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Gerald P.R.
01:32
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Before we begin brethren, a word about gratitude.
In these troubled times, as our community dwindles more each year, it is important to remain thankful.
Scripture instructs us to give thanks to God.
Even when, as was the case with the prophet Daniel in the lions den, the cost might be our very lives.
It is in gratitude for our God and our community in God, expressed openly and with sacrifice, that we open the door, like Daniel, to God’s intervention in our lives.
In this spirit, I must acknowledge our brother in Christ Gerald, please rise Gerald!
It is because of Gerald’s gratitude, in God and his community in this house of God, that we have been able to fit this, beautiful mural that stands behind me.
Without the gifts of thankful brothers and sisters, like Gerald, the church would not exist.
Let me remind you, brethren, of the words of Saint Paul.
“God loves a cheerful giver.”
With that, let us return to scripture.
Please open your bibles, to Peters 19:14.
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2. |
Monday Morning 2 P.M.
01:48
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I thought I was perfect
You thought you was perfect
I thought I was right
Turns out I was right
Going down, going down
Going down down down down down down down
When I wake up in the morning
Fix a cup of coffee
I thought dread wouldn’t set in
I thought it wouldn’t begin
I thought I’d be
I thought I’d be
I thought I’d be
I thought I’d be
fine.
I thought
I thought
I thought
I thought
Going down, going down
Going down down down down down
Well I’m going down
Well I’m going down
But I’m not going up!
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3. |
Neckbrace
02:32
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It’s such a fucking disgrace
I will put you in your place
Try to lock the door
And throw away the key
How many times do I have to change my home address my drivers plate and my license number before you take a hint and just stop fucking talking to me
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Every single day you’re blocking my corners in the alley, you bleed me from getting over, I need to get over!
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut the fuck
Up!
Fear in your eyes
Oh they shine!
Tears that cry
The glistening in your eyes
Fear in your eyes!
Fear in your fucking eyes!
Everything shines!
And I wonder why!
Cry for me!
Cry for me!
Cry for me!
Cry for me!
Cry for-
You thought you could
walk away!?
I’ll take a billy club to your jaw
Rearrange the broken pieces, into something more perfect
How many times?
How many times do I have to say how many times each week! It’s infuriating!
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
This interaction, it takes away so much from my day! It makes me not get things done!
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up.
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4. |
Waffleswap
03:25
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Waffleswap
There will be times
Where I am starring at a light
and it reflects off into,
into a hour, into an hourglass.
And there’s moments where I feel fine
I start to stand in line
like I have,
have before, have before.
Sometimes I wish I’d drop dead!
And be somewhere else instead,
Somewhere where my poetic mind can fully roam.
I think of fireworks in the sky
On the Fourth of July!
Where some of this problem
Began to start, began to start.
I let a piece of paper control my life
and fill me with so much strife!
That’s all it ever does,
Push and pull! Push and pull!
Well you think I don’t have control!
It’s like I have fools gold
That’s all it ever does,
push and pull! Push and pull! Push and pull! Push and pull! Push and pull!
And the moments of clarity,
Oh, how sweet they really are!
But nothing beats doing acid,
and tripping in my backyard!
With blood spilling from my nose and,
spitting from my mouth!
I always like to remember these lines,
in times of self hatred and doubt
“Oh, when you look at the stars, you find out who you really are.”
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5. |
Mud
04:03
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You, can not contain
The things, I have stepped in
It courses through my veins
The black, and the brown.
It falls, underground
and makes no sound.
The soil is as thick as a liter
of motor oil.
And I hope to never again
Why do I have to swim? Why do I falter*
Why am I drowning? What’s the point of even crawling
Why do I have to swim? Why do I falter*
Why am I drowning? What’s the point of even crawling
As the spring turns into the summer or is it summer into the spring? I begin to notice a very peculiar thing
The rain from the sky, it hits the ground
It’s wet, it’s black, it’s brown, it’s red
And I just can’t help but take one little big step in.
I’m stuck with you, in the river turned blue.
You cannot adhere to the ringing in my ear
I can not begin
To start picking up the pins
That stick, me to the dirt
And you know I always come out hurt
You cannot keep me locked down
You cannot keep me underground
I have no idea
What the hell is going on here
I’m, stuck in the mud again
I’m stuck in the mud again
You cannot adhere
To the things that go around here
The silo of the year
And you have no idea why
I like my pants this way, and I like to hear the shade
The sun is shining down, all the way underground
I’m, stuck with you
And everything you put me through
I’m, stuck with you
I’m stuck with you
I’m stuck with you
*both Ethan and Jordan thought it would be better if the line was “fuck her” instead of “falter” with this knowledge I will let you be the judge.
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6. |
House on a Hill
06:32
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There’s a house on a hill
You can see it with a pill
And the staircase stretches long
Like when you hit the bong
Anytime there’s a crossroads
In my life
Heads or tails
Left or right
And I walk along with my sins
‘Til the day begins
What’s your count?
Mines 10 years
I’ve been in here long
No one to hold
Al the tears on the floor
It’s a haunt and a half
The ghastly blue men
With plenty prescriptions
Just for you
To keep you in tune
What’s your count?
Four years boy
That’ll change real soon
‘Cause you ain’t yet reformed
At the house on a hill
You can see it with a pill
I’m here to tell you now
It ain’t no thrill
At the house on a hill
I got a letter from my mom
You want to hear it?
Well let me pull it out
“Dear Jacob, how ya been? It’s been a while since I last checked in. Your father’s campaign it fell through the floor. Your brother won’t live with me anymore, because of your crimes and you’re wicked acts. On the corner selling rock and crack! I’m so disappointed I’ll never love you back.”
I’ll never love you back
“Jacob how far did you fall? You had it all a house and a family! Why did you have to do this.”
You hear that?
She don’t love
Me!
She don’t love me!
My mama don’t care
My mama don’t care
Yknow when she thinks of me
I bet her mind
Fills with despair
All of her dreams
Crushed without a care
Can you believe it?
She don’t love
Me!
She don’t love me!
She don’t love me!
She don’t love me!
She puts me down in her mind
She does it all the time
She probably kill to put me out
But I’m stuck in her mind
I’m up on Th’ Hill
I’m up on Th’ Hill
I’m up on Th’ Hill
I’m up on Th’ Hill
I’m up on Th’
“Jacob, despite what I wrote and said, I still just want to hold you in my arms the way I did when you were a baby. I’m trying to say that their is always a home and a house for you. Whenever you get out, no matter the wait. There is always a bed for you at home. I love you
Come home
Stay safe
Love Mom.”
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7. |
M.O.V.E.
03:47
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In west Philadelphia
The organizers MOVE
Founded by John Africa
Peaceful as can be
The police they weren’t diggin’
The way that they lived so true
So they came with sticks to wack
Guns toted up on their backs
Move had put them on the track
And the police were comin’ back
Baby thrown
In the ground
A mother’s
Crying sound
Dead children push you so
The steps of the unknown
Unknown
Unknown
Un
Police had over Ten Thousand rounds
Not a single working rifle found
Fired into a
Single building
With no care for anything
That wasn’t their
Extremist
They had a plan for these...
Those black folks will never see
Just how evil police can be
In 1985 MOVE was relocated to a row house on 6221 Ossage Avenue, on top of the building they added a wooden bunker. Which shocked and scared police. On may 13th if that same year police would show what real monsters are. A helicopter passes overhead of move HQ. The police drop a Tovex bomb on the roof, causing the building to go up in smoke. But worse than attacking a group of black people for simply existing, they refused to put the fire out. 65 buildings in the west Philadelphia area to burn. 65 house and cars 65 families and they didn’t care, they let it burn, move existed and they let them burn
Let the fire burn
No one in the west Philadelphia police was charged with a crime for these actions, carried out against the move organization
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I know you don’t wanna know
I know you don’t wanna know
I know you don’t wanna know
Restrain me from you
Restrain me from you
Look, you can figure out the rest if you really want to
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9. |
Woc Woc
03:33
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People are so entitled
They feel like
They have the moral high ground
Over
You are liked
But not this time
You crossed a line
Your opinion is blind
This is what they’ll say
Every single day
Their minds are so numbed
And the emptiness they feel
So for
Self satisfaction
They cannot provide themselves
They use their
Superiority and put their opinion
On the mantle shelf
For all to
See my side
Understand lies
They spread real fast
Like diseases past
What what what
Is the point
Do you feel
Better than me
Are you satisfied?
Will you stop!?
It’s like a thousand marbles, rolling around in my head at once
It’s like a thousand marbles, rolling around my head at once
It’s like a thousand marbles. Rolling around my head at once
Sleep in your blanket of correct takes
For your mind to feel
In better shape
You drove away crowds
But at least you proved
Yourself right
You you you
You you you
You you you!
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10. |
The Pig
17:03
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Black river mile
The water is underground
Everyone’s style
Changin’ like the British pound
I’m like a tank driving over all the
Mounds
From hell
Oh mama can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside a mobile with the Memphis blues
Again?
Yes I want a pack of Newport’s please and a gallon of milk I forgot the money for my
Groceries
We’re an American band
We’re an American band
We’re coming to your town
We like to party down
We’re
An American
Band
It’s so easy to steal like a rich persons meal
Like a fortasgashackshagawacks
WACO!
WACO!
WACO!
WACO!
I’m dancing!
People are crawling from the depths of hell
Just to sit and talk with you for a spell
There is no one else they would rather see
Not even their entire families
Don’t you feel special?
Don’t you feel cute?
I’d say it twice but the point it is mute
There is nothing that, you cannot shoot
You signed up now put on your boots
Crawl in the dirt like a good little worm
You are now infested with my own germs
I am a man I’m no longer deceased
We are all men on this pig we must feast
We are all men!
Doctor said
We are all men
Doctor said
We are all men!
Doctor said
We are all men
We are all men
We are all men
We are all men
We are all men
Doctor did say
We are all men we are all men
We are all men
We are all men
We are all men
We are all men
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