Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Friday, October 30, 2009

My Heroes

81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way
a sad day for inspiring artists
Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle
Diggin' graves for an inspiring artist
Pushing daises up
And never compromise the art to make a crowd clap
Shit on since the first show
But we turned feces to fertilizer
So when you diss it's just food for the flowers to grow
Sold 15 plus out of backpacks, no trunks
Too young to drive
But live hip hop
And the kids are upstate kids that thought rap was past tense, hence the last name
Got name for playing basements and such and making songs that our friends loved
And when the fish bowl got too small to hold the goldfish
We filled our gills with water and ripped that mother fucker like

So take a step back
And a breath in
Let it out now
Put your chin up
You can do it tiger
You a man now
And in your dream it's time to do the best you can now

We bring ourselves down
And build ourselves up in disappointment
How fragile we are
So fragile we are, we just don't show it
We'll shake up this town
And shoot down the stars for our enjoyment
So sexy we are
So sexy we are, we just don't know it

This is what you wanted right?
How many nights were spent pouring out your guts dummy?
How many punishments endured for fucking up in school?
How many teachers proved wrong by writing songs instead?
My point exactly
But you knew you had a spark, did you?
Something producin' to the dreams your pop's dreams lent you
Stay focused when nothing seemed to make sense
Stealing verses with that Cassius Clay confidence
Sometimes you stubborn as shit, that's the McCoy in you
You learn to be a man without losing the boy in you
Just do your thing man
And so it goes.

We mouth your words when your tongues are too paralyzed.
We finish up the peanut butter jelly you get on your ?Router? but never eat.

We still pee in bottles
We play at your graduation parties
We have fallen comrades, we just rebuild the team.

Our friends are rich and we love it.
'Cause it makes us look wealthy too.

Shit, I still got a sidekick 1 with a crack in the fucking screen man.

We were your favorite "I'm the first person to know about these guys" Band.

We dance to Use me by Bill Winters in a drunken stupor
until MA and GARY tell us to go the fuck home and kick us out.

We make mistakes
We love we hate
Were not angry anymore though

Still miss you
still love you
Like a slug hates salt
and we're still your heroes.

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