Now Honey.

THOSE GOD DAMN RUMOURS!

black

red

brown

white

yellow

And

blue

all we finna do is get more shit

from:

Second Hand News

Dreams

of never going back again

Don't Stop

until you hear the right tune.

Go Your Own Way

The Songbird

breaks

The Chain

You Make Loving Fun

but

I Don't Want To Know

Oh Daddy

help

another

Gold Dust Woman

with

Silver Springs

and

no

soul

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The Cultural Kitchen

Sweet as a rhubarb strudel

As smooth as a spaghetti noodle

Moving from rice to nice

Everybody getting up

To get seconds twice

Patching holes in our pants

Cause we were playing cops and robbers

And needed an emergency brake for the ambulance

Grills on fire

It's a beautiful day

Not much that we can say

With no cash to pay

Wait a second...

Is that Bacon?

Yes it is.

We on track

To keep eatin'

Like a pack rat

Smick

Smack

Salty fresh

Sweet scents

Of savory tastes

From the food Saints

Like perfume in a smoky room

Filling my nose

With the food I choose

To take leftovers home for the next day

To boast to those who fall short

To a mother's stove on a Sunday

Where did they go?

The Mothers.

Who cooked from the soul

Am i Me?

Do you see what I am?

Am I Monkey or Man?

Will you give me a chance?

To find out who I may be.

Going based off what you hear

And not what you see

Am I evolving in front of you?

Or am i staying the same color

They want you to view

Are we scrolling past?

Or are we standing still?

Just in time

To feed us another pill

Do you see yourself?

In my eyes

Or am i the show?

That we all despise Not sure what else i can be…?

Maybe I’m just keeping time

Like 1,2,3

Maybe you might know.

Just who i am.

But keep it out the web

Let them figure it out man

But if you answered “no”

To the questions above

Then please stick around

And feel the love.