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Feat. A​.​K - Press Start

from Poverty In Color by Bob Rok

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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

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from Poverty In Color, track released October 29, 2021
Lyrics by Nicolas S. Garcia
Music by Josh Skribb
Additional vocals by A.K

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