Police State

       

Release Date: March 21, 2015

Released By: Independent

Special Guests: Brandon Hardesty (Bumpin Uglies), Zach Fowler (Sun-Dried Vibes)

My baby don’t waste no time calling me mister, yeah
I figure don’t waste no time if you ain’t trying to be different
My baby don’t waste no time calling me mister, yeah
I figure don’t waste no time

The weight upon my shoulders keeps on bearin’ down on me
It’s getting heavy by the day, it’s getting harder by the week
Someone must cook the supper when you’re building family
And I been cookin’ up something special callin’ it personal recipe
My obligation to be patient has evaded me
It seems that most humanity’s abandoned in complacency
I assure you I’m inducing daily what it takes to see
All this frustration that’s built up upon the Lake Erie
I will never tolerate or promulgate the fakery
Not for all the flower in the bakery, its sacred
Real dudes pay their dues while the cowards want to pay for it
Fake’s the only way that you can label it
I’d rather be arrested for protesting ‘round the townhall
Then second guessing everything and waiting for the groundhog
Every single second is a blessing if you count ’em all
Beckoning my own day of reckoning, the downfall

I sit and lie awake I could never fall for
The fake sounds of waves on a sleep machine
All I hear is trains and all I can do is
Look Forward

My baby don’t waste no time calling me mister, yeah
I figure don’t waste no time

Helta-skelta burn sage, still I’m feeling like a butterfly in a cage
My neighbor told me he’s depressed, he’s in 6th grade
Hole in my pocket often droppin’ the change
For some instant gratification, never can patiently wait
I want to start a new life somewhere
Or maybe move to California but I can’t afford the airfare
In fact I can’t even afford to breathe the air there
(How could you understand?)
You’re in the clouds, a care bear,
Fair is fair, you’re father’s rich and mines not
All the affluence is influence especially to the cops
If even half of us with incidents spoke up without the indifference
In minutes all the power-driven ignorance could stop
Instead of exercising privilege excessively in the present
Inhibiting our own levity, pivoting on our message
When civilly its accepted to never question the evidence
We’re losing our potential for development look forward

I sit and lie awake I could never fall for
The fake ass shit on the TV screen
All I want is change, all I can do is
Look Forward

My baby don’t waste no time calling me mister, yeah
I figure don’t waste no time

Shut down in Austin, raided back in Cleveland

A gun up in our faces and they never gave a reason

The writings on the wall, all the politics are fake
Its clear to me we’re livin’ in a Police state
Seven beers deep and we haven’t left the Heights

The whole cities gone corrupt, there ain’t enough to make it right
Wish the music would be more like the boats on the shore
More rust, less metal, put the pedal to the floor

Let them crops grow deep in the pothole streets
In the Rock ‘n Roll city only stops on the beat
Got me paranoid, stressed,
Why don’t you put me to the test under a streetlight

Drunk down in Cinci, burned out in Compton
God Bless America and fuck Dennis Rodman
The working man’s imprisoned while celebrities escape

Oh my God it’s so much bigger than a police state

Debbie had a job now all she does is crack
She collect a welfare check and yet she drives a Cadillac

Just perpetuating more of that “choosing to afford”

Whether rich or whether poor, sometimes it’s what you settle for

But its gotta come cheap when there’s just enough to eat
And the wheels of the Caddy knock holes in the street
When your making ends meet by the skin of your teeth
It’s a hard life

So where’d the cash go? I think we all know
Straight into technology tracking you on your cell phone
They’ll break you down but you’ll give them the tools
Now they’re taxing your pay checks and taking music out of public schools

You better keep your shoes tied tight on the east side Smoke a blunt, take a walk, end up on a police ride
Now it might just seem like a regular day

You got your hustle on but you don’t get paid

At least not enough so you better make a change
End up getting busted with your face on the front page

Now the money in your bed or in your safe
Might as well not even been there in the first place

Bombed out in B-More, broke down in Youngstown
If you ain’t been listenin’, let me give you the run down
The prisons are for profit, it’s society’s mistake
How macab, we been living in a Police State

Another privileged youth who somehow thought he could hang

He got covered in tattoos and goes and joins a biker gang
When refusing to conform has become part of the norm
Better come original and then you might weather the storm
But the talk comes cheap when he caught some beef
And I bet that silver spoon ain’t teach the rules of the street

Hope ya got your piece when the shit gets deep think you’re smart right?

Made a lot of enemies but more friends
Trying to figure out what’s important
I know that family is gold when it all ends
City’s broke down like an old engine
A silhouetted sky above an ocean
A Justin Roberts painting that I float in
I step into the water and it feels real
It ain’t ideal but I deal

Take the van down to Tennessee in August
Just another fucker on a long list
Who don’t want to live his life behind a dam desk
Sick of the authority and nonsense
I don’t wanna live life like it’s over
The city gets colder and colder
The neighborhood’s rough so I hold steel
It ain’t ideal but I deal

It’s been a hard day’s night in the east side
Gimme good green and some Erie vibes
Can’t catch enough sleep for me to feel inspired
As a lay amongst the cigarettes and broken vinyl
I can never find the draft from the window
I’m starting to look thinner than my bill fold
Tired of the music that got no soul
It ain’t ideal but I deal

Another hard loss for the home team
Sees another white suburban kid turn dope fiend
Sometimes it’s like were in the city of forgotten dreams
All the while technology replaces people
It’s harder than it looks and the truth hurts
I still believe you’ll make it if ya do work
I feel like I never learn unless I lose first
It ain’t ideal but I deal

I’d rather be a punk than apostle
Even if it means I’ll end up in the hospital
For saying what I mean, got no control
Sometimes it’s hard enough to just stay sober
When the future looks bright it can be blinding
Pray I can muster up the strength to do the right thing
The uncertainty and risk make it all real
It ain’t ideal but I deal

With another new day comes a rebirth
I count ’em like the holes on my t-shirt
An opportunity to change and to see what works
Even when the world is upon your shoulders
The spirit that’s inside me is hopeful
I try to see the glass like it’s half full
The people put around me been so cool
It ain’t ideal, it’s surreal

(ft. Brandon Hardesty)

Ever since college I been an alcoholic
With all that knowledge, I’m still prone to hit the bottle lately
Here’s how that music sound, life under a 40 oz
Pass me another swig, I wish I never started drinkin’

Beer and wine, two at a time
You taste so fine got me blowed
Gin and rum, we’re having fun,
Just being bums, getting low

Ever since college I been an alcoholic
With all that knowledge, I’m still prone to hit the bottle lately
Here’s how that music sound, life under a 40 oz
Pass me another swig, I wish I never started drinkin’

Whiskey shots and on the rocks,
‘Cause we like that shit cold
Christmas ale, that time of year
We’re happy growing old

I’m stuck in a love/hate relationship with
Bud Light and straight shots of Jameson
Make it a double, ain’t no point in chasin’ it
A god damn professional, I’m addicted to the taste of it and
Ibuprofen in the AM is the routine
Pot of coffee, greasy breakfast is the morphine
For the cyclone, inside my head, I suck it down,
Watch it drown and go back to bed
Alarm rings, time to hit the happy hour
First shot makes me think like I got superpowers
One drop and the binge has begun
And it ain’t gonna be done until I’m speaking in tongues
I used to drink through the pain
Now I just drink to maintain
Every drink that I drink makes think I’m insane
Bring me back to the point that this hook is misleading
I’m a god damn drunk, alcoholics go to meetings

Ever since college I been an alcoholic
With all that knowledge, I’m still prone to hit the bottle lately
Here’s how that music sound, life under a 40 oz
Pass me another swig, I wish I never started drinkin’

Freakstomp

(Hell yeah!)

Freakstomp

We are not for sale
This is all for real
I assure you this, alright
In the devil’s realm
But I’m at the helm
I have been through this, once or twice
Up to nothin’ good
Like you knew I would
Silently ruthless, decide
A sweet behind or some peace of mind

Freakstomp

(Hell yeah!)

Freakstomp

Will we burn in hell?
Like the sermon tells
Eyes on the future, either way
Will the love prevail?
Where the demons dwell
Life has a twisted sense of smell
Up to nothing bad
Like you thought I had
Violent intentions, tonight
We’ll redefine Your peace of mind

Freakstomp

(Hell yeah!)

Freakstomp

(ft. Zach Fowler)

If I die tomorrow don’t cry for me
Take my ass back to Allegheny
All this time I’ve failed to see
How great it was to live free
If I die tomorrow someday I will
Won’t be no big shoes to fill
I don’t need no stairway please
Let me climb out my own hell

And if I don’t reach that summit
Been too blunted
Truth will come its justified
The way I’ve lived my life
Hope my people stay good and prosper
Here’s my offer
Love will conquer all
It took me too long before I saw

If I die tomorrow well I hope you know
Love continues like the ebb and flow
Wisdom that’s been given to me
Something I know I lived and breathed
If I die tomorrow I will think of you
Knowing I did all I can do
Deep inside I hope you know it too
Heart is coming and its ever true

If I die tomorrow I’ll be thankful for
What I’ve done and so much more
No regrets, won’t second guess
The man that I’ve become
If I die tomorrow will you think of me
Will I drift away into the sea
Become a distant memory
But now I’ve come undone

If Cleveland is the target make the bullseye a work of art
Spread the word from the classrooms to the skateparks
All the way from the west side to Wade Park
So if I die tomorrow at least I’ll know I played my part

I’ll try to keep my side of the street clean
Back at the house and we’ll booze intensely
We don’t even gotta talk about whose got the best weed
I’d rather take the bus than steal your 10 speed

I still ride in the back of a school bus
Cocooned like a caterpillar bout to bust this shell off
Take to the streets of the East Side for the good stuff
Now I’m skating from the Heights back down to Hough

It’s rough stuff your times up you fucked up
So jump up your stuck up you numb nuts
Let’s spark blunts and shoot guns at dumb stuff
Police state mentality?
I ain’t nothing to make a slave of