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Yung Archetype

by Tunde Olaniran

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Brown Boy 04:09
Trynna figure out who I am what to be but it’s just no happening lights on; I look around check out my surroundings steady breaking through until I get understood try to stop me; get a splinter cuz I’m like “I wish they would/wood” in a barrel they’re found kill each other for the crown but when I come through your town? break it up! I shut it down it’s like everytime I try to get a view they throwin shade damn, what’s a Brown Kid to do? So instead I put them suckas on blast and you can tell them man that he can kiss my ass I’m every single thing you think of me I’m a sinner, killer, drug dealer, refugee so keep your jaw locked and I’ll keep the peace they act like they don’t wanna but man you know me I’m a Brown Boy Trynna figure out what to do what’s true think of any way that I can break through or what else I can give make sure I can find it
The Highway 03:30
All the promises get made I’m under the road they paved I hope it’s worth the rent you pay Too low to take the high way They googlin, ooglin ruins brewing ensuing illusions of tree farms new cars whole foods sports bars where nobodies pants’ll be saggin don’t let nobody with hats in don’t drink the water we frackin they paid; why not be happy? kidnapped the sap and we napping don’t question how we get backing corporate interests are something that we should never be lacking don’t need us here so a cell is perfect since freedom’s for sale and slavery’s over but hell a field’s not as clean as a jail They parachute in contenders they gentrification vendors RFP for images rendered capitalistic ventures Frisking and searching and seizing red cuz the budget that’s bleeding readin how their farms could be feeding but all they can get is a meeting Boot on the neck of the lamb ruthless killer; son of sam wham bam ma’am now you in a jam with the deed coming up short like a dwarf in capris Next door, they in the same skillet they cheat the deck and then deal it they own the news so they chillin Turn my neighbors to villains Buffalo Plaid and henley welcome them cuz they gentry hard bangs speak gently yo art get no entry I rent but they own that they white but still like rap that zeitgeist they roadmap we off punk we on trap I’m broke but the bank’s got some dough they loan me tho Goldman Sachs, JP Morgan the new colonial Powers, get all the welfare that they wanna does that make them John Smith? Does that make me Pocahontas?
The Raven 03:16
Give me any test I can make the grade Check the interior I’m better made used to be a boy I’d rather be a mage possession is a ritual the raven’s out the cage Came unraveled in the 8th grade not quite prepared for the alchemy couldn’t fit the modality so I flew over the palisade Now I roll with witches in Williamsburg boleros and blazers broom is a vintage cinelli sidewalk for haters but they love me they fall like a season love how it smell when they breathe in converting theists now they Go hard like thanksgiving for vegans You had enough you learn to grow no tongues to bite no hands to hold Incant, this witch can cast spells deep like quicksand shots licked, he crack whips you talk slick, no 3rd chance this bold brown boy might wish chance and luck he might fight with ancient walls that his mind built climb it to see where his height get They come to test my interior as if the sun wasn’t near enough the Raven must be in my blood So I learned to make magic
Sittin at home, alone just writing poems to beats and stuff and now her cell phone art, got lil’ red hearts that make me blush She got friends I’d like to meet I’ll prolly smoke a buncha weed and the glass clink @LamesJinck cuz I’m James Link, bia.. 4, 5 plays on the internet 5, 6 plays on the internet 7, 8 plays on the internet we on the internet First piece of peace I got and yeah I’m into that Eating my pad thai just sitting on the internet You-tube how-to’s Show me how to get a rad life morph mine into a Swan dive from a Jacknife Nothing better close the door no sense in waiting Help yourself to seconds buffet life so I can plate it Never see to much cheese So when I get it gotta grate it appetite never sated Can’t smoke but I’m faded Kiss that, lips into the camera phone, deuces Skyping keep the speakers/sounds muted can’t chat roomie in the kitchen heard the cam snap Oxytocin overload attract those who never wait for anything the feel goes into another definition lust holds easy in, easy out; we remove rope But yo I got rhymes for days I’m in a daze I might eat a weed cookie and drink a couple mind erasers but first, I gotta say what’s up to my fans I could prob fit ‘em all in the back of my Good Kid, Mad City minivan but when I’m stompin’ in my high tops nobody can really stop him and I prolly stole at least part of this flow from Doc Waffles But when I’m on my own shit I’m all like Oooh and every time your girl hears it she knows what to do Ain’t nobody hungrier for clicks, clicks Ain’t nobody lazier than this this Me and apathy could have a tryst, tryst ain’t no better customers than misfits rectangles glowin and keep me up late get down down da-down with freaky brain waves Never round when down town get sun rays see james hang up his house phone to get blazed Like 4, 5, plays on the internet...
Critical 04:30
It doesn’t hurt me to be resolute But it could kill me if I won’t unveil the truth Why am I scared of what I don’t know I know nothing yet But I can feel it there worst scenario It’s critical By the phone Want to run but I won’t Cuz they can’t Guarantee the ending won’t begin in me Hold on I tell myself, just worry is enough But you’re wrong, I say instead to deny what’s in your guts Moved on, or tried, but find that I’m still stuck So I’m gone before my heart can call my bluff The feel, it’s the feel I feel it spread some more I’m grown I can’t ignore I’m cryin on the floor I’m out of metaphors


released February 25, 2014


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Tunde Olaniran Flint, Michigan

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