Stream of Consciousness Vol. 1​.​5 (EP)

by Tarica June

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released March 1, 2016

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Track Name: Four Unit (My Life) (Prod. Dela)
four-unit building with a water tank that everyone shares,
I can't shower same time as the guy downstairs
this is my life...
feels like musical chairs
it might not be a place to sit when the music aint there
I know when paying my dues no expense should be spared
walk in the room, and everybody look at me weird
like where were you?
and I'm like 'yo, I was at work'
studio time aint free; bill collectors is jerks
a student loan's sky high--that's the truth and it hurts
to see them funds move out when I know all the work
it took to make em
the way they take em's beserk
they want the graduate to end up in a button-up shirt
under
fluorescent lights, smile at folks you don't like
laugh at jokes that ain't funny
just to make that money
just to make ends meet
touching concrete,
never grass,
never sand,
no sunlight,
it can
wreak havoc on the spirit of a person
the first step's recognition
the second is reversin
those effects
make life or make checks
the trade-off has got me so vexed
HOOK
and this is my life
feel like I never get it quite right
feel like I never get it quite right
and this is my life
feel like I never get it quite right
feel like I never get it quite right
grateful to just have insight, even if I never get it quite right
grateful to have breath in my pipes, even if I never get it quite right still I'm doin alright
VERSE 2
the best advice my momma ever gave me--can't depend on no man
can't depend on nobody
gotta make your own plan
so my nose was in the books, but my head was in the stars
I was writin papers at the same time I'm writin bars
I was sittin up in class lookin like I'm takin notes
when I'm really writin rhymes, tryna get some better quotes
better know
that I still will do better than the rest on the test
but that still do nothing for my stress
the success means nothin if it's not what you're wantin
all of the dreams become the demons that you're confrontin
and all of it seems to be beginnin to just be shuttin you down
your motivation is shot
you dont be comin around
you feel like all that you've got that's understandin the pound
of your heart when it knocks
is the words with the sounds
and it sounds so ludicrous when you say it out loud
your parents like "what is this?"
you wanted them to be proud
and education is real, but it got nothin on love
you gotta do what you feel, and put nothin else above
and step on out on that faith, give it all that it takes
sit back and reap the rewards? these are the highest of stakes...
HOOK
Track Name: S.O.C. (Cray) (Prod. J. Faraday)
that sh!t cray
this sh!t surs
that sh!t bout that hurr, that purse
this sh!t bout that universe
real woman sh!t
[like] you the first
if you don't like it, go.
other side
only real kings real queens
and we ride
only real things real things
we don't hide
only real things real things
we don't lie no

that sh!t cray, this sh!t work
that sh!t bout that pole, that twerk
this sh!t bout that soul, that earth
real revolution, bullshit get murked
if you don't like it, go, other side...
only real kings real queens
and we ride
only real things real things
we don't hide
only real things real things
we don't lie no

that sh!t cray
this sh!t real
that sh!t bout that sex appeal
this sh!t bout nations to build
real revolution
bullsh!t get killed

if you don't like it, go.
other side
only real kings real queens
and we ride
only real things real things
we don't hide
only real things real things

that sh!t cray
this sh!t on
that sh!t look like soft porn
fantasies
unicorns
poisonous, Monsanto corn

and I don't like it, no
other side.
only real kings real queens
and we ride
only real things real things
we don't hide
only real things real things
we don't lie no...
that sh!t cray...
what?
cray
what?
cray...
Track Name: The Cover-Up (Prod. Dela)
[Verse 1]

Do you remember how you look without your makeup on?

or (meaning) how your heart felt before your break-up?

…on life goes.

The cover-up is worse than the crime.

Why we all use artificial light when we shine so bright

with the lights off?…

run so fast with the Nikes off…

throw away the keys, take the bikes off-road…

and roll to places we never show

take back everything we ever stole from ourselves and

stowed up on the higher shelves, hiding from our higher selves,

we’re wandering under wand-less spells,

it dwells in a place so deep where we speak with

no insecurities

no impurities

pure are these thoughts but they like dirty talk

words doing the dutty-wine, heads-spinnin

it’s fine.

we’ll find level-headedness gets nowhere

we’re all too busy not being beings to care

so we won’t let it go to our heads

let the head push it back down instead

we’re sippin on the same Kool-Aid we’ve bled

put on our best shoes just to be misled

it seems everybody’s singin bout ‘get bread’

but you don’t even see cuz of how it gets said

we’re sleeping on ourselves–we are our own beds

never live up to potential we were fed, we won’t let it go to our heads

[Verse 2]

I’m in a room full of people everybody’s looking down

conversation is nowhere to be found…

cuz everybody’s on their phone

might as well have just stayed home

why come out in public for what you could do alone?

and it’s tv’s everywhere. what’s on we don’t care.

just stand there and mindlessly stare

buy a couple drinks to remind us we there

in a couple weeks you’ll find us, we there

back there–same spot–more Facebook friends

but less to depend on if ever Facebook ends

the topic that trends

is changing every second

wonder as we get connected, real connections are we wrecking

are we stepping closer to each other or moving apart?

seeing more light or making more dark?

you my Ace, but I don’t know your number by heart

I feel lonelier and dumber

but my phone’s so smart

with a lot of numbers in it

most of em wouldn’t call

pick me up from the airport

or catch me if I fall

so I guess that’s all

I guess that’s all

I won’t let it go to my head, let the head push it back down instead

am I sippin on the same Kool-Aid I’ve bled

puttin on my best shoes just to be misled

and if everybody’s singing bout ‘get bread’

will they listen to me when my words get said?

or am I sleeping on myself?–maybe I’m my own bed

will I live up to potential I was fed…will I let it go to my head?
Track Name: Uncompromised (Prod. Brock Berrigan)
Sometimes I feel me stepping out of this body

I feel like I should just probably

be making it or just

ending it all

and other times I feel like living forever

I feel like I could really make it

whatever I do I feel like I'll be great

it's

up and down

strong and weak

grounded in quicksand and concrete

I speak silently

love so violently

hands in my pockets, balled up into fists

I take em out sometimes, open em, and blow you a kiss

I wisk myself off to dreamland puffin a jay

I don't smoke

but I feel at certain times of the day

like when the sunset's orange, leaving the sky gray

the earth looks how I feel when it cooks that way

and in a way I feel like I am flying

to shoot me down they tryin

I be tryna dodge it

tryna outsmart they logic

find lodging in a strange land

comfort in shaking strange hands

and refuse the strangest demands

I emerge unscathed and

unbehaved

uncompromised

fuck what they say

always emerge unscathed

and

unbehaved

uncompromised fuck what they say




I'm uncompromised

ignoring what they say

uncompromised

I'mma make my own way

uncompromised

you can leave

you can stay

stand firm

don't sway

everyday

all day




I'm uncompromised

ignoring what they say

uncompromised

I'mma make my own way

uncompromised

you can leave

you can stay

stand firm

don't sway

everyday

all day



Sometimes I wish that I could just disappear

and end up on the other side

like instead of down here

cause everybody wanna go and fuck up your career before it starts

you tryna put it together

they sit and pick you apart

I'm like

pardon my dust I'm under construction

but still obstructin YOUR shine

so what the fuck we discussin?

this is my style and it's mine

I'm signed to God

your labels can't touch me

I go at my own pace

you can't rush me

y'all mixed up like a slushie

fakin you got the solution

it's more like a suspension

yeah, in chemistry class I paid attention

not to mention

that I've never gone with what the world says

leaning not unto your knowledge is the way I know the ledge

today they want you in red

tomorrow it'll be blue

I'm over here in this yellow yellin "you do you!"

and none of what they said turns out to be true

I keep my headphones on now

you do you

I'm uncompromised.
Track Name: But Anyway
LYRICS:

Today's a good day
know it's finna be sweet
I'm listening to Dom on Kennedy street
remembering the west coast where the energy's sweet
I did my yoga this morning so my memory's peaked
but anyway, off-grid sh*t, nothing to tweet
the city's still filling up with those who dance off-beat
more than 140 characters, and all of them weak
they walk by, low eye, act like they can't speak
they walk dogs--when I say that I don't mean their feet
that's cause they scared of their neighbors, them they don't wanna meet
but anyway, this is third generation for me
my parents and my grandparents all from DC
so I feel like I notice things other folks can't see
And like I represent things other folks can't be
and I remember
all Black on the green line
and all the kids had jobs in the summertime
say what you want about Barry, but he cared for the poor
and that ain't who these new fools working for
I tell em, "That aint who these new fools workin for"
they tryna kick us all out and just build more stores
but anyway...

[HOOK]
But Anyway I could go on forever
bout all of the bull
that I'm tryna make better
or even about me and the twenty first letter
I feel like I know you
even though we ain't together
live forever
ok, you gettin money
well I'm gettin peace of mind that you can't take from me
so I feel I'm doing fine and as long as I love me
I follow my own signs and the world can't judge me
pretty or ugly.

Verse 2
speed cameras send me pictures in the mail
I hate this city sometimes, but oh well...
what can I do? pay the damned ticket
think it's unconstitutional but I don't picket
there's other battles, other cages to rattle
they still lockin us up and tryna herd us like cattle
I talk about it cuz nobody else tattles
they takin juveniles to Iowa, sayin that'll
teach em
but it won't.
I swear on everything this system is a joke, not rehabilitation
and it's not about hope
it's about the corporations,
ten dollar soap
and ten dollars for ten minutes on the phone till you broke
where they recording every single word that you spoke
they probably ignoring every single word that I wrote
cu if I ain't burn it down I was only blowin smoke

[HOOK Repeats]
And anyway, I'm just speaking from my heart
even though the industry is tryna keep us apart
even though my enemies be steadily throwing darts
I'mma make it to the end, man I said it from the start
so play your part
and your position
pen and paper's like the pots when I'm cookin in the kitchen
if I serve it up hot, know the people gon listen
gon give it all I got, I'm the link that was missing
no more wishing
cause I'm here
vibratin off love
not the frequency of fear
I'mma keep it right there and watch the hate disappear
everyday is my year
get that sh*t clear.