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pedestrian (anticon.) - oakland hosanna lyrics

i. (1980never)

a motel beacon breaking over open road
broken lights, missing letters
a postcard rack
speaking to the dead, a medium in cheap gold
a crystal ball card table in a gypsy shack

ii. (the word is hard)

i try to keep the policy simple. exactly [12].07 percent of what see, i then “sing” or “rap”

a strange impulse, i know
it came over me slow
but when the word takes hold
you simply serve its flow
though a life in verse is hardly life at all
it’s more like heated breath steaming freezing bonеs
the chains of songs i dragged through a hundred shows
slangеd slang for pocket change and slouched home broke
stood stage+brave before the towering snowcap spotlight
and when the will to climb cold lets me alone
you’ll find another in my shadow
before the next beat goes

iii. (an alternative history of snoop’s first verse on “lil’ ghetto boy”)
[i] woke up and rolled out of bed
said what’s up to my lil’ homie, half dead
didn’t stir, so i masked my steps
curled up on the carpet
like he’s caught in a web
grill from the window through an arabesque
like he’s serving life in a prison of light
[huh]
trying to get my head right
hit the mirrored cabinet
muddy tap water and a handful of meds

iv. (13th & madison)

some oakland signs are blinding
even them seen
from inside a window seam
over 13th & madison;
whether it’s the rising of a pipe smoke’s dark cloud
or the bottle binding him
or trouble’s simply minding him
he’s dining on the wind again
till a bitter fullness is finding him
the lining of his stomach seared within
thunderbolt claps striking him
in the cart+pusher’s cough driving him
and spare change talk
might be bullshit
but lying is a sliding scale
and those who can pay it
well, they will always outprice him
and ain’t he some kind of god+honest
when he’s [praying] like
man, whose design is this?
don’t let me find the bitch
v. (grand ave)

a string of shopping carts arced
a strip mall headstone
under an overpass in memory of one who froze
a week before and in the highway swish of a mid+day rain
glimmering like the thin bones of stained glass saints

vi. (the dead leaf drop)

yo, you can come and see me down on 13th street with a mic and mini disc scuffing the knees on my jeans; trying to catch the last word a dead leaf reads in the course of its leap onto cold concrete

vii. (sing anything)

“sing anything, sing anything
that’s what the people say
a long song, a short song
to pass the time away
a love song, a comic song
play me something to sing
sing something, sing something
you, o yes, sing anything.”

- pedestrian anticon lyrics

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