Throw up the X/ still I rep it/ like I’m working out// It’s been awhile// since/ I spit on a track with both feet on the rails/ I’m running like hell yeah towards the trains/ You think it’s insane straitjackets and chains/ I think it’s okay like average names Be better remembered than ev-ery-thing/ Send me a letter or tag it in paint/ Spit it the hate/ you be feelin’ for me/ But givin’ a shit if you’re a million deep/ Will only be slippin’ me into defeat/ *I’m sick of deceit and I’m sickened to see/ The stiches you pick to be fuckin’ with me/ So I pick up my pieces/ then walk on the streets/ Give up/ and I don’t/ mean/ me/ I’m tired of all the bullshit/ Cueing each and every trigger/ Don’t want to pull it/ I just might lose it/ where are all the screws at?/ Now look who’s back?/ guess who grabbed a toolkit/ Yeah I’m a do it/ prove it/ like a new kid/ This is how you do shit/ to become a cool kid/ Without all the rumors/ this is how the truth is/ I’ve played Russian roulette/ been shooting me with questions like/ Do you want to quit? Are you sick of life right now? Do you ever feel perfect? Are you losing? I heard you don’t love your girl, is it true? You feelin’ lonely? Think you’ll fail outside of this room? And I say/ Hell naw/ hell naw/ hell naw you’re fuckin’ wrong/ fucking wrong/ all wrong I say Hell naw/ hell naw/ hell naw you’re fuckin’ wrong/ fucking wrong/ all wrong All wrong…

Lifestyles of the rich and famous/ Get money and waste it/ If you do, you’re nameless/ Never love the fame/ I love my family/ I love ev-er-y-thing but not glittery ads and rings/ See the shine from the cam’s/ and gold bath sinks/ Money only causes problems/ is what my Dad thinks/ Spend too much/ getting tipsy/ like Britney/ Paparazzi swimming in your pool/ shark frenzy/ Privacy’s gone/ since those lights came on/ So you drink to eat the eyes/ice/ ‘til every bottle is empty/ Living lavish/ I gotta have it/ This ain’t a habit I feel like a drug addict/ How deep the hole, this rabbit will go?/ Stay tuned, in your living room/ next episode/ oh/ Feel like a hypocrite/ I’m caught up in the mix/ Inbetween two skinny chicks/ still wearing my kicks/ Their lips kiss my mind/ and I kiss their hips/ Hypnotized ‘cause ignorance here, don’t exist/ Lifestyles of the rich and famous/ Get money and waste it/ All about/ using up drugs and strangers/ If you do, you’re nameless/ Talking raw papers and long leathers/ But in my drawers/ quarters and old sweaters/ Sunshine to drizzle/ California weather/ Only socks to keep me warm/ makes me feel better/ I ain’t no trendsetta/ I’m just a young man/ With a humble strategy/ not a dumb plan/ Not like Caulkin, Furlong, or Lohan/ “I wanna be in the light” only means a sun tan/ As I grew up/ I looked up to ‘em/ my favorites Stars at the top to the bottom of luck under the pavement’s skin/ I’m not hatin’/ I’m just sayin’/ that’s where the fame lead ‘em/ By their side, cigarette butts, but no one that came with ‘em/ They were role models// I chose not to follow/ But doesn’t mean/ I’m free from coping with my troubles/ ‘Cause problems// everybody’s got ‘em/ A problem solved by money is nothin’ but another problem/ (got it?) Lifestyles of the rich and famous/ Get money and waste it/ All about/ using up drugs and strangers/ If you do, you’re nameless/

I ride on my fuckin’ own/ I ride on my fuckin’ own/ I ride on my fuckin’ own/ I ride on my fuckin’ own/ Stay dreamin’/ you don’t wanna wake me up/ I ride on my fuckin’ own/ Stay dreamin’/ live like you know what is real/ You don’t I ride on my fuckin’ own/ I’m a go in/ like a liquor store hold UP/ You’re the cash-ier, I’m a bash, your fuckin’ mouth/ Down on the ground/ with the money in the register/ ‘Cause money ain’t a thing/ fuck the green/ I’m on adrenaline/ The lights on my melanin/ not caring about a felony/ Snapshots/ photo line-ups/ do you remember me?/ Point to my chest pocket/ ‘cause I got your ID/ This whole crime scene’s a metaphor/ you can’t hide from me/ I will find you/ skeptics and atheists alike/ For not believin’ in me/ when I created life/ Out of memories/ books/ and things/ Felt like a pawn upon kings/ rooks/ and queens/ Gave my all// And I got nothing back for it/ Welcome to my world, you imperialist fat touris// //Your turn to be malnourished// Feel the hunger of a dying artist/ rigamortis/ I’m sick of livin’ on the corner of the page/ See my sign/ it’s more than the ink/ This cardboard has great space, for making a statement/ “Will work for money and food”/ yeah the same shit?/ At least it’s honest/ I promise/ not dishonest/ Unlike the HD TV’s and what’s on ‘em/ I’m getting nauseous from/ just thinking of it/ Jersey Shore/ please no more/ someone stop it/ Before I do/ suppressors on rifles/ If you don’t watch what you say/ I might snipe you/ It’s not that I don’t like you/ well I might do/ What would you do?/ Just picture you in my shoes/ Yeah I know/ as irrational as a pack of fools/ Middle finger up/ but now I’m at the Deuce/ Peace out/ I’m done/ like after school/ Done getting yall motherfucked/ like bastards do/ I ride on my fuckin’ own/ I ride on my fuckin’ own/ I ride on my fuckin’ own/ I ride on my fuckin’ own/ Stay dreamin’/ live like you know what is real/ You don’t I ride on my fuckin’ own/

I’m from Union City/ rep it like graffiti/ Now livin’ in Hollywood, feel good in this city/ But home is overseas/ come fly/ if you with me/ The Philippines/ where the roots grew in the beginning/ Now shoots through the roof/ see the sky is the ceiling/ I see you Nanay,/ smile/ I hope you still forgive me/ Jeepneys sittin’ in/ On the boats fishin’/ Mangoes mixed in/ I wanna go visit/ visit *And not come back/ I packed four boxes don’t bother to hold me back/ I got my cousins, ate’s and kuya’s, and Lolo Dad/ Tito’s, tita’s, ninong’s, and ninang’s, are who I have/ I know the homeland, has its own drama/ But maybe if I was there man/ I could help solve it// ‘Cause I’m a dreamer/ that’s what my dream is/ It was all a dream/ no wonder, I dream BIG/ Someday I’ll be there to say “I’ll be here”/ Red Horse, San Mig Light, what we drink here/ Crispy pata, sisig/ what we eat here/ Ang lahat ng pamilya ko/ who I’ll see here/ (soon) No matter where I’m staying/ find me with a smile/ Running across the city, try to chase me down/ My heart goes to the Philippines/ It got me wishing from dream to dream/ (hey, hey) So I’m just going to hope the next time/ I open my eyes now/ We will be together/ this gon’ be the best trip ever/ Las Pinas City/ and Cavite/ Feel on top of the world/ like driving on the skyway/ Hey/ getting taho in the morning/ It’s summer but outside it’s pouring/ I wanna have a good time/ everybody know/ Playing monopoly deal with my cousins in the room/ This is just how we do/ like Filipino food/ Make sure to bring my cam/ catch it all on video/ ‘Cause when I be in the states/ everybody gone/ All I got are FaceTime, memories, and this song/ I hold onto the moment/ like the last call/ I wanna travel again like basketball/ If I could/ I’d bring ‘em here/ I’m aware of my privilege/ Americans can travel anywhere/ in an instant// it is/ Unfair/ I wish they could be right here/ So we can live together, just live life here/ No matter where I’m staying/ find me with a smile/ Running across the city, try to chase me down/ My heart goes to the Philippines/ It got me wishing from dream to dream/ (hey, hey) So I’m just going to hope the next time/ I open my eyes now/ We will be together/ this gon’ be the best trip ever/

Can’t a young boy wear a hoodie anymore?/ Tell police/ my bike/ they rammed into the floor/ Can I take the transit, travel on the BART?/ Come to meet me I don’t have a gun on/ March for Trayvon/ Vigil for Fong Lee/ I tell ya non-believers it’s deeper than the police/ Off to school one day to funeral Sunday/ We done heard all the loud gun shots, we used to it/ Hear the system’s fucked up, no one is locked up//// You could just kill somebody and YouTube it/ Only involuntary manslaughter man who knew this?/ If you could do better than Oscar Grant, would you do it?/ We’re tired of the killers loose, victims are children too/ One million hoodies look, we made it to the evening news/ Don’t say it’s not race, cause I embarrass you/ Shut the fuck up when you talk to me, ‘fore I embarrass you/ Can’t a young boy wear a hoodie anymore?/ Tell police/ my bike/ they rammed into the floor/ Can I take the transit, travel on the BART?/ Come to meet me I don’t have a gun on/ And the whole media wanna cover all of it/ Only man I respect is not Andersen/ And I’ll admit, I thought it was the end/ ‘Round the same time that shit happened with Zimmerman/ Well that ain’t cool, man, deserve media attention/ Lucky I ain’t get my way, lock him up in prison/ This is familiar, Discrimination, We in the coliseum, we know what race is/ Tired of the killers loose, victims are children too/ One million hoodies look, we made it to the evening news/ Don’t say it’s not race, cause I embarrass you/ Shut the fuck up when you talk to me, ‘fore I embarrass you/ Our movement/ no rest, no rest/ This is self-defense, we protest, protest/ Body chalk lines mapped, no arrests/ All that said, lemme ask this quest-’/ Can’t a young boy wear a hoodie anymore?/ Tell police/ our bikes/ they rammed into the floor/ Can we take the transit, travel on the BART?/ Come to meet us we don’t Don’t say it ain’t race, We’ll mafuckin’ embarrass you/ Talking ‘bout clothes, We’ll mafuckin’ embarrass you/ Sayin’ you didn’t know, We’ll mafuckin’ embarrass you/ Way too cold/ I promise you need some Theraflu/ (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu Rest in power Trayvon Martin Fong Lee Oscar Grant Sanford, Florida Minneapolis, Minnesota Oakland, California The South East Coast Midwest West Coast United States of America End Injustice Stop Racism No more caskets Mothers and fathers, Sisters and brothers Sons and daughters Civilians and officers Judges and lawyers No more tears Trayvon Martin Fong Lee Oscar Grant Rest in Power

I’ve had my share of heartbreaks/ living in a dark place/ Swimming with emotions in the ocean/ little shark bait/ Feel it/ my heart aches// Hear it down the hallways/ Learning things/ the hard way/ like smashing onto concrete/ There her voice calling/ then falling like park leaves/ My heart’s still warm/ so of course she won’t leave/ I’m so lonely/ I know she’s not the only/ One/ but I’ve succumbed to love/ it controls me/ I want to hold her/ least her to hold me/ She was my lover, my best friend, my roadie/ We traded stories/ embarrassing and boring/ Everywhere we shared/ yeah/ she was there for me/ At home, the park, the campus or when the phone rings/ Her voice could transform evenings into mornings/ Soothing// just when the sun’s dawning/ I see nothing but starting to hear something/ It is hard to let go/ Let the voice echo/ Tunnels of the metro/ But no one’s there/ I heard a “Hello”/ Because I said so/ Write with a pencil/ Like she’s right here/ But she’s not here/ Nope, not here/ That is not her/ It can’t be/ I gotta think clear/ I gotta speak clear/ Ready, ready, re-re-ready, let-let go/ Easier said// I hear her sleepin’ in bed/ I feel like an astronaut evading imminent meteor beds/ I can’t escape/ I see her face in the mirror/ Bet I’d hear her clearer as ever when my hearing is dead/ What must I do?// with clinging memories and “I love you’s”/ I gotta stop thinking you’re the reason/ because you/ Look/ I’m doing it again/ okay it’s not you/ It’s me/ sounds like I wanna break up too/ But you see/ I’m tryin to do my best to move on/ You broke up with me/ I’m just finishin’ off/’ ‘Cause love/ is one hell of a drug/ reaction/ I’m in recovery/ sweaty palms/ relapsin’/ I can’t, function/ on a daily basis/ Ya see this ribcage/ this space/ it’s empty/ All’s left is this song/ let the feelings explode/ So hopefully by the end/ I can let go/ It is hard to let go/ Let the voice echo/ Tunnels of the metro/ But no one’s there/ I heard a “Hello”/ Because I said so/ Write with a pencil/ Like she’s right here/ But she’s not here/ Nope, not here/ That is not her/ It can’t be/ I gotta think clear/ I gotta speak clear/ Ready, ready, re-re-ready, let-let go/

Today I walk amongst the living dead, Turn on me, I’ll shoot you in the head, blow your mind, One, three, eleven, two thousand twelve and counting. Infected. Corrupted. People’s lives are stolen, young and old, salivating like greed, they are left hungry, starving for more, Chewing at each other down to their apple cores. Why hello there, Can I please borrow that 12 gauge shotgun? I see you came across an extra one. See here, I have nothing. Raggedy, torn, and bloody, I barely survived my girlfriend’s parents from trying to eat me alive at dinner last night. Check me over twice, I have no bites, the pieces of my mind are still intact. In fact I know it’s supposed to be every man for himself, but if it’s the end of the world, the last thing you could do is help someone. Stop being selfish for once, and lend me hand… while you still have a hand to give. Because unlike what most people have become now, I will never bite the hand that feeds me. Thank you for trusting me. So okay let’s form a team. Original with our ideas, let’s collaborate. Let’s make up a strategy, raid the gun store, hoard groceries, and take over the mall. C’mon, we can take ‘em all! I see them in the distance. Ready??? They are coming closer. We can take ‘em all. Are coming closer. C’mon let’s take ‘em all. Coming closer, too close now. Aw shit! Standing ground like ordered soldiers, we open fire. But their hunger, deeper than a carnal desire, it’s like they don’t want us to succeed, These mindless beings, envy us for feeling so alive, for having a “life” beyond what they do every day. Which is to just… eat, eat, and eat each other up. I feel so sorry for them, but there’s nothing we can do but just keep on shooting like ideas No matter how much they want to eat us. We will evade their grimy hands reaching for us, grabbing at our ankles, wanting to pull us down, Breaking down the barricades we’ve made, like level 5 hurricanes, everything they touch becomes dust. But we can still survive. Give me your hand. We will not be like them. We will fight hordes and hordes of them. Even though there will always be more of them, that’s what makes us special. We’ll keep fighting. We’ll never give up. We’ll never conform with the masses, our passion to “live” is what drives us to survive, Survive those who are dead inside loathing their own skin and would rather devour our flesh, ripping through our insides in hopes that they’ll find a heart blacker, and a soul much uglier, than theirs. Good luck. If only they kept on fighting, if only they never gave up. Yesterday, I walked amongst the living dead too. You probably have come across them without knowing it. About the same as the ones today, except the ones yesterday Were only dead on the inside not the outside… at least not yet.

Everybody wants to be an activist. But once their backs are against the wall, their clenched fists become open palms. Where’s the REVOLUTION? Public space versus private institutions. I see students taking part in the marches. But the saddest part is when they have a midterm the next day, the revolution suddenly takes a back seat. To my knowledge, change is not as easily given as a left turn signal on a green light. Sometimes, we must run through the red lights to get pulled over, just so we could talk to the face of law. Sometimes, we must break through the dividers of what divides us go against those who follow the other direction just to get their attention. Everybody please turn your headlights on. This is not a poem encouraging reckless driving... I still say “Put your seatbelts on” because this is going to be one hell of a bumpy ride. Everybody wants to be an activist, right? Everybody wants to fight for a cause. Everybody wants to fight for their God. Everybody wants to get involved. Come one, come all! Join the revolution! But know what you’re fighting for. Know what cause Know which God Know when you get involved, like a relationship, somebody eventually is going to get hurt. This is not for paper hearts, but for crumpled dreams The lost speeches of Martin Luther King. Fahrenheit 9/11 was only a scratch on the surface, Immortal Technique. Listen but READ. We must document histories instead of watching only documentaries. Know your perspective. Know when you say “Fuck you!” you say it with or with no protection. Know your responsibility. Everybody wants to be an activist. It’s killing me. If you want to be an activist, then prove to me. If not to me, then to he and she. If not to he and she, then to history. If not to history, then to your own self MUTHAFUCKA. To be an activist know what action is with an active fist as classic is with jabs and kicks. To be an activist is to be more than just imaginative. Tell me, are YOU an activist?

Flip image/ Clap your hands everybody/ Let’s have fun/ now ready/ bounce/ Flip Image/ not Eddy/ now/ Everybody/ up and down/ In cities/ and in any/ town/ Get somebody/ you don’t know/ Make new friends/ Now you won’t/ Be all shy/ ‘Cause/ now you free/ To be you/ go (yee!/) Go and run/ get dumb now/ Simple rhymes/ bustin’ out/ So random/ like lotteries/ No one/ is/ as/ hot as me/ (nuh uh) God/ I see/ a lot of girls/ Like I’m on/ top of da/ world/ Rockin’/ fine/ back and forth/ So bring it back/ like a dinosaur/ Like this/ …/ yee!/ Like this/ …/ yee!/ Like this/ …/ yee!/ Like this/ …/ yee!/ I don’t got to say anythin’/ on this track/ I ain’t gonna make millions/ I ain’t jack/ I ain’t gonna get a girl/ my game is whack/ Throw my number out there/ no holla backs/ Even if I ball/ and all of that/ Still no call/ I’m ballin’ bad/ Where my ballers at?/ (ballers at) I am sad/ Maybe a little bit mad/ At the fact/ that I can’t rap/ Um…yeah…uh/ (cricket sounds) That’s why I ain’t wit Aftermath/ But I’m glad/ that I got this track/ ‘Cause man/ I don’t got to rap/ I could attack this beat fast/ Maybe slow/ still get cash/ Or if not/ it’s all good/ I jus’/ wanna have/ fun fool/ (like this) Rockin’ on this/ playground/ beat/ Boys and girls/ make noise/ for me/ (yee!) It’s playtime/ run around/ Recess/ Not over now/ Wow/ tanbark is back/ Jump around wit lava tag/ Havin’ fun like Mardi Gras/ Swingin’/ across/ monkey bars/ They tag ya/ and they/ ran off/ Out of bounds/ The/ blacktop?/ I don’t know/ but now they it/ Blackout/ Whiteout/ just say it/ Whiteout/ Blackout/ just say it/ Blackout/ Whiteout/ I ain’t it/ ‘Cause/ I/ know/ I’m da king/ Of/ thee/ playground swings/ And/ my crush/ is my queen/ But I love/ (CANDY/) So-I-don’t-know, what/ loooove eez/ But cartoons/ I looove eet/ Yeah that//…/ I real-ly know/ for sure/ Like Flint-stone/ vi-ta-mins cure/ All Coldsssssssss/ and much more/ Like munchies/ Mmm crunch bars/ (munching sound) Now ain’t this easy?/ As easy as the wind is/ (wind blowing) Really/ this how we, should live/ (Have FUN!)/ like cool kids/ (like this) *gun shot* Yee! (*dying sound*) Yo flip image get up man/ Get up man/ Get up Playah/ Playah/

(Chorus) I’m a living room emcee, Listening to tunes and beats, Come on, everybody move with me, As if I am a true emcee, (not yet) It is what I am soon to be, (until then) I’m a living room emcee, I’m a living room emcee, I’m a living room emcee, When alone/ I feel like a real emcee I got the skills to speak, people are feeling me/ At least it feels real/ This is silly please/ When the only fans I got, are, spinning on the ceiling/ Like really though/ I’m about this close/ To stepping up to the mic/ to spit dope/ Like I’m a Komical/ Like I’m a Classick/ Like I’m a Marikar/ but I’m such a bashful kid/ Shhit.. on my laptop typing/ Or in the back lot writing/ Fighting// * to speak the truth, But I’m lying/ In bed/ instead/ I snooze/ Wake me up// (Okay) No, I’ll do it/ Bi-polar/ whatever/ I am (two) cool it’s/ Not Lupe/ Not Blue Scholars/ I’m the bastard child/ They’re my godfathers/ I’m in a room/ speaking to four walls/ While they be on tour/ speaking to all y’all/ Enough of bein’ lazy/ Enough of doing nothing/ Enough of thinking crazy/ like I’ll never be something/ (c’mon) Tear off the sheets/ Put on the beats/ Record the dreams/ don’t ever fall asleep/ Sheep/ count them, like steps to the mic/ But you know, it’s hard, to follow your own advice/