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So, Brother
02:19
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The Sun retreated – its private place behind the peak.
Blushed its embarrassment for all to see.
So we persisted to witness this creeping dark.
When all was beautiful just fell apart.
So join, my brother; you can’t see so far.
Is that the life you want?
Let’s sacrifice it all. There wasn’t much for saving.
We’re welcoming your tired eyes – we’ll give you back your sight.
Although you’re broken, you still dissent?
So brother, why aren’t you changing? The truth is bright.
We share all the answers to fear the night.
If every instance, your worldly cause just falls apart.
Then join, my brother; you can’t see so far.
Is that the life you want?
Let’s sacrifice it all. There wasn’t much for saving.
We’re welcoming your tired eyes – we’ll give you back your sight.
Although you’re broken, you still dissent?
So brother, why aren’t you changing? The truth is bright.
We share all the answers to fear the night.
Why aren’t you, why aren’t you?
All the ways that we resolve. We sacrifice it all for new configurations -- I’m never changing.
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Mistakes Can Be Made
03:05
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I crossed out of lane before I awoke.
I buckled in close and prayed for a God, as I slipped from consciousness.
That smile on your face now twists like my body did.
Now I just lie here in pain.
I guarantee in this life that mistakes can be made.
Guaranteed to challenge myself – but I can’t commit to a change.
It’s such a shameful coloring; defeated – depleted of hope.
I’m a coward.
It’s such a shameful coloring; defeated – depleted of hope.
I’m a coward. So mercy me, when you leave.
I gave up on God and called for the nurse – a daydream had startled me.
That smile on your face may never return to me.
I couldn’t lie there and wait.
I guarantee in this life that mistakes can be made.
Guaranteed to challenge myself – but I can’t commit to a change.
Or maybe I’ll quit – I can’t commit to a change.
It’s such a shameful coloring; defeated – depleted of hope.
I’m a coward.
It’s such a shameful coloring; defeated – depleted of hope.
I’m a coward.
I carry this guilt – Carry this guilt to the grave.
To the grave.
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Sugarcane
02:54
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Sugarcane.
Sugarcane.
Sugarcane never breaks.
I’m begging educators – teach me to lead.
I’ll be your sweetest sugar, show me the way.
Educators, I can see authority swings such sweet sugarcane.
Sugarcane.
Sugar.
Witness the power to learn our cultural yearnings of taking control.
Bitterness in my throat.
Have I been a victim of your plot.
All my life, been the culprit all along?
Is everyone a stone for stepping from?
And is this life just sugarcane?
Imagine privilege as flood, of money, like blood – now damming the flow.
Freedom enrolled and sold.
Have I been a victim of your plot.
All my life, been the culprit all along?
Is everyone a stone for stepping from?
And is this life just sugar and canes?
Sugarcane (never breaks)
Caned (never breaks)
Caned; we’re not supposed to bleed.
Educators, I can see authority swings such sweet sugarcane.
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Papa Tells Me
03:19
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When my papa heard that I’d enlist at twenty-three.
With rising panic in his chest, he called to me.
This world gives carrots to crooks, and my son won’t carry a club.
Keep your benevolence hushed.
I feel they’ll bait your love away when duty serves.
Keep your benevolence hushed.
Now listen close; you can’t just take on the world.
You don’t think at all.
I raised you right – the righteous leave the fight.
You’ll need to trust me. I’m begging you, please.
My papa’s one, his only son, now had to choose.
This family gave you all the tools you could use,
But you must sharpen your wit.
Their solve is short-term at best.
And this family settled at cost.
Your grand-pop serves here just beneath that bed of rock.
This world is crooked, papa.
Now, listen close. I’m off to take on the world.
Cause’ I’ve seen it all.
You raised me right – the righteous end the fight.
You’ll need to trust me….
And talking is cheap.
I’ve been around long enough.
Their talk is cheap. It’s my belief – I’ve been around long enough.
I’ve had enough.
I’ve seen it all. I’ve seen it all. Seen it all. It all.
So, I guess I’m sorry papa.
This world has got me scared to death.
You raised me right – I’m off to take on the world.
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Perpetrators
04:16
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A reckoning on its way, from the margins that missed the page.
‘Cause how does the sandbox play when they’ve taken the clay?
Are you lucid? Are we moving?
In the sandbox, are we all done, my friends?
Once you’re angry (you’re so passionate)
Well my friends, you’ve lost your flames.
Can’t you see all of the players?
Oh, we – not blameless spectators.
Perpetrators.
Contention is hard to verve, when the challenge is much deserved.
‘Cause how can ascension spur without striking a nerve?
Are you lucid? Are we moving?
In the sandbox, are we all talk, my friends?
Once you’re angry (you’re so passionate)
Well my friends, you’ve lost your flames.
Can’t you see all of the players?
Oh, we – not blameless spectators.
Perpetrators.
Don’t play this down.
Once, you burned, burned (burned) passion was firm.
Then you learned, learned (learned) passion was dirt.
Dirt! Dirt! Playing us out.
Perp! Perp! Seizing the dirt…
Are you are all right, my friends?
Once my friends, you had that flame.
But my friends, do you still believe in taking to heart all the players?
You aren’t apart from the takers.
My friends.
My friends, my friends.
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Poor Me Denver, Colorado
Formed in 2010, Denver, CO’s Poor Me has always been a passion project; an alchemical merging of charged aggression and killer songwriting. Catharsis comes and goes in a mass of sweating bodies, fists raised to the stage. This is skate punk dragged into the now—where fast drums, muscular riffs, and razor-wire lyrics unite to document a world more fucked than ever. ... more
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