Theatre Mutiny Yo Yo/ it’s the PTC/ Once again/ as I whisper to the wind/ the Earth is my friend/ You are my friends/ I think about you guys all the time/ more than you can listen Or even comprehend/ you know the damages are done/ I’m hungrier than suns/ Hungrier than the moon/ to expel whats coming soon/ see ya tomorrow/ But I hope that it can be good for all of us/ and hope is nothing that we can joke about/ Because even in darkness we can scatter/ when particles continue to crack like glass/ There is no upper class/ middle class/ or lower class/ when it comes to being human/ Cause we all live the same dream/ we all live the same reality/ and we all live to die/ and we all live to bleed/ There is no biased when it comes to being human being/ There is no biased when it comes to being human being/ We all dream/ and we all bleed/

Theatre Mutiny This place we call home can never be contained/ it can never be explained As we dig into coffins/ they dropping/ closer than we think/ We spit lyrics to pry open your carcass/ and shoot straight to the brain/ Beyond pleasure and pain/ we know the racist and hate remains/ Humanity is lame/ there is some pressure for the people in poverty/ who’s to blame/ Why put the stress on people in public/ it’s like a game/ yet the serpents are lurking and smirking/ Pulling at the strings/ who is that coming back/ creeping through my dreams/ I must protect my heart/ to grow stronger on my feet/ we all live on the same planet/ We all got to eat/ kicking spirit to the lyrics/ while I’m chopping up the beats/ I can toss it like a salad/ while you suck it like a leech/ nobody asked to be born/ Yet we all must bleed/ so be careful what you eat/ or take for granted for keeps/ You must walk through the storm/ for the truth you want to see/ Nobody asked to be born/ yet we all must bleed/ The Outcome Everything is structured/Everything is established Where we work all day/In hopes that we remain passive/ What they rake in is massive/Just imagine the profit/ But they kill imaginations/So they switch up the topics They know the object between em/They know what they dreamin/ So they stress to the press/The progress of our feenin/ Make believin the masses/Are the ones at fault/ But when we try do the same/They have the nerve to assault/ An unarmed peoples/Who helped em gain what's now inside vaults/ Sipping high-class alcohol/As we purchase the malts/ Caught between life and death/Landscape of survival/ Where the struggle tags along/So best pick up your Bible/ Unless your born with a title/Like a prince or a sheikh/ Otherwise we be creepin/We're closer than you think/ Risking our lives for the youth/Trying to live our truth/ Living the nature of our spirits/From inside of a booth. Theatre Mutiny As we approach the bank/ we are closer than you think/ Looking way past the surface/ we are closer than you think/ ya yo/ And I can feel your heart thumping/ we are closer than you think/ ya yo ya yo/ And I can hear your mind ticking/ we are closer than you think/ ya yo/ And to the powers that be/ we are closer than you think/ Looking way past the curtains/ we are closer than you think/ ya yo/ And To the rebels of the Oaxaca/ we are closer than you think/ ya yo/ And to all the people hurting/ we are closer than you think/ ya yo/ You corrupt private banks/ we are closer than you think/ Looking pass the secret service/ we are closer than you think/ ya yo/ To all you sucker MC’s/ we are closer than you think/ ya yo/ To all you whack politicians/ we are closer than you think/ yo yo/ As we approach the bank/ we are closer than you think/ Looking way past the surface/ we are closer than you think/ ya yo/ And I can feel your heart thumping/ we are closer than you think/ ya yo ya yo/ And I can hear your mind ticking/ we are closer than you think/ ya yo/ Yea it’s the PTC/ we must pull through corruption/ and I’m Theatre Mutiny Secrets of the Dead/ the road that lies ahead/

The Outcome: With the system that was set-up/To not listen/They deafed-up/ Incidents be commissioned/Killing the vibes/How we fed-up/ It’s not a move that we dreamed-up/Or something we imagined/ If we lived comfortably/This type of shit wouldn’t happen/ But we be hungry inside/Like in the stomach and mind/ Cuz you don’t feed or educate us/Yet we still on our grind/ We’re not the Pharcyde/And as we continue our life/ Well time keeps on coming/And is passing us by/ We’re on the far side/Of justice today/ It’s like a broken record/The advice given from those whose hair turned gray/ Now that I replay the guidance/Our lifestyle is surviving/ If we’re not buying-up rifles/Trifling the way, we imbibing/ Just like adding hot sauce/To dishes that are already spicy/ The way shit will come out/May not just be to your liking/ Just like rape charges and mass shootings/Are in the dark and kept quiet/ The Outcome prophesizes/Non-violence/And expects ‘em to riot/ Theatre Mutiny: Life or Death! Lets’ reanimate, reinforce embrace/ We reverberate shape reality like clay/ We roll the dice we flip the way we talk/ Take the punches every single day yo! (repeat)/ Theres room to make and rules to break/ Why focus on the hate?/ Love is hard to recognize when the people segregate/ Through the witness open eyes/ So we can function out of place/ Knowing no one here is safe we still relate to the problems/ The steel always finds a place at the end of the barrel/ Provoked emotions keep you choking/ That can lead you astray/ From day to day we must stay focus, they polluting the waves/ They walking back, we moving forward/ See them hiding their faces/ In places you would never think, yo! you would never think!/ Between the trees and the smoke/ We all bleed the same way/ For the road that lies ahead/ We have different paths to take/ Theres’ no voices in my head/ I just have a lot to say/ All my life I’ve been misled and fed lies to my face/ Nobody takes the music serious/ They rather paper chase/ Hip-Hop is like my hot sauce I sprinkle on my plate/ It goes perfect with some chicken even better with some steak/ But once it gets in my eyes/ The fire helps me meditate/

The Outcome Yeah we be making music/Even though we know it’s underground/ But we trigger our topics/By conversing over the sounds/ Of instrumentals from our membership base/The P.T.C. Is based outta Dallas, Texas/And felt they had to cross states/ Just to give us a taste/Over here in Cali/ 2Pac stated the place/Where we riot not rally/ That’s right/However when it comes to the fight/ A real patriot picks up the pen/And with it begins to write/ Finishes at night/Because times have changed/ Tactics once used were switched/While conditions remain/ If I say it today/It’s so my family understands/ That they’re in my thoughts/Each and every time I pick up the pad/ And put to use my hands/To protect our freedom/ Shout-outs to my friends/Siblings/Cousins/Nephews/And nieces/ Hoping this pleases them/Just like I hope the same from my parents/ Staying out of trouble/Inside the struggle/Writing and meditating/ Rhyme contemplating/ Theatre Mutiny Its’ music we provide/ no matter what you believe/ It’s not the pressure/ it’s the size of things of what you perceive/ Its’ music we provide/ no matter what you believe/ It’s not the pressure/ it’s the size of things of what you perceive/ So what I found myself/ before the steps were taken to help someone else/ We must achieve the strength/ yet we must achieve the health/ Protect your heart from the ego/ yet respect the mentality/ Show respects for the people/ trying to escape the reality/ yo/ Battle me but be prepared/ I’m blessed with the casualties/ Quick to grab it and take it/ and recreate this civilization/ looking past the freemasons/ Don’t copy the cats’ corporation/ on repeat paper chasing/ keep your hands off the basic/ Your life needs a replacement/ we keep on moving and shaking/ Because we hate to keep you waiting/ When the spirit is shaken within/ your body is forsaken/ spitting lyrics for safety/ As if nobody can save me/ with every chapter to life/ you must approach obstacles bravely/ Battle your sickness/ beyond sophisticated slavery/ don’t become puppets for your peers/ You grab your fears and you face it/ you should be tired of joking by now/ It’s time to make a change/ yea/ it’s the PTC/ the Pot Tyme Champs/ as we prepare for the chaos/ and pierce the clouds/ we prepare the citizens/ now pass the chronic/

The life we we're given/Was not given to us/Intended to be kept/But left to us to find our personal rhythm/ If we don't keep life/That means we were given something that is borrowed/ If the life we were given is borrowed/So is the time spent until our last tomorrow/ If we are not alone/Our ancestors have shared their time in life to alleviate the sorrow/ When we rely/On more than one source of matter/To survive/Our giver of life/Supplied it as such/ Elegantly When sickness falls upon us/And weakness takes over our body/ Like secrets passed down from our ancestors/With herbs and spices/ Returns the strength/So as the health which follows/ But what is the purpose of life/ It's not how healthy/How strong/How well we eat/ How many surround us/How long we live/Or the comprehension of the aforementioned/ Life's purpose is coming to the realization that we as a species share the same fate/ Despite our differences/Whether wealthy or impoverished/ It's finding and bringing all of us as a whole serenity/In this ouroboros of existence

The Outcome Home of the brave/And land of the free/ More like the home of the graves/From the land of greed/ And it’s sad to see/What be happening/ To all the victims of crime/And their families/ The system don’t care/Look at gun reforms/ And the media says/We should go to war/ Forget Benghazi/We should all move on/ They don’t wanna report/What’s going on in Oaxaca dog/ Let’s not give them the whole truth/Let’s feed them lies/ So when the outcome arrives/It takes them by surprise/ The evictions in the bay/Ain’t funny no more/ They say the economy is great/But won’t let us grow/ So I guess the only way to grow/Is to join the darkside/ Ad noctum/Through holocausts and apartheids/ Genocides/To passify protesters like we kids/ They’re lesser when they say we pester/We better than this/ Theatre Mutiny From the bottom of destruction, we co-exist/ From the bottom of the darkness the truth exist/ For the things to come there is a price to pay/ The first one comes with your government name/ They over tax the water when they poison the land/ The second one comes when your part of the plan/ You got to paper chase like sheeps and lambs/ Are we digging too deep hard to understand?/ We work day by day, we hustle week to week/ We got to hustle til’ our legs and our arms go weak/ Some keep the silence/ But I choose to speak/ It may look like a riot when we march the streets/ Some provoke the violence to propel the peace/ Why vote?/ Do or Die, they want to crucify/ They want to sacrifice a Billy-goat no kumbayas The only way to the heart is to go inside/ It’s kind of strange/ When the weird things go coincide/ Theres a rhythm in my heart, they can’t cover my eyes/ We know the deepest truth is the truth in lies/ Theres a rhythm in my heart, they can’t cover my eyes/ When darkness falls, start a fire/ Theres a rhythm in my heart, they can’t cover my eyes/ You can watch the fire rise, but you won’t survive/ I’m gonna take you for a ride/ When I open your eyes/

Aper Zaper Zaper (Aper) Zaper/ I’m flying high/ passing this world by/ cause the crime and police die/ I’m fed up to my knees asking why/ dreaming about a blue sky/ but in the back/ I still get the crossed eye/ like I’m a lost bad guy/ I’m trying figure out how the beat flies/ And still see the sea in life/ trying to fake it glass eye/ and magnify with the homie Mutiny near by/ On another one standby/ looking for a blunt to untie/ and we still ain’t satisfied/ smoking/ Getting high/ passing this world by/ I understand it’s me and Earth-ly/ and creatures tend to spy/ Trying to tell me it’s dying/ and your lost kept in a lie/ in tune with a knife/ sliced up get it right/ And live your life/ Theatre Mutiny Live your life/ Live your life/ Because you only live once/ never live twice/ Third eyes/ blood shot/ Flying high/ I got two eyes/ to the sky/ I wonder why/ Why do we all feel pain/ We all must die/ You know I’m tired/ too fried/ to put this bullshit to the side/ (X2) I’m here to wipe your tears away/ cause I’m all dried out/ fuck a suicide/ no do or die/ You see me riding high/ I go the Rype Arkatype and Aper Zaper on my side/ It’s the PTC/ It’s like a bullet coming by/ I got my razor sharp teeth/ I do not stutter when I rhyme/ Let the waves keep coming/ watch it plummet as I rise/ I’m bringing way too much thunder/ Pack your compass to the side/ cause while the world is going under/ it’s the music we provide/ Tug at the heart/ to make it spark/ I see the fire in your eyes/ they waving flags/ but miss the mark/ Cause they conquer by divide/ we know an eye for eye/ will make the whole world blind/ But what makes it even worse/ is they control both sides/ Third eyes/ blood shot/ Flying high/ I got two eyes/ to the sky/ I wonder why/ Why do we all feel pain/ We all must die/ You know I’m tired/ too fried/ to put this bullshit to the side/

Intro Theatre Mutiny Yo yo yo/ In a world full of Rags and Riches/ We will always need heroes/ Chorus The World is turning. I hope it don’t turn away. The Outcome Since the day we were born/Life already felt like a war/ Overwhelmed by the light/Images sensations sounds and more/ Accustomed to the womb/Expecting senses to develop soon/ Just to work for a few decades/Then to rest in tombs/ We still have to bloom/Let alone learn how to groom/ Establish our rhythm/Morals/Values/And moving to the tune To the beat of society/Defend myself when they fighting me/ But cops be killing us/So it's best to keep quiet see/ It's not a pretty sight/To watch females when they be crying/ Either they're right or we be lying/ Chorus The World is turning. I hope it don’t turn away. The Outcome With time/All the memorizing/Updating/And optimizing/ Depending on experience/You either fight or compromising/ In a nation of laws/You either submit or defying/ We may wanna see change/So keep you head down or keep trying/ No matter the choice/Whether you reserve it or voice it/ News anchors/Even the papers/Will say the streets are becoming noisy/ Cuz to the government/Social stability be crucial/ But to the wealthy/Its business as usual/Bring in the fuel/ The duality of my lyrics/Are hopeless but of relevance/ I wonder if I'll reach senescence/ Theatre Mutiny Each day the world keeps spinning/ From beginning to ending/ I see this world as sacrilegious as I pencil my sentence/ From pain to pleasure/ Repentance when you’re dealing with sickness/ Sometimes I whisper to the wind/ Like King Crimson/ My favorite record likes to skip until I keep pushing/ There is no problem we can’t handle/ When we have lower standards/ We must appreciate this life cause you can never live twice/ Theres many secrets kept hidden as we struggle and strive/ Chorus The World is turning. I hope it don’t turn away. Theatre Mutiny With every tree/Theres the roots you can’t see with open eyes/ When you go to sleep at night/Your brain goes for a ride/ Do don’t be surprised/As you catch a glimpse of the other side/ When your awake/Your still alive/but retrograde with the time/ It’s got you looking at the ceiling/Theres too much on your mind/ The memories can come and go/Theres disappointments with life/ That’s why we let some people go/And call it a sacrifice/ I am the soul wandering lost/Until you put me on pause/ Chorus The World is turning. I hope it don’t turn away.

Hook We won’t stand back/ we won’t take that/ We won’t stand back/ we won’t take that/ (X4) Klazz Anybody want to stop/ this massive attack/the blacks never blessed/ Unless we finesse/ we less than them/ yes/ wont rest til they address/ And black falls depressed/ invading us less/ unite and destroy/ the violence/ This media portraying us/ label and killing us/ we dust to them/ so we must reluct/ Abundance gone/ so no more relapse/ don’t limit the living/ we living/ deduct/ We feeling the gimmick/ and here is a response/ but yall far gone/ yall out of luck/ I’m bout to play my role/ and never go under/ yall messed with the wrong man/ Let it bust/ real loud and clear/ my basis really struck/ brought the sound back/ And I bless a microphone/ spitting real live verses/ for the heart and dome/ (2PAC Skit) Hook We won’t stand back/ we won’t take that/ We won’t stand back/ we won’t take that/ (X4) Theatre Mutiny I think of the future/ I think of the past/ What I’ve learn so far is that/ Things never last/ Don’ trust politics/ All about the cash All about the riches they can wack your ass/ Forget about the friendship/ Not what you have/ Not what you have/ Dig deep into the spirit like a punching bag/ Dribble to the left/ jab to the right/ come back to the Earth with a purposeful thirst/ A particular catharsis/ reverse the curse/ I gotta put it in a verse to reverse the worst/ From the bottom of the rubble/ coming second to none/ I pull out my lyrics/ You pull out your guns/ Can you follow through the river/ of the burning sun/ It can pierce your skull/ you can feel the Bern/ I’m not too concerned/ With your skull and bones/ Chorus From the middle of the jungle/ we grow strong/ we won’t stop/ Hip-hop/ yo yo yo/ we won’t stop/ From the center of the Earth/ we grow strong/ we won’t stop/ Hip-hop/ yo yo yo/ we won’t stop/ (X2)

Theatre Mutiny It’s the PTC, Pull Thru corruption/ A procreation breed is a puppet without the strings/ A procreation breed is a puppet without the strings/ A procreation breed is a puppet without the strings/ Still being controlled from a very serene scene/ know what I’m talking about/ For what we see into the eyes of the clouds/ Theres so many lives at stake/ We should be used to it know/ That’s what you think, but we still drink/ Poison from the sink/ Life is different on the screen/ It’s even vicious in dreams/ I see you walking in your sleep/ Typically misery, Now you got blisters on your feet/ Cause you’re still marching for peace/ Picking up parasites from the beach/ You can’t wash away with bleach/ Now it’s attached like a leach/ You grow weaker when you sleep because of what you see/ Another day for the Dollar to Dollar/ Another day to breathe/ For what we see into the eyes of the greedy/ relevant for the street people/ Give to the needy/ Provide water for the seeds and watch the flowers recede/ Provide water for the seeds and watch the flowers recede/ Into the darkness of an open mouth/ You now you feeling the breeze/ You know you feeling the breeze/ You now you feeling the breeze/ We must pull through corruption cause, it’s a procreation breed/ Pull through corruption cause, we can barely even breathe/ We must pull through corruption cause, it’s a procreation breed/ Pull through corruption cause, we can barely even breathe/ The Outcome When we exited the womb/We knew we left our confinement/ Just to enter a matrix/That compels to cosign men/ And they bind us to the system/For their personal gain/ Since time immemorial/Conquer and divide s the game In the age of Kali/We awake in Cali/ King-Town among other cities/Have deaths to tally/ Known as the American Dream/An empirical scheme/ To enslave the populace/For individual greed/ They don’t care if we bleed/If we die or suffer/ They watch the news/And see it/As a neighborhood blunder/ They want us to go under/Look at all the weapons/ They don’t want us to say a word/As time keeps progressing We should really count our blessings/As time moves on/ Educate one another/So as a whole we become strong/ They don’t want us to belong/To this country you see/ Let’s build-up one another/As a procreation breed/

We struggle to make sense of the unknown/Yet we lose the feeling of agony at death/ You can take a peek when you sleep/The staircase to the heavens is complex/Rigid/ Steep and pristine/Like a solid blur for the exhausted eye/Whispering wishful dreams deferred/ Secrets are kept/Memories are mourned/Artifacts are lost at the cost of life/ Commonly mistaken as a broken device/Yet the best kept secret is peace at death/ As I watch another slip into a sleepless bliss/I cannot help but to think/ Supplied with belief and deceit/We wander curiously/To seek/ Extensive moments past death/What we leave behind is either worth more or worth-less/ Yet the spirit has no material gain, and is simply priceless/

Theatre Mutiny The secrets of the dead by the PTC and I’m Theatre Mutiny/ As we proceed the tales/Beseech the smell/I reek of reefer/when I’m flossing my teeth/ Between meals/When this song takes your soul away/ Never play for keeps/ Nobody ask to be born/take a look at what you see now/ You must pull through corruption/To kick it with the PTC/Using this music as muscle/ We stumble/Hhustle til’ were free/Put down the mic/Pick up the weapon/ I’m packing this poetry/I’m just creeping around/When cruising down the streets/in mutiny/ When I’m kicking with The Outcome/We bleed through frequencies/ With every flag there is the ego/waiting for defeat/You must prepare for the darkness/ Grow sharper with some THC/ I walk the streets/I shake my markers/design lyrics to the beat/ If nobody speaks for nobody/Then nobody speaks for me/ Like the rebels of Oaxaca keep on marching on your feet/Theres nothing to laugh about/ No do or die, the governments greedy/Nobody jokes about suicide when theres no liberty/ Have you ever wondered why the brain ponders when you sleep?/ Have you ever wondered why that roots cut through concrete?/ Only the heart can make you rise like the sun bringing heat!/ Only the heart can make you rise like the sun bringing heat!/ yea it’s the PTC/ Yea go on/ It’s the secret of the dead/ As we move ahead/ /Skit- Half-Baked – Scene – (you hungry) Kenny kills a police horse/ Man: Hey girl you hungry? Woman: Fuck you nigga! Man: Oh oh oh I’m sorry I was talking to the horse here/ The Outcome They try to criticize/The way we be living our lives/ How we be smoking so much pot/And getting so high/ To deviate the discrepancies/That be found in their lies/ As to how bad cannabis can be/Keeping that on reprise/ It’s the P.T.C./Exhaling with no disguise/ We be hitting the joint/Because we have nothing to hide/ But we know what we love/So that’s just what we do/ Besides making some beats/And spitting lyrics inside of booths/ We be speaking the truth/Constantly on our tracks/ Just like we breathe in THC/And blow it right back/ We keep our moves in motion/In a cyclical fashion/ The Fenix, Shikta, or Ouroboros/Of musical passion/ Intertwined with the greenery/For the fiends who be seemingly/ Unwary of the imagery/Produced by media schemes/ No matter how they talk about it/Or however they say it/ Keep rolling ‘em/To place them in the air/All just to blaze it/ Theatre Mutiny Puff puff puff pass it to the left/ We breathe the air/ We rock the bells/You can see me when I’m rolling the streets/ No details/Going against the grain/You see were trained to graze beats/ Looking over my shoulder/ As we switch lanes like athletes/Yet we’re going so fast/ When punching the gas/You know we bound to cash in/Lets dismember the breaks/ You know the stakes/ You smell like ass cheeks/ Reveal it when feeling the pain/ I’d do the same to maintain/ You know the spirit is in danger/As the clouds become stranger/ Never make a complaint because the green made you choke/This is Model 420/ I’d like to end on that note/ yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

It's up to you!

Theatre Mutiny Yo, yo, Rype Arekuhtype, check, check it!/ Pot Tyme Champs/ Theres nothing to cure my sickness/ yet the music is treatment/ I like my biscuits cooked right/ and chicken extra crispy/ I like my sauce on the side/ So I can take remains with me/ Feel my brains within dimensions/ Feed you lyrics with spirit/ Incongruity usually/ Progressively fearless/ Positive energy moves me/ with the spooks I’m re-building/ No need for troops from a system and genocidal religions/ So don’t get wrapped up in the lies/ The T.V. fucks with your vision/ From every channel, every smile/ I see them reading from scripture/ With every distraction/ theres a new trend/ becoming enemies with friends yo!/ Material things are nothing when you die in the end/ And though theres no such thing as perfect you the practice is worth it/ Between the music, keep pushing/ Showing love and preserve it/ Not here to leave you empty-handed just because I was stranded/ I was sent here to protect you/ Let me keep you in balance/ When theres no cure for my sickness, The music is treatment/ Even god showing up won’t be enough to be relentless/ Not saying I’m better than yall/ Just tired of pretending/ All my prayers never end/ When every day is pathetic/ The human being is out of focus/ Steady looking synthetic/ Putting truth to my rhymes, automatic poetic/ I put the truth in my rhymes, automatic poetic/ The Outcome As of lately/A disease/Inside of me/Has been growing/ Called humility/Patience/And respect for the knowing Caused by the energy and teaching/Of the most high/ Trying to move away from/The negativity in our lives/ From watching and reading/All the news that’s repeating/ All the rape/Overdoses/And shootings had me heated/ All the taxes we pay/All the work we put in/ Can’t put our two cents in/But get kicked out with our foot in/ Maybe/They just don’t want us to know/ What’s behind closed curtains/Like they be running a show/ We should know and feel empowered/Having built this country/ We didn’t structure the system/We’re not the one’s feeling sultry/ We surviving paycheck to paycheck/With a rumbling tummy/ When they’re living off/The 19th century money/ These conditions seem incurable/Yet we still get by/ Through the use of music as therapy/ Keeping the truth alive/

Theatre Mutiny I was up late one night/ having a drink/ and it was way past midnight/ looking for things to do/ And no I don’t believe in curfews/ searching for peace/ so when I go for little walks/ I’m always packing my paint/ I never take the sidewalks/ I like climbing the gates/ I wallow in complete darkness/ hiding my face/ You must never hold back/ no need to explain/ No strings attached/ when living life free range/ still searching for facts to life/ we got to maintain/ We must find a purpose/ keep on following dreams/ because the system is always out to get you/ Plotting and scheming/ I’m a forever brown demon/ when I’m rocking the beats/ Now let me break it down for ya! like a recipe/ providing heart in my lyrics/ as part of the remedy/ What you see is what you get/ just remember to blink/ If they control everything/ It’s not what you think/ beyond the borderlines and fines/ there is almost no escape/ There is no room for hate/ that’s how we battle the beast/ You got to follow your faith/ When you’re walking the streets/ You got to pull to corruption/ with the PTC! Hook: There is a place for love/ but they choose the blood/ Over the safety of the homo-sapiens/ There is a place to for peace/ but we choose to lust/ There’s no secrets to keep/ When we struggle enough/ (X2) There’s plenty bullets to dodge today/ the haters like to play/ I’m way ahead of my time ya see/ It’s hard to parlay/ while yall doing the same thing/ no it’s not okay/ to throw your thoughts away/ When they controlling what you think and the economy/ they rather shoot pointe blank/ And put your body asleep/ that’s one less/ poor folk/ walking the streets/ if I abide by the law/ You better keep your peace/ why do you lie to the people/ with American greed/ And for the things to come/ there is the truth to see/ the truth to be/ We from the belly of the beast/ where we smoke the trees/ smoke the trees/ smoke the trees/ It’s no secret that we all float/ coast to beats/ deliver lyrical control/ like it suppose to be/ And if you want to see a pro/ stand close to me/ and if you want to see a pro/ stand close to me/ They want to see you jump ropes/ like a puzzle piece/ but the pieces never fit/ quite comfortably/ It’s like somethings out of place/ with the human breed/ and though the world is full of love/ It lacks unity/ Hook: There is a place for love/ but they choose the blood/ Over the safety of the homo-sapiens/ There is a place to for peace/ but we choose to lust/ There’s no secrets to keep/ When we struggle enough/ (X2) (Theatre Mutiny talking with The Outcome on Family, Life, and Death) Mutiny: I use to care in a sense. I use to get in a lot of trouble though. That was one of my downfalls. I was just always… I always ended up in trouble. I have a problem with authority and I don’t mix well Because the color of the skin, you know I’ve been targeted because I have too many tattoos, I’ve been targeted because I have paint on my clothes. I’m a painter though, I paint at home. I don’t always tag, I haven’t tagged in almost fucking ten years, you know what I’m saying, but as a family man, I don’t even think about it. I don’t even consider it, I don’t carry paint around like I use to. I actually say hi to cops, I smile, I treat em just like a gentleman would. And I gotta keep my bias’s to myself/ because like not every cop is an asshole or not every cop will exploit his authority over you. You know, but … Outcome: I believe that you know, that you having a two year old son right now with your girl Sandii, Ugh that that helps out when you’re walking with them, you know that affirmation you know, to the cop Mutiny: Oh it definitely helps out, because half the time I walk into the store around the corner with my wife and kid, Me and Sandii, Sage. When we walk in the store now, I always look to the cops, because there is always a cop at the door. Every time I look at his face, he’s just smiling at us already. Like being dandy and I’m just like hey! Hows it going and he’s like good, good, good. Alright you know like quick, quick and brief smiles. But theres a big, there is a big gap between his lifestyle, his way of life, his thoughts on the human condition, and how we, we, we should progress and some in a sense come together. That’s how a lot of my, my people speak, and that’s how we speak, you know that’s what we talk about, that what our music is about first of all. But there is a big thin line between how individual is almost destroying society, and in a way, defying us, and in a sense killing us slowly, surely, but eventually, it’s just like it’s another level of death, it’s like I don’t know whose really alive and I don’t know who is really dead. And you don’t have to be in a sense laying in a coffin to be dead. That’s what this whole, that’s what this whole topic has been about is the many levels of death. So in a sense, I kind of see every authority figure, no matter where you are or no matter how protective you may be of the people of your accompany, You’re getting paid for standing there. And I know many people who are standing around protecting others but they don’t get paid for it. Outcome: Right! Mutiny: So its kind of like an ego trip! If I was getting paid so much to fucking rap, I’d be having an ego Trip. If I was being paid so much to be a family, you know family man, to be a husband and a father to A son, if I was being paid I’m sure I’d be having a big ego about it. But I rather not have all that shit. I Rather have it the way it is. I think I’m pretty comfortable in my own skin, to be a family man. And I’m Glad I’m glad I waited til this point to become one because like I said in my past even in my recent past, I Was a little crazy, and I’m still against the authority but I was hella against the authority then. I was Marching with people, I was locked up for doing graffiti in front of cops, I was being locked up for attacking cops, I was locked up for being attacked by cops, I was locked up from running from cops. I don’t think that shit would ever really, hopefully it will never happen but if somebody were to Threatened my family, you know it could easily go back into that. And that’s just how I’ve grown up That’s how a lot of us have grown up. We become in a sense what we hate. Hahah And that’s how family Has really changed me, I don’t feel like I have necessarily hate for the government, I just know that it can Change for the better. Outcome: Right! Mutiny: I know everything… I know theres hope in everything at this point, so like having a family And being a husband to a lovely wife and kid has really changed everything, everything for the better. Even just waking up, what to do. What to do before I go to sleep. What I should do, what I want to do Keeping all my habits contained, keeping my brain functioning, you know keeping the music alive, Keeping every song pure and original. No bullshitting with people, because I think we get enough bullshit On the radio these days, that’s another form of death hahaha. Death of hip-hop on the radio man! Outcome: Well save that for another time, another topic and conversation. Mutiny: yeah that’s whole another subject.