Poverty In Color

by Bob Rok

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1.	Comfortable Clothes 03:32	info	buy track
2.	Shorter Than Jesus Ft. Scapegoat 03:51		buy track
3.	Bob Rock's 03:54		buy track
4.	Mucho Trabajo Ft. Maggie Kubley 03:13		buy track
5.	Couple Kids 03:21		buy track
6.	5:59 02:41		buy track
7.	Here we go Again Ft. Rudy Avina 04:33		buy track
8.	Usual Suspects 03:14		buy track
9.	Spaceship 03:05		buy track
10.	Animal Ft. D-Nick the microphone Misfit and S.O.S 03:36		buy track
11.	Cause He Knows 03:01		buy track
12.	Paint Strokes Ft. Scapegoat 03:31		buy track
13.	Mr. Remedy Ft. D-nick the microphone misfit 04:25		buy track
14.	Feat. A.K - Press Start 03:00	lyrics	buy track
Fire flowers bloom in the grasses between sewer pipes Money hides in boxes every moment here is do or die Time ya jumping wrong and it might resemble suicide Gambling in cavers and there isn’t time for who am I Fungus in a gloved hand race against a toadstool Slay a fucking dragon in a castle cause I’m old school Turtles toss hammers, ride clouds and grow food In and out dreamlands searching for your own truth My brother wears jumpsuit lady comes from royalty Throw on my Tanuki suit the fucker gives me buoyancy True to every mission and I have no other loyalty Don't look away, don't get squashed Ghost hunt the manor where the concrete drops The birds have shells some of which know better Snuff a bloodline of amphibious go getters The messages are blunt and written like old letters A pissed off star chases me through the desert Careful of the weather as you head to other levels Tiny masked men spitting bullets like the devil My sticky tongued dinosaur eats prey alive It breathes underwater, spits fire and flies I wake up in the starting point if ever I should die If I don’t cross the finish line I’m running out of time I am not here to play I came to win I came to win And I’m all in Let us begin PRESS START Covert agent mercenary adjacent Trained with the Shinobi Sunday mornings half naked Sketching maps for Samus Aran in a Rogers Park basement The older the more careful The younger the more patient Zenith was so heavy Controllers were so basic Latchkey kids eat generic cold cuts Guiding Sonic through the tropics Ass down toes up Never set to easy It was victory or teasing Where you’d stake your reputation On the outcome of an evening Pixelated homicide And button combo beatings M. Bison talking shit When he broke you like a ceiling Its hurt feelings Are you salty are you bleeding? Did you finish all your cleaning? For some French Vanilla Edys Pick a 1990s autumn Full of tricks for trick or treating Where wild n’ crazy kids Found some freedom in believing That milk could give you powers Magic spells just needed reading Approaching adolescence Over strange new feelings Questions come to light Like Who are you really? Playing 007 between Jackie Chan flicks Movie taught karate fought the awkward anguish You doubt your parents but the stereo trusted Cause Wu Tang clan aint nothing to fuck with Stack of VHS Cause I never did shit Vicent Vega shoots dope in a cherry red whip