Slave

Slave (don't wanna be your) Michee mee + Esthero




Do it and do it and do it and do it and do it
Don't wanna be your slave

And i'm not gon' cry “victim!”
and i'm not gon' blame the system

In life the thing to do
Nothing gained, nothing tried
Very few even try
Most just wanna get high
From the cradle to the grave
Don't wanna be your slave
And i'm not gonna
Take it how you wanna
Love me or hate me
Support me or snake me
Either way i show love
Let it make me or break me
I'm the queen of self-esteem
No sweat …
Just set the scene …
Like how you mean
Straight up when the message …
Ain't no puppet on a string
Like them hoes suckin on your thing
Overworked and under payed for days, Behave
I'm not gonna be your slave

Do it and do it and do it and do it and do it
Don't wanna be your slave
And i'm not gon' cry “Victim!”
And i'm not gon' blame the system

Holdin on tight, don't let go
Don't want much, just want more
Speakin for my people
Scream it hardcore
Livin in the ghetto
Sleepin on the floor
Watch'you thought, i wasn't gonna rise?
Do my thing, get my piece of the pie?
If you’re holding your breath for great god in the sky
Ya best live your life koz you're just waitin' to die
People still takin life for a joke
Can't see the fire but you blow a lotta smoke
If you didn't get it, you got what you deserve
Just like that, bless my word
Every day i wake up
Schemin' on the come-up
No day dreamin'
Gots to stay one-up
How you gon' sit back and wait on the wealth?
Ya gotta go get it motivate yourself
If not, you're only perpetratin yourself
And at the end of the day, you only hate yourself
If you know me, you know my motto: Takin charge
You got what it takes to make it, make it large.

Everybody got a problem
But of course, the world got a problem
And it's yours
That's why i wrote this rhyme
You can quote this line
Coz i focus line
Livin in some hopeless times, or so it seems
Never let go of your dreams
N'a mean?
just do whatcha got to do.

Thorns of Crimson Death

Thorns of Crimson Death - Dissection



See the plains lie ghastly silent as being frozen in time
A place of distress where evil still lies vigilant enshrined
Years that passed are now centuries and forgotten seem the
fallen ones
But on lived the memories in the spirits of a battle sons

Hear the choirs
Is it the wind that brought back their cries?
Once forged in blood by tragedy
Sharp were the thorns of crimson death

Through the air again our voices whisper
and awake are now your eyes
For too long closed in slumber - but death didn't prove our
demise
By ages so dark we've been sculptured
as fragments of story and tales
As we haunt we are endlessly captured
and shrouded in the wind that here wails

Hear the choirs
Is it the wind that brought back their cries?
Forged in blood by tragedy
Dark were the thorns of crimson death

By ages so dark we've been sculptured
as fragments of story and tales
By the place that we haunt we are captured - Against
eternity we can prevail

Hear the choirs
Is it the wind that brought back their cries?
Forged in blood by tragedy
Dark were the thorns of crimson death

Good Ship Lifestyle [ week 43]

Good Ship Lifestyle - Chumbawumba



Pharohs, Bailey, Pharoh, Heppertes,
Rally, Ruffle, Challen, Soh,
Travelga, Fiddister, Irisy, Fiscay,
Umber, Forfend, Promity forth time

This is the Good Ship Lifestyle
All my friends jumped ship
I elect me the captain
This is the lonliest voyage
I've ever been on
Up in the crow's nest -
Over there! I see land!
First mate? There is no First Mate...
This is the Good Ship Lifestyle

Sail away from the world

So steer a course
A course for nowhere
And drop the anchor
My little Empire
I'm going nowhere (This is the Good Ship Lifestyle)

This is the Good Ship Lifestyle
I fly my very own flag
TV dinners for one
At the captain's table
Repel all boarders!

Draw the curtains tighter!
Where's the crew? There is no crew...

This is the Good Ship Lifestyle

Sail away from the world

So steer a course
A course for nowhere
And drop the anchor
My little Empire
I'm going nowhere (This is the Good Ship Lifestyle)

I'm going nowhere

So steer a course
A course for nowhere
And drop the anchor
My little Empire
I'm going nowhere
This is the Good Ship Lifestyle

No Regrets [week 42]

No Regrets - Aesop Rock



Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
"Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?"
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
"I'm busy, thank you much"
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
"Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??"
She said:
"I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away

1 2 3
That's the speed of the seed
A B C
That's the speed of the need
dream a little dream,
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it

Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
(Look!)
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, they would
Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??"
Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much"
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
She'd paint another masterpiece

Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
Now Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin
She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
"Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.

1 2 3...
A B C...

Con Toda Palabra [week 41]

Con Toda Palabra [With every word] - Lhasa De Sela [RIP]




Con toda palabra
Con toda sonrisa
Con toda mirada
Con toda caricia

Me acerco al agua
Bebiendo tu beso
La luz de tu cara
La luz de tu cuerpo

Es ruego el quererte
Es canto de mudo
Mirada de ciego
Secreto desnudo

Me entrego a tus brazos
Con miedo y con calma
Y un ruego en la boca
Y un ruego en el alma

Con toda palabra
Con toda sonrisa
Con toda mirada
Con toda caricia

Me acerco al fuego
Que todo lo quema
La luz de tu cara
La luz de tu cuerpo

Es ruego el quererte
Es canto de mudo
Mirada de ciego
Secreto desnudo

Me entrego a tus brazos
Con miedo y con calma
Y un ruego en la boca
Y un ruego en el alma


translation:
With every word
With every smile
With every look
With every touch

İ come closer to the water
drinking your kiss
the light of your face
the light of your body

İt's a desire prayer
İt's a silent song
A blind look
A nude secret

I surrender to your arms
with fear and with calm
and a prayer on my lips
and a prayer in my heart

With every word
With every smile
With every look
With every touch

İ come closer to the fire
let it burn all
the light of your face
the light of your body

İt's a desire prayer
İt's a silent song
A blind look
A nude secret

I surrender to your arms
with fear and with calm
and a prayer on my lips
and a prayer in my heart