contemplating fate
FINISH THE BEEF AND DEAD THE PLATE
ALL OF THIS FRICTION GON GIVE US THE SHAKES
Out of the moments And into the mind
All of this wasting the wasting of time
All that we're doing is crossing the line
Live in the darkness you live in your mind
Living with caution we live on a mine
There's curry on the stove
Problems in the pot
Let the rice boil you want your meals hot
Food on the table
Problems under the mat
Me under a label
never that
I have been you way longer than
I have been my
self
Endless L's
I end this hell
Haven In my lunch
Heaven in my dinner
In the morning captain crunch
A few drinks for the sinners
My poor covers my pores
Expensive pours for the allure
I want five meals I'll settle for three
I want my wine chilled I'll settle for tea
5minutes 10 minutes dinner on repeat
5minutes 10 minutes now we over heat
5minutes 10 minutes can I leave my seat
5minutes 10 minutes pressure over me
As the kettle starts to scream
And you spread the cream
Butter for the greens
Sugar for the dreams
A couple of slices of lime
For the sour moments in time
SOUL FOOD
And cold moods
Don't Pair well
No takeouts for the farewell
You want out you don't fare well
Life ain't fair well
It's water under the bridge
Only way to live
Keep on keepin
Only way to reason
Give you warmth throughout the seasons
Still you stay salty
You need to lay your wantings
Come on come off it
Exhaust for the exhausted
We need fresh air here
I know your fear
Mowing down my fodder
listening to my father
I thought we would've moved further
But you think you god father
Got me looking towards God Father
Wrong religion
How we livin'
You don't get it
I cant give in
Blame game
Pain Game
We paint the same
Picture
You claim
your words scripture
your words have no fliter
we snap when we chat
What you hitting at
I know you think you wise
But That don't make us rise

JULY 4 [03:40-04:34]

July 4
My eyes sore
Tear ducts on overload
Why You think you my over lord
I just wanted it to be over lord
Couldn't get over lord
Spirituality I can't pay up
I avoid prayer
Bawling in my room stayed laid up
Wake up you gotta wake up
Nah I rather sleep
Leeeemme my count sheep
This wool will hear my pleads
please
at ease
I feel sheepish
All my defense
Got me wolfin' down pretense
It is what is
we get it how we live
Some of us live to get it
some of us just don't get it

4 JULY [04:48-07:22]

Because we know all too well
how fire works
And we'll do this till
the tire bursts
Or the the water works
I don't know what all this water worth
I know it drains
And when you mix it with pain
dirt
It becomes muddy
stains
the thirst
For more
Leaves the throat sore
Pain and time
Got a hold of your mind
Pain and time
Got a hold of your mind
Pain and time
Got a hold of your mind
Pop pop pop
I don't know what you could want
I just know that all these wants
Got the demons going all in
All in mind
Lost in time
In the mode
Give us hope
Gimme mine
Find the ways
Ride the waves
Got you paid
Got you played
No more games
In my pain
kept it sain
Let it drain
All the fluids
That got us going stupid
The days are ruthless
The pain will root us
My pops threaten to call the cops
On a regular basis
I've lost my soul tryna stay in my father's Graces
The laces
Are tied
The methods been tried
The patience is tried
The back is tired
The feet on fire
Relations on pyre
Mind on higher
Grounds
We go through rounds
Only to let heads spin
Play nice Kindergarten lessons
You suppose to
Flower your Kins gardens with blessings

TROUBLED: YOUR BACK IS AGAINST THE WALL NOW THINK [00:23-03:47], FEED [03:52-05:17] & MEDITATIONS ON AMERICA [05:23-08:56]

Fri, 15 May 2020 08:18:22 -0400

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TROUBLED: YOUR BACK IS AGAINST THE WALL NOW THINK [00:23-03:47], FEED [03:52-05:17] & MEDITATIONS ON AMERICA [05:23-08:56]

Your Back Is Against The Wall Now Think...
[00:23-03:37]

Back against the wall
I ain't the one to call
We been through this before
Connect the name to lord
Who you praying for
You need religion
When your needs not given
Air to breathe
Careless needs
Down in the trenches
We'll use all our leverage
To salvage routine
Off of dreams
And out in the wild
I connect smiles
With agile
INTENT
The bent
To get it in
Before you really put it in
Work
Worth
Worse
Were the times
I could not call mine
9 times out 10
I could not begin
To tell you how the day start or where it would end
Strung out over a father I could not control
My laces are tied those lessons coming in cold
Buck what you teaching
If every moments a reason
To let off and let loose
I pray god hang round coop
Play chicken
When you slay limits
The pain came to roost
On us four
Lock my doors
Make sure
To breath in deep
Think with ease
We don't always get relief
New ways to release
On the brief
Peaks
Where the afternoon steep
It's a long fall
Till night call
What you choose to do in between
Is your thing
I'll bring
Us out of the fire and over the hill
I'll never change we'll keep it real
Throw salt on my name is that how you deal
Know I can be tame but I will not heal
I left a decade to the wind
To no end
I rejoiced at the point
Where night would begin
Rubber band boy dont get worn out
There's only so many times you can bounce back
Till you fall flat
You let the tires roll
As long the the paper scrolls
Calm cool and collective
Under fire when the morning gets reflective
Selective reflections
When your ego needs protection
Left in the mud
Don't let the world treat you like cud
As I put on my gloves
I'll ride the buzz
Hand on wheel drive
And I'll arrive
All in due time
Drive for the mind
Swerve on the curb
Free up my nerves
Foot on the break
Can't leave it to fate
Drive man don't stop
My world in a clock
Hand on the wheel
Connect how I feel
Speeding just speeding
Get away from my evenings
I pray to allah
I pray for alot
Yall don't know the name
"I won't play the game
Troubles for my days
Problems that I lay
Started in LA
Then I went through change
Hard to stay the same
And we'll enter time
And we had the lows
All I ever know
Keep peace in the mind
I can't hold the line
No one tells
Ain't no one to tell
It figures
The only ones to lift us
Are the only ones who will list us
It's a
Constant back and forth
To try and tackle force
My father on the fourth
I popped out as the first
You'd a think my name was cursed
Is this what you do
Isn't it rude
Take all uh the good
Erase all OF the could
If you rob me of dreams
And replace it with steam
How do you think that I'll lean
It isn't needs
Honor from me
Do you think that it means
I drop to my knees
Call out the weak
Know what you speak
Issues they issues
Where you think they would get you
All that I'm into
Is an attempt to go rid you
And clear up my mental
I cannot settle
For flash backs
That play at stats
That have me pay for casks
To wear the mask
To cover lacerations
Pass the point of waiting
Beyond the point of control
This ain't how I wanna grow

FEED- [03:52-05:17]
I could raise wrists
And let palms kiss
Till the morning mist
Or the soul lift
I want it
Honest
Air
That consume empty stares
I've employed
Joy
To ferry me through rivers of tears
I stumbled through tiers
Of elation
Laid in
Mourning
Till morning
Egged me on
To another dawn
My mother does not understand depression
My father will not give name to agression
What ever we call it
It's important to acknowledge
The things The emotions that stall us
All us
Could do better
Call us
Whatever
Make sure you call us ambitious
Given
The delicious
Nature of ignorance
Consumption becomes limitless
Pot bellied
And showered in syrup
The sugar
Levied
From memory banks
Breech the levees
The ranks
Of composure Flooding our actions
With reaction
We act in
Spurts
Spurred
On by click bait phishing
Through filters
This ain't the type of fishing
That get you filled up
Always Three steps from important
Night vision heroics
We ain't walkin miles
And I ain't switchin styles
My honesty lack the guile
To keep me a float in the wild
Separate the vain
From the tamed
We need more lanes
The roads that are paved
Only allow for so many to get through
The visceral wantings
Pair with visions of belonging
Leave the stomach empty

MEDITATIONS ON AMERICA [05:23-08:56]

To live n die in America
Pardon my skin I am not aryan
Racked my mind and I don't know
There isn't another place that I can go
It is where I am from
This is all that I have been
What I know
Will not let me in
It would be better
If we were in a new era
But we are the new era
We'll resurrect old errors
As we Magnify terror
We live with our hairs (heads) up
Errors never died
And Tensions don't lie
We address
Pressures
To the sky
Let the anger rise
As we Lie
In Wake
And allow moments to die
As We Negotiate Faith
This pace will not bring us peace
These Situations will bring us to OUR knees
Slow DOWN
We are home NOW
We should Respect our dwelling
Why are we yelling
If mamma's not home
And poppa ain't known
And our problems are stone
I guess we've gotta be grown
Or we're gone
To live and survive in America
Pardon my mind I did not care enough
Racked up time This is all I own
Dreaming of the places that we can go
Where I'm from
Considers me sin
The dreams I hold
Are not allowed to begin
One way LETTERS
As We tried to keep our heads up
But if everybody is fed up
And problems won't let up
Are we the ones that dead us
Or do we birth effort
The pleasure
In being
Is in the privelage of seeing
We don't need
20/20 vision
Just enough to measure distance
And acknowledge difference
I Should not have to RUN for my race
Or sing amazing grace
While covering my face
If grace is so amazing
We would have the will to stop hazing
Wait a cotton pickin minute
You would think we'd know our limits
All these battles that we're pickin
Just to rattle while we picket
In the gravel or the thicket
We could unravel or just stick in
Strange fruit
Grow from poisoned roots
We can go about business in our suits
While we Follow suit
And wallow in soot
Or we could make a difference
Run the distance in our shoes
Or we can go down the CHUTE
Playing CHUTES
And ladders
But the fun stop when who you SHOOT
Don't matter
We need to climb the latter
Snakes get to feast
When the blocks get slippery
We talk about substance
We talk about lovin'
The things that we covet
Only produce covers
To live and thrive in America
Part of our crime we're not aware enough
Laawd hear me
Or heal me
Remove the fear we
Make
It has Been some time ago
Don't know where I'ma go
Feelin MIA
All we give you
All we live through
We just need a way
Time has failed us
Time will tell us
I can't keep my faith
Walkin through the mud
I can't no more
Tried pull above
I'm not so sure
My skin hues
These are old news
I wont change
I told you
I can't change
I hope you
Would get it
I'm holding to livin
These stares become prisons
I know what I've given
I hope you would listen
You don't
I won't
Give up light
Or surrender my rights
The reason for livin is life
And the American life should be every life
Our goal to live and rise and America

EXISTING BEYOND THE SMOKE: COPPED CAR [00:04-02:09], & FLUID THOUGHTS IN MOTION [02:22-03:20]

Fri, 08 May 2020 08:00:54 -0400

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EXISTING BEYOND THE SMOKE: COPPED CAR [00:04-02:09], & FLUID THOUGHTS IN MOTION [02:22-03:20]

COPPED CAR [00:04-02:09]

Lemme tell you how my day go
My bro copped the romeo
We don't move for ladels
We lay dough
You play though
Racist ass bitch
Question me on my shit
And how we came to get
Remind of incident
That happened in 08
Ain't the first time I lived hate
As I delivered packages
I had to use the use the bathroom
Sitting in the Stall
I heard the call
Owned by a voice above me
Hey buddy
While washing my hands
I was Approached by that man
Who looked at me dirty
And began to escort me
Out to the hall
Where I was greeted with awe
Seen as a flaw
All this for skin
I should of never come in
A cloud of blue eyes
Ruled by despise
Played victim-
Unaware of the nightmare I was livin
A pregnant woman clutching her belly
My heart held the same fear that her movements were telling
I hoped they would listen
I told them I asked permission
They looked at me dismissive
The extension of their courtesy
Was to get a cop to escort me
And drop me
Off somewhere nearby
Blurry eyed
I landed at the mall
Standing in awe
By the footlocker
Relieved that I wasn't locked up
Ain't the first time this happened
Tap in
A memory from '02
In my pay less shoes
Across the street from my apartment in k town
Outta school fresh off the play ground
In my HAND A BAG of hot cheetos
With the hot cheese on
Top
Approached by two cops
Pops
Drove taxi
He pulled up on time
Any later and I'd be in the back seat
First time I realised my looks were a crime
5 told pops A Suspect was on the loose
Who knew
A middle school boy could go get the boot
Up To that point I didn't pay attention
To skin or religion
I was raised to fit in
1990's
The time we
Lived in south carolina
The only Bengali Hispanic in the line up
I started school at sister Clara muhammads
Playing around the trees
Running around free
Watching power rangers
And VR Troopers
Un aware of how power arrange us
And how zip codes keep us cooped up
The coup for
Which we came to buy
Shouldn't have me questioning why
Its Curious how a material thing
Got me questioning my material my being

FLUID THOUGHTS IN MOTION [02:22-03:20]

Sometimes the greatest luxury afforded
Is returning home at the end of the day
Fatigued
These
Muscles don't lie
I
Am head over heels
With the chase to feel
Alive
These eyes
Ain't use to light
Nestled in the voices that seemed protective
In the time of night that birth reflection
Trynna find the spot I left my head in
4 years old
5 years old
Teens
Twenties
Dreams
Money
Let it all be
Days I was letting of steam
Only to shrivel when pressed
I come from a long line of stress
Pollution
Easy solution
That what it is
More power in tears
Slow release
Garner stronger relief
Back and forths about my skin
My original sin
Can't choose how we begin
But I got my thumb on an end
And I'll bet you till then
I'll do what I can
To put purpose to plan

This podcast will pivot between spokenword and rap.

Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. THANK YOU for listening.

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

We explore existence through the lens of family, the immediate family and the greater family that is the society and world we occupy and exist with. We are interested in how family influences us and how we inform it- and how this relationship impacts us and our world. These explorations come from our own lives. This is a weekly podcast coming to you every FRIDAY. Each week we will deliver a piece of sonic art that will vary in form and time. The backdrop, the music that is our canvas will also be different every week. We want to take you on a journey, for this journey to be as fulfilling as possible it is important to us that we provide you the listener varied settings and scenery.

BEAUTY ON FIRE: TAMALES ON XMAS EVE [00:14-02:05], REFLECTIONS FROM A LA ROOF TOP [02:20-04:09] & ROSES BURNING IN THE MOONLIGHT [04:13-06:01]

Fri, 01 May 2020 06:51:06 -0400

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BEAUTY ON FIRE:

TAMALES ON XMAS EVE [00:14-02:05]

The other day
I had gumbo with a base
Of pureed
Persimmons
Remind me of tamales
Being made
In your kitchen
The night before Christmas
The dough
Wrapped in husk
That's how I know
Your love
The all encompassing embrace
I'll never see your living face
Yeah I got pictures
But they're tainted by mixture
Of memories
And the person who I really see
Or saw
The balance of every day living calls
The ups don't take from the downs
Ain't no replacing the crown
Close my eyes
For a dose of life
Memories are for THE LIVING
And the responsibility is remembering
THE GIVING
Back of LIFE
To the ones that turned on LIGHTS
So here's to you
Here's to us
The grand mama love
The Christmas eve tamale husks
Never known healing
I don't ('ount) know how to deal it
Marinate in the minute
Come alive at the mention
All of this tension
And None of these lessons
Provided protection
My feet get to steppin
I own up my effort
I rose up from lesser
They go
I know
The FEET
ON REPEAT
Walkin we walkin
STEPPIN out often
All this release
It Don't give relief
It don't
I know
I Know
Bitter child
You lost your smile
I ain't know joy in a while
Plus the world needs guile
The toys did what they *DO*
Besides all these actions don't figure
Into A ROOF
Over head
Me over my bed
Tetris in my head
Trynna figure how to fit in
I need to get to livin

REFLECTIONS FROM A LA ROOF TOP [02:20-04:09]

Sunday morning on an LA roof top
Flanked by palm trees I want what you got
1 9 99
An we've stepped over the line
This thick air
Don't cover my fear
Blanketed under the unknowns
It'd be some years till life would begin to display what it owns
I didn't want to be present for the unboxing
The locking
Of two brothers in a room
Immersed in the croons
Of maa and paa
My lord allah
I would mingle with prayer rugs
Until I could identify love
But love don't show face
And how you replace
Years of remorse
When the course
Through which you lead
Is riddled with leaves
That claim ground as their home
Branch off the unknown
I was told for so long the pedigree
From which I spring
Had in store better things
But blood lines got limitations
Restless child force fed education
The other day my older brother asked me if I graduated
I had a date in
Mind
But reality and time
wlould not align
Bs excuses
I done told you before that stares become nuuses
These questions are nuisance
Prevent unison
And the union in
Which we're privileged to possess
Will never regress
I'm just in my feelings
Feelin
That's the cause of my reelin'
Easily swayed
By what could be said
Those palm trees who were still GOT a two step
My legs move free and I can't move them
Any movement
Count on steps
That's how you build progress
Through pieces Shrapnels of my past
Make appearances every time I glance
At the being offered on the glass
At the altar of the sink
I offer up routine
What's more sacred
Than the actions we invest our day in

ROSES BURNING IN THE MOONLIGHT [04:13-06:01]

ROSES
Roses burning in the moonlight
I can't
I can't get yall to do right
On me
Why is it always on me
My feet
I put covers on my feet
My left foot right
I done fucked it up
I'm loosing life
I can't seem to get enough
Over the edge
And over my head
I can't go under
But I lack hunter
Mentality
Reality
I'm more complacent
Satiated
With recreation
On my nation
The stations
We occupy
Belie
The lives
That exist in our eyes
The disconnect from mind
And lines
That tread us
Led us
To believe
That we've
Achieved
But the world we
Live in
Keep on spinning
Achievements become old trophies
Markers
That we market
Love you for the mark up
But our image mark us
Persona non grata
You gotta
Be kidding
The kid in
His father's
Shoes
With his dreams in the garbage chute
We've offered you
Everything
For a chance to be anything
Give life to anybody
To spark light for everybody
This crimson oppression
Fill the pitcher of aggression
I can't snap off of lessons
That didn't prep me for tests in
This life
The white lights
And alabaster gowns
Got me feelin like a bastard in this town
Yall fathered oppression
Mothered transgressions
Stepped in directions
That loop
The lids droop
The head hangs
The pang
Of defeat
The willow weeps
The old trees
Were supposed to be evergreen
Uprooted and supplanted
The land in
Our sight
Don't acknowledge life
For Roses in the moonlight

***

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Enjoy this bonus material from us at

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Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

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Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. THANK YOU for listening.

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

THROUGH THE MIRROR & BACK: VIEWS ON FRIENDSHIP [00:25] & SON [3:47] - BONUS SNIPPET

Fri, 24 Apr 2020 08:09:20 -0400

*** As we find ourselves floating in a sea of uncertainty, alongside everyone in this global community treading amongst the waves of disbelief and belief we have to make adjustments to keep afloat. We have been unable to work within the recording studio to exercise edits, engineering and further recording, for this we have to delay our intended release date from April 27th 2020 to sometime in late May of 2020. We will continue to release a steady stream of bonus material (unrefined content) until we can officially provide you the listener with our intended vision of this podcast sometime in late May 2020. Thank you for listening and please continue to listen, it would mean everything to us if you could spread the words if you dig what you are hearing.

Enjoy this bonus material from us at H V B R & NIGHT WORLD a Podcast. We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

Email: nightworldpod@hvbrecordings.com

THROUGH THE MIRROR & BACK: VIEWS ON FRIENDSHIP [00:25] & SON [3:47]

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THROUGH THE MIRROR & BACK: VIEWS ON FRIENDSHIP [00:25] & SON [3:47]

VIEWS ON FRIENDSHIP [00:25-03:29]

How many times I
Force my minds eye
To scope the world
Through different compositions
Got an idea of a still picture
That I'd like to adorn my fridge with
Clean sand
Palm trees
And whoop t whoops
My man
I hope these dreams aren't beyond me
As my current truth
Implore me to
Live on lines
That operate in black and white
Not dot dot dots
I can't get you to where you want
If you leave desires open ended
These fences
Need some mending
And these friendships
Got me spending
Time with divine
Cheers to sublime
Stemless champagne flutes
And chilled rose will do
A bit of lifting
To get you in it
The moments who give you fuel
To get you through
Through with gnawing on my thumb
To get me past umm,
These verbal spacers
Prove to be life savers
When the wrong questions are raised up
I'll raise a glass
As I fall to the questions you ask
Self truths revealed
When a stranger got you in the field
We can run day night
In the quest to take flight
From current situations
Friendly invitations
Can pair you with your limitations
I got love for my people
But I don't feel equal
So is my love, love truthfully
Or is my love hate for what couldn't be
It took what seems more lives
Than the one I occupy
To find friendship and get it right
These relationships these Angelic lights
Add heavenly hues to my life
Joy and sadness necessary tides
I saw my father's rise
I can't inherit his fall
I recall
How my pop
Got off
Over numbers of friends
Thinking those numbers are pretend
You in good
With who ?
Since child hood
All I know I haven't seen them
And you haven't seen since
Kindergarten
Maybe high school
How you know if they like you
I mean similar
I mean familiar
Is that the same thing as familia
I mean you haven't seen your peers
In 30 or 40 years
Don't you think that kind of weird
I'm not here to throw you tears
I know life take its toll
But nostalgia got you on hold
Recently dad started reconnecting
I can respect it
But that's not the same as connection
Father called me a loner
Chest to the sky friends in the hundreds
You think that's a home run
Quantity quality
Quality all I need
My maa told me
If you can count the number of solid friends
And that amount equals to the number of fingers on one hand
Well that's blessings
Left in
Empty space
The mind begins to race
On the ever developing road of continuity
Exposed with the choice
Stick to smoother streets
Or break through the noise
And truly see what differs you from me
Heavy is the heart
That dosen't play the part
In it's own choosing
That line right there highlights the difference in our movements
Reach higher
Auburn desires
Marooned on the shores of want
Want this
Get that
Thouch bliss
Give back
I don't wanna chase
Another empty day

*

SON [03:37-05:40]

How am I suppose to the man
I can't
Even protect my maa
I thought we had a plan
But you, you left it up to god
Now you got diabetes
How are we suppose to defeat it
Sitting with tea in
Hand
I'm thinking what it means to actually be a man
Is it machismo
Or a pocket full of c notes
With a name on the degree post
Ed on the wall
Of all
Of my dreams
I'd never thought I'd live the scream
I just want you to live my queen
Mama
We're just tenants of the end
Leasing what we can
What do we mean what do we know
What is it to be
WHERE DO WE GO.....
I'm on the precipice
Of more pressin cliffs
In between being
A more consummate being
And constantly wanting everything that I'm seeing
A Part of being
skin and bones
The things I've done to cover my skin my home
I'm a zebra baby
My maa is a libra baby
You'd think I'd find balance
That's a challenge
Go figure
My picture
Pit the
Stillness
Against realness
The monument of the moment
The prominence the potence
Of the need to be important
There's more in
The middle but the views from top are better
long letters
I never
Wanna see you fed up
Always keep your head
As long as you are
Stay away from scars
They stay on the skin
They Remind of you him
But the troubles are his
You did your bid
There's nothing else to give
Only a life that needs lived
Be free
My queen
Let go
You know
Mistakes
Embrace
We own
Our own

****

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4 a.m. RISE [THE RIDE] [00:23] *BONUS

Fri, 17 Apr 2020 07:41:58 -0400

This entrée- 4 a.m. RISE [THE RIDE] (00:23) is a sampling of some of our more fluid offerings, explorations bound by the nature and vibe of the instrumentals that house these compositions. This is not a full episode, it is a small sampling of what will be, come April 27th 2020. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

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4 a.m. RISE [THE RIDE]

We cannot waste this time
And I cannot loose my mind
Off and away we go
Away to a place we know
I ain't a man of steel
Both of my hands they real
Where do we always go
Back to the lies we know
I cant change who I am
Mistakes I never planned
Some things ain't right
All of these eyes
They live through disguise

As we proceed into the night
4am morning lights
An effort to put the mind at ease
Quiet roads flooded with peace
We breath
Deep breaths
Drowned by hurried steps
Head lights
And air tight
Composure
Guide the way to closure
I cruise slowly
Loosen all my holdings
Chains shackles
The pain we tackle
Three days in the hospital
My prayers the gospel
Hear me out
I've been round
Stayin down
Quiet as me skin u'll let me
Letting
It all loose
The beige colored noose
Brown boy
Oh boy
United left me void
America
In air carriers
Flying out
Find a route
That'll take me
Keep me in safety
The new school blues
Muted by the shoes
Who you checkin
We erected
We won't wreck it
Stay protected
On guard
On god
Let it ride
Into the night

And

(*BROTHER TO BROTHER*)

I know what you wanted
I got it I get it
This ain't called lovin
You don't know bout livin
It's the wrong time I know
To face all our woes
In the wrong state of mind
The peace that we find
With the pain that we hold
And the goals
That we've made
Over the problems we've laid
I can't teach you to live

And I cannot give
Back the time that I stole
And you hold your own
And our hours are stone
And you make advances
And I take these chances
Take light by a lantern
And You take to planning
I go with the wind
You've always stayed in
Pay up just pay up
Don't leave it to prayer
I told you don't wait up ->

I know what you wanted
I got I get it.
This ain't called loving
You don't know about livin.
Own up to time I tell you I didn't
All that WE ON put thoughts into missions
You go bout your day
You stay
With your vision
All that I wanted was for you to stay in it
All of my effort went into this givin
Take what we take
make
Sure you know toll
All of these goals
And All of this talk
All out my way
The paths that we walk
I wanted your patience
You wanted less statements
Promised you ways in
You got tired of waiting
Brother to brother
We live for each other
I may be holding you back
I'm aware of the stats
I know how you feel
I'm aware of the field
We play in <
Mano y Mano
Let's go ditch the guano
Brother to brother though
Out of the mud and so
Far in the water
We should've washed off the ways our father
And we gettin clean
And we've been a team
I clothed you with my dreams
So much so that I wear you
It's not my intention to tear you
We suppose to build
Time suppose to heal
But days come with test
An we second guess
To often
We can't get lost in
In the daily bicker
Young men with vigor
Who else gon lift us
We've been through hell and back
I ain't gotta pull up the stats
Mixed breed whatevers
Who know you better

I can't get out of this time
I've been twisting these lines
What do you know
I can't let it go
The ebb the flow
Of the past before
The present THE floor
We stand on
The thoughts we land on
And the places they land us
I wasn't trying to reach the moon
I wanted to make it till noon
You know how the days are set
I ain't back my statements
You and all this laboring (lay brin)
My eyes towards the pavement
My confidence is uhh
I oun't' think I got the gut
To stick how you stick
To move how you move
I don't play tricks
And I'm definitely no rube
So what then be gone
The bullshit we on
I guess that's the problem
The talks that we log in
So much for maturity
You and me
Grow
You and me
Know
The life that we want
Come with it
Come on
We don't know privelage
But we do know vision
Brothers on missions
I know you from infant
I know you though distance
I know what you've given
I know you I listen
Just listen you listen
I want our peace
I want to increase
Don't fold over crease
In the grand design
This is a wrinkle in time

Time set the and the mind wrecked
If we collide we can turn the tide
Snap fingers
With good news bringers
Keep us cool like jazz
We ain't use to all that
Take life in progression
I put you on lessons
And you did the same
So why bad blood in the vein
You know how they see us
And Every skin type got creases
The ceaseless
Energy
Of pretending to be
And not actually knowing
Holding on to what ever youth we got left
I'll let you take the step
Your pain in the mirror
My eyes they dont deliver
Four five in the morning
I wake up and you call
Another evening on pause
Stall feelings
Break past ceilings
The sun about to rise
The moon gave you disguise
We all for it
Exploring
New roads
Opposed to the ones we chose
I lost breath you caught wind
You lost step I towed in
The lines that separate us
The papers
Can change
The strange
Smell
Of personal hell
Cold chills
Old hills
That we overcame
Fell back in the range
Backdrops
Ascots
And other acrotumen
Are Not the things that put you on
Get lifted off what you do
Who
In their right mind
Would try and capture time
But it's all I have
And may be all I know.
The constant grab.
The give and go
If and when you show up
I'll be there to hold up
The sentences that contained us
The brainless rage
The had me burning sage
It's not enough
To be covered in smudge
To hide the grudge
That shackle good intent
Days came and went
You changed and stay the same
The frame
Will hold whatever you put on it
Let's move beyond this
Change pace
Laced
With the fabrics on me
My needs go beyond me
I ain't got that reach or will
To chase what should be still

4am offers
The prayers we cough up
In a cold world that lost us
This spin not designed for everybody
I'd probably
Do back flips
Till my knees dont lift
Or my legs won't split
Old and brittle
Better than being young and belittled
It'll
Be great
If we could influence fate
Judging by the half dozen years
My fears
Got legs they'll run
I'll jump I'll gun
Towards the nearest exit
Since the present target me as a lesser
So bless up
This the only world we got
And why not
Cause who knows about another life
Might as well get this right

****

*** As we find ourselves floating in a sea of uncertainty, alongside everyone in this global community treading amongst the waves of disbelief and belief we find ourselves making adjustments to keep afloat. We have been unable to work within the recording studio to exercise edits, engineering and further recording, for this we have to delay our intended release date from April 27th 2020 to sometime in late May of 2020. We will continue to release a steady stream of bonus material (unrefined content) until we can officially provide you the listener with our intended vision of this podcast sometime in late May 2020. Thank you for listening and please continue to listen, it would mean everything to us if you could spread the words if you dig what you are hearing.

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

*****

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This is a snippet, an offering from us at H V B R/Night World a Podcast of what is to come.

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

These explorations come from our own lives.

This is a weekly podcast coming to you every FRIDAY. Each week we will deliver a piece of sonic art that will vary in form and time. The backdrop, the music that is our canvas will also be different every week. We want to take you on a journey, for this journey to be as fulfilling as possible it is important to us that we provide you the listener varied settings and scenery. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. THANK YOU for listening.

SURRENDER: AN ARDMORE TALE [00:03] & BLOOD MOON BABY [2:49] - INTENDED VERSION -BONUS SNIPPET

Fri, 10 Apr 2020 05:50:42 -0400

This offering SURRENDER featuring AN ARDMORE TALE (00:03) & BLOOD MOON BABY (02:49) is in the vein of what can be expected from our more traditional episodes; two or more explorations bound by the nature and vibe of the instrumentals that house these compositions. This is not a full episode, it is a small sampling of what will be, come April 27th 2020. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

@NightWorldPod

nightworldpod@hvbrecordings.com

The music used in this content: SOMBER JAZZ is from SFRBEATS.COM.

This is a snippet, an offering from us at H V B R/Night World a Podcast of what is to come.

AN ARDMORE TALE (00:03)

My pops is bengali
My maa had the calling
To change religions
That decision
Led to two boys who had to play it different
Ramadan christmas
Baptized
Chastised
Under fire
Loved how grand mother's
Christmas tree use to light up
I had payless
While other kids were rocking paytons
I use to want Avirex
And fubu
Got made fun of for eating school food
By a kid I know
Demario
At my middle school Webster
He said his mother loved him better
I saw how he was threaded
Made me wanna bury my head in
My hoodie
The goodies
Vs the food we
Ate
Forced me to swallow hate
L.A.U.S.D.
Meal ticket lunch
How could you tell me
You know how it feels to be us
That's what I used to tell father off
The petty things that bothered us
Looking back
I feel bad
That I even brought it up
Son of a lawyer
Who loved reading Tom Sawyer
On Prozac
Making cash
With the taxi cab
It was confusing
The way we were moving
One bedroom apartment in L.A.
Then go on crazy vacas
Overseas
The only thing
We know
Enjoy the show
Front row tickets to watch the lion king
THEN front row tickets to watch the lion sing
My brother and I forced to see
What the evening would bring
Pops go at maa
Oh lord allah
Protect us from this shit
Tried to close our lids
This ain't the show for kids
But we lived through it
The lack of fiscal means
Led to physical things
But we always had money
This nectar this honey
Was saved up
For better days
But wouldn't be used to save us
We lost our ways
The truths that we live with
And the bullshit
We live by
We never wanted distance
Worlds collide
And Men do cry
I saw being mixed
As being the shit
Then feeling shitty
No one to fully get me
The gritty
Living room scenes
Occupy the screens
Of my dreams
You know the type of thing
That rule when bed covers become king

BLOOD MOON BABY (2:49)

Blood moon baby I'm a grown man child (chow)
Blood moon baby I don't know you now
Blood moon baby I don't know where we go
Blood moon baby I ain't got no hold
Blood moon baby we all keep it real
Blood moon baby would you change how I feel
Kneeling on edge
I got disease in my head
The greens are in a row
I loose all my hold
Ear on the door
I hope my feet don't reach floor (flore-uh)
But my needs can't ignore (ignore-uh)
And I don't seem to grow up (groe-uh)
On time
This ain't how we rise
Oh please stop it
I find meaning in watches
The clothes are impeccable
The clock hit that decible
Alarmed
Charms
Armed
With the charm
On and on and on
Till light hits the dawn
I've drawn
Conclusions
This dawn
Wash away illusions
Dish detergent
Determined
To change pace
I had to reset faith
Still working on it
I've been out and running
Loop de loops
Drooling over coups
That shit drive me crazy
Caking
Over frostings
The new sweets get exhausting
Sprinkles and glaze
I need to change ways
This wasn't me before
My mind done went on tour (tore)
All of the allure (alore)
Of Unnecessary
I pray I marry
My mind with content
Mix wine with contempt
And there you go
Another low
But you you and you
Got a better life too
It's always in view
For a year I took away screens
To appreciate scenes
In front of me
The pixels front on me
Make me think backwards
The smiley face laughter
Get you stuck that chapter
Force you to play back up
Back up
And running
I'm plagued by the humming
Of metal
The ebb n flow
Of static
I pause for the dramatic
Blood moon baby fantastic

****

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

*****

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

These explorations come from our own lives.

We hope you'll enjoy this journey we plan to take you on. Please share and like, and tell your friends to tell a friend.

Night World is written by 8tATE HYE & Zafir Choudhury, and performed by 8tATE HYE. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Our podcast is recorded at Night Sound Studios in Carrboro North Carolina.

Thank you for your time and consideration. Please like subscribe and share.

The best way to support us is by spreading the word and sharing our podcast with those around you. We appreciate any reviews, you care to leave.

SURRENDER ALTERNATIVE VERSION: AN ARDMORE TALE [00:14] & BLOOD MOON BABY [2:06] -BONUS SNIPPET

Fri, 10 Apr 2020 05:50:06 -0400

This offering SURRENDER featuring AN ARDMORE TALE (00:14) & BLOOD MOON BABY (02:06) is in the vein of what can be expected from our more traditional episodes; two or more explorations bound by the nature and vibe of the instrumentals that house these compositions. This is not a full episode, it is a small sampling of what will be, come April 27th 2020. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

The music used in this content: SOMBER JAZZ is from SFRBEATS.COM.

This is a snippet, an offering from us at H V B R/Night World a Podcast of what is to come.

@NightWorldPod

nightworldpod@hvbrecordings.com

AN ARDMORE TALE (00:14)

My pops is bengali
My maa had the calling
To change religions
That decision
Led to two boys who had to play it different
Ramadan christmas
Baptized
Chastised
Under fire
Loved how grand mother's
Christmas tree use to light up
I had payless
While other kids were rocking paytons
I use to want Avirex
And fubu
Got made fun of for eating school food
By a kid I know
Demario
At my middle school Webster
He said his mother loved him better
I saw how he was threaded
Made me wanna bury my head in
My hoodie
The goodies
Vs the food we
Ate
Forced me to swallow hate
L.A.U.S.D.
Meal ticket lunch
How could you tell me
You know how it feels to be us
That's what I used to tell father off
The petty things that bothered us
Looking back
I feel bad
That I even brought it up
Son of a lawyer
Who loved reading Tom Sawyer
On Prozac
Making cash
With the taxi cab
It was confusing
The way we were moving
One bedroom apartment in L.A.
Then go on crazy vacas
Overseas
The only thing
We know
Enjoy the show
Front row tickets to watch the lion king
THEN front row tickets to watch the lion sing
My brother and I forced to see
What the evening would bring
Pops go at maa
Oh lord allah
Protect us from this shit
Tried to close our lids
This ain't the show for kids
But we lived through it
The lack of fiscal means
Led to physical things
But we always had money
This nectar this honey
Was saved up
For better days
But wouldn't be used to save us
We lost our ways
The truths that we live with
And the bullshit
We live by
We never wanted distance
Worlds collide
And Men do cry
I saw being mixed
As being the shit
Then feeling shitty
No one to fully get me
The gritty
Living room scenes
Occupy the screens
Of my dreams
You know the type of thing
That rule when bed covers become king

BLOOD MOON BABY (2:06)

Blood moon baby I'm a grown man child (chow)
Blood moon baby I don't know you now
Blood moon baby I don't know where we go
Blood moon baby I ain't got no hold
Blood moon baby we all keep it real
Blood moon baby would you change how I feel
Kneeling on edge
I got disease in my head
The greens are in a row
I loose all my hold
Ear on the door
I hope my feet don't reach floor (flore-uh)
But my needs can't ignore (ignore-uh)
And I don't seem to grow up (groe-uh)
On time
This ain't how we rise
Oh please stop it
I find meaning in watches
The clothes are impeccable
The clock hit that decible
Alarmed
Charms
Armed
With the charm
On and on and on
Till light hits the dawn
I've drawn
Conclusions
This dawn
Wash away illusions
Dish detergent
Determined
To change pace
I had to reset faith
Still working on it
I've been out and running
Loop de loops
Drooling over coups
That shit drive me crazy
Caking
Over frostings
The new sweets get exhausting
Sprinkles and glaze
I need to change ways
This wasn't me before
My mind done went on tour (tore)
All of the allure (alore)
Of Unnecessary
I pray I marry
My mind with content
Mix wine with contempt
And there you go
Another low
But you you and you
Got a better life too
It's always in view
For a year I took away screens
To appreciate scenes
In front of me
The pixels front on me
Make me think backwards
The smiley face laughter
Get you stuck that chapter
Force you to play back up
Back up
And running
I'm plagued by the humming
Of metal
The ebb n flow
Of static
I pause for the dramatic
Blood moon baby fantastic

****

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

*****

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

These explorations come from our own lives.

We hope you'll enjoy this journey we plan to take you on. Please share and like, and tell your friends to tell a friend.

Night World is written by 8tATE HYE & Zafir Choudhury, and performed by 8tATE HYE. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Our podcast is recorded at Night Sound Studios in Carrboro North Carolina.

Thank you for your time and consideration. Please like subscribe and share.

The best way to support us is by spreading the word and sharing our podcast with those around you. We appreciate any reviews, you care to leave

A POINT ABOVE: SOUR [00:40] & ICARUS LA PIGEON [02:35]- BONUS SNIPPET

Fri, 03 Apr 2020 13:00:19 -0400

This offering A POINT ABOVE featuring SOUR (00:40) & ICARUS LA PIGEON (02:35) is in the vein of what can be expected from our more traditional episodes; two or more explorations bound by the nature and vibe of the instrumentals that house these compositions. This is not a full episode, it is a small sampling of what will be, come April 27th 2020. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

The music used in this content: EMOTIONAL FILM is from SFRBEATS.COM.

This is a snippet, an offering from us at H V B R/Night World a Podcast of what is to come.

SOUR [@ 00:40]

Cantaloupe yogurt and manuka

All this sweetness around you

And you still won't look up

Wooooo

The sound of thick sweetness

As we drudge through freedom

I don't make choices

Pass the extent of voices

That rope the decisions

I have driven

Through corrals of confusion

Is this the movement

Chest bucking

Head ducking

Man leave it lone

Words my father never realized

In a restless life

This ain't for him

We can't go in

Loops

Designed for coupes

As we steady truck along

Steady, steady is where we belong

Talk about ownership

You Talk about onus the burden

To which you were beholden

My own father labeled us as bastards

If that's how you see than that's how you mask us

Task us

As unwanted freight

As we begin to fray

Unravelled by the weight

Of your inability to wait

Patience isn't a part of your fabric

The cannons

Of your rage

Occupy our stage

But we continue to play

How many lines do we recite

Until we reignite

Uneasy moments that burn through this life

I don't have a spare existence

Tired with this current mode of livin'

Stop before you run us flat

We don't come into this world starting from scratch

The lead weights

Of continued fate

The cinderblocks of necessity

Dictate how you dress me

Robed in your fear

How do I allow life to come near

ICARUS LA PIGEON [@ 02:35]

Steady child

I can't let you into the wild

Less for your safety

more for my peace

Piece of mind

A piece of mankind

Piece of the pie

Take a slice out the sky

Bring it back home

But I won't let you fly

I don't want your wings clipped

Thing is

Choose the feathers you wanna shed

Before you move ahead

Both eyes closed

Let the mind roam

There's more space in imagination

The type of area to let free will in a nation

The closed doors take on the life of coffins

What goes on in

That arena

Requires clean up

Ardmore that ine bedroom apartment

The four of us were lodged in

L.A.

If you wanna know the way

Time I began to grip

That our ground could actually shift

I sift

Through routine

Pulling on the loose strings

Of recollection

The vaguer the memory the better the protection

It's a different type of low

Of a kind I can't let go

How can I give you more

When I'm empty in my core

The past fuels nothing

We've patrolled this dozens

Of times

Rechalking the outline

Of dead points

In the hopes argument will anoint

One of us ruler of I told you so

Hold

For the tisk tisk

Now ask

If we don't exercise risk

Then how do we lift

Chance

You know its possible to roll dice

On advice

We'll land

On gods plan

Seems easier to leave fault to sky

Than to burden

Your own person

With why

Heavy Heavy Heavy

Problems I got a bevy, ready, steady

Release

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

*****

Email: nightworldpod@hvbrecordings.com

@NightWorldPod

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

These explorations come from our own lives.

We hope you'll enjoy this journey we plan to take you on. Please share and like, and tell your friends to tell a friend.

Night World is written by 8tATE HYE & Zafir Choudhury, and performed by 8tATE HYE. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Our podcast is recorded at Night Sound Studios in Carrboro North Carolina.

Thank you for your time and consideration. Please like subscribe and share.

The best way to support us is by spreading the word and sharing our podcast with those around you. We appreciate any reviews, you care to leave

THE 4 A.M. CONNECT- BONUS SNIPPET

Sat, 28 Mar 2020 06:12:49 -0400

This is a snippet, an offering from us at H V B R/Night World a Podcast of what is to come. This offering is called The 4 A.M. connect. This is not a full episode, it is a small sampling of what will be, come April 27th 2020. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

@NightWorldPod

nightworldpod@hvbrecordings.com

The music used in this content is titled Berry Sweet it is from SFRBEATS.COM.

THE 4 A.M. CONNECT

This time I done it
No way around it
I rode the midnight hour
To the street light towers
Shower under beams
Where the trains claim queen
Step by step
I'll connect
The wreck
Of it all
Told you to keep tall
But you wouldn't listen
Listen
I dont speak for vanity's sake
Or maybe I do
The hands are on the way
They'll connect with something cool
I haven't had a drink in two months and a quarter
And I believe a toast is in order
So let's burn this bread
Take off the edge
Notice we dont play the balance game
The challenge we claim
On the the daily
Give rise to spacing
Step back
Relax
The afternoon screams
At the morning, it was not pristine
To think
That anything is
Huh you must have lost your lid
Put a cap on that
I'll keep mine to the back
Let the bill(s) face something else
I'll face this shelf
So many choices
And they all got voices
Walker
Beam
Daniels
And other kings
You can rule tonight
Just dont rule my life
The metric
Of acceptance
Get lost with the pressing
Of glass to lips
The 1 am dip
Squatting by the bar
As I exercise my right to spar
Over politics
That I don't fully get
Though I'll let the conversation flow
Cause shallow attention gotta certain glow
The dim lights get dimmer
As the new night shimmers
Under bar lights
Might as well be star lights
Life
The raison d'etre
Got new ways to wreck it
Put life on top records
I slow up this pressure
Use time as my leverage
I don't need acceptance
So dont use it as weapon
A weapon
You don't know the boy now
You the one to avoid now
I ain't the one to hide out
I give you piece of mind now
After all that's been said
Should we really leave it resting on the ledge
The more you let these thoughts teeter
The less your mind becomes the speaker
Prisoner of choice
Servants of the void
Take you back
To the jack
Fruit trees
Mangoes round my feet
I hear my grandmama scream
A ways a way
There's fish on plate
Though I cannot sort the bones
I need to eat to build mines strong
There's a long life ahead
Rest mine on desk
Let the clock do what is does
Grow my hair hair thick like rug

****

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

*****

Email: nightworldpod@hvbrecordings.com

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

These explorations come from our own lives.

We hope you'll enjoy this journey we plan to take you on. Please share and like, and tell your friends to tell a friend.

Night World is written by 8tATE HYE & Zafir Choudhury, and performed by 8tATE HYE. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Our podcast is recorded at Night Sound Studios in Carrboro North Carolina.

Thank you for your time and consideration. Please like subscribe and share.

The best way to support us is by spreading the word and sharing our podcast with those around you. We appreciate any reviews, you care to leave

Introducing NIGHT WORLD a Podcast

Tue, 24 Mar 2020 04:31:35 -0400

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

@NightWorldPod

nightworldpod@hvbrecordings.com

*****

NIGHT WORLD A Podcast presented by H V B R will be available to stream on April 27th 2020.

HVBR presents NIGHT WORLD A PODCAST.

Hi I'm ZAFIR CHOUDHURY and I am inviting you to journey with us into being, as we explore existence through the lens of family-the immediate family and the greater family that is the society and world we occupy and exist with. We are interested in how family influences us and how we inform it, and how this relationship impacts us and our world. These explorations come from our own lives.

This is a weekly podcast coming to you every FRIDAY. Each week we will deliver a piece of sonic art that will vary in form and time. The backdrop, the music that is our canvas will also be different every week. We want to take you on a journey, for this journey to be as fulfilling as possible it is important to us that we provide you the listener varied settings and scenery. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. We hope you'll enjoy this journey we plan to take you on. Please share and like, and tell your friends to tell a friend.

Night World is written by 8tATE HYE & Zafir Choudhury, and performed by 8tATE HYE. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Our podcast is recorded at Night Sound Studios in Carrboro North Carolina.

Thank you for your time and consideration. Please like subscribe and share.

The best way to support us is by spreading the word and sharing our podcast with those around you. We appreciate any reviews, you care to leave.

Berry Sweet the music featured comes from SFRBEATS.COM.

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Email: nightworldpod@hvbrecordings.com

NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST

#15D ART HOUSE GOALS -SEASON FINALE PART IV OF IV

# 15C BLOCKING OUT ANGELS -Season Finale Part III of IV

# 15B LAYING IT OUT ON THE FIELD FOR ALL TO SEE -Season Finale Part II of IV

# 15A ISSUES -Season Finale Part I of IV

BLIP E - FELA’S ZOMBIES

#14 HAZE

BLIP D - FISHING FOR CROCKS

A PICTURE FROM THE FIRST YEAR IN AMERICA (ep 33 from MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ...)

ASSURANCE (ep 32 from MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ...)

#13 DIGITAL DIRT

#12 THE BOP

#11 SIGNALS

#10 THE SLOW DOWN

#9 JEWELS

H V B R NETWORK ANNOUNCEMENT & UPDATES

EP 20 FROM MUSINGS WOOLGATHERINGS & ...

BLIP C AMERICA'S DREAMER

# 8 APPLAUSE

# 7 AMERICAN OTHER

BLIP B

# 6 FALL BACK

# 5 MIGHT BE, LIKE ME, LIKE YOU

# 4 AT TIMES AT NIGHT

# 3 TRIPPIN'

# 2 D.Y.K.I.K.I.

ALWAYS # 1

BLIP A

From H V B R stream THE 5 MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF

Check out Musings, Woolgatherings & ... a show from H V B R

H V B R presents a MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS, & ... A MUSINGS Short -RITA (STORY 1) bonus content

H V B R presents THE 5 MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF - EPISODE 1 ASIAN PEARS & PASSION FRUIT

From H V B R - Welcome to MUSINGS, WOOLGATHERINGS & ... + BHAT (RICE)

From H V B R - Welcome to THE 5 MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF + THE DRONE & BEELAASH

Bars from the STRUGGLE. *SHOW ANNOUNCEMENT & NETWORK UPDATE.

S1 ep 29- BADRUNESSA'S RUNT/ this thing we're pursuing

S1 ep 28- CORPUS: LEFT HAND RELEASED

S1 ep 27- DECAY

S1 ep 26- ON 2020 & SUCH

S1 ep 25- PROCESSES

S1 ep 24- CORPUS: LEFT ARM PART I

S1 ep 23- CORPUS: THE HEAD

S1 ep 22- Somebody Please! Save That BOY...

S1 ep 21- For The People

S1 ep 20- OPAQUE GLORY

S1 ep 19- Hye, bYe, hyE

S1 ep 18- DEEP MEDITATION

S1 ep 17- SUMMER FROLIC

S1 ep 16- VOICES AT THREE OR FOUR A.M.

S1 ep 15- TALK

S1 ep 14- THEN, NOW. NOW, THEN.

S1 ep 13- Where we are. Where we're from. Where we are going & episode 7B Immigrant Shit Reprise (interlude)

S1 ep 12- DIALING IN

S1 ep 11-THE TREK

S1 ep 10- ARRIVAL

S1 ep 9- RUNNING TO REALIZATION

S1 ep 8- CHANNEL SURFING

S1 ep 7A- IMMIGRANT SHIT

S1 ep 6- COYOTAJE

S 1 ep 5- ART COLLAGES [00:13-02:13] & AN ASK [02:16-03:25]

S1, ep 4- WANTS & IDENTITY

S1, ep 3- Not The Reflections We Wanted

S1, EP 2-The Children's Descent Into Ascension [VERSION 3]

SEASON 1-LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL: EPISODE 1- THROUGH THE TUNNEL [00:22-02:15] & THE TRAJECTORY OF SMOKE [02:23-05:11]

H V B R SEASON 1 PROLOGUE BONUS EPISODE - FAMILY TALK: THE TELLING OF INTENT [00:10-00:32], NO FATHER OF MIND [00:38-02:47], PORCELAIN [02:53-05:27]

NIGHT WORLD a Podcast TEASER

TABLE TALK: DINNER [00:14-3:12], JULY 4 [03:40-04:34], 4 JULY [04:48-07:22]

TROUBLED: YOUR BACK IS AGAINST THE WALL NOW THINK [00:23-03:47], FEED [03:52-05:17] & MEDITATIONS ON AMERICA [05:23-08:56]

EXISTING BEYOND THE SMOKE: COPPED CAR [00:04-02:09], & FLUID THOUGHTS IN MOTION [02:22-03:20]

BEAUTY ON FIRE: TAMALES ON XMAS EVE [00:14-02:05], REFLECTIONS FROM A LA ROOF TOP [02:20-04:09] & ROSES BURNING IN THE MOONLIGHT [04:13-06:01]

THROUGH THE MIRROR & BACK: VIEWS ON FRIENDSHIP [00:25] & SON [3:47] - BONUS SNIPPET

4 a.m. RISE [THE RIDE] [00:23] *BONUS

SURRENDER: AN ARDMORE TALE [00:03] & BLOOD MOON BABY [2:49] - INTENDED VERSION -BONUS SNIPPET

SURRENDER *ALTERNATIVE VERSION*: AN ARDMORE TALE [00:14] & BLOOD MOON BABY [2:06] -BONUS SNIPPET

A POINT ABOVE: SOUR [00:40] & ICARUS LA PIGEON [02:35]- BONUS SNIPPET

THE 4 A.M. CONNECT- BONUS SNIPPET

Introducing NIGHT WORLD a Podcast

SURRENDER ALTERNATIVE VERSION: AN ARDMORE TALE [00:14] & BLOOD MOON BABY [2:06] -BONUS SNIPPET