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Where We All Live - EP

by Wheelchair Sports Camp

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    included with the CD is a ltd poster by the conecutter godfather Frank Kwiatkowski who did all the artwork for the EP from a traffic cone. also included is a wheat paste recipe.

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1.
Intro 00:40
2.
chorus: Can’t slow down There’s blood in these waters so sharks will come around Can’t slow down you’ll lose your head you’ll lose the beat & drown i roll across the land booty shaking lots of hands listening to strangers getting lots love and props from fam i haven’t lost a damn fight and don’t plan to damn night since propagan propper pandas chop my samples nice never got to handle life with slow speeds I gamble twice as hard as stars in flannel nighties a vandal?.... might be more energy than candlelight threatening the scandal right channel peace dismantle hype bigger than your white T grant me the serenity it takes to build a better chi B the change you wanna you wanna C letter D let it B i got a recipe for happiness with empathy a pacifist meant to be a wanna be activist i hope to laugh at this down the road in 20 years not many fears later with my plenty queers i hope to laugh at this down the road in 30 years die when i’m serious to clean my mouth and dirty ears Chorus: Living one day at a time; taking a moment to remember what is mine We accept these hardships as the pathway to peace; We accept that these hardships must never ever cease. learned wait to make a move until the kick snares set in stopped letting people drag me down and forced myself get in the challenge that I ran into in manitou failed to coordinate the latitude & mic check my fucking attitude now i’m cool and make my lute in mandolins handling life’s schedule with a grain of salt & gratitude there’s only one shot loaded baby this is what is what it’s all about my middle finger’s for federal add the index & i’m out Chorus: Can’t slow down There’s blood in these waters so sharks will come around Can’t slow down you’ll lose your head you’ll lose the beat & drown Living one day at a time; taking a moment to remember what is mine We accept these hardships as the pathway to peace; We accept that these hardships must never ever cease.
3.
verse 1: Oh I'm a little tired, a little wired, a little messed up and down for the count I've made some decisions, some derision, and I just wanna get out Felt confused whilst amused and I might have slightly bruised my fragile ego I still can't decipher whether it's wife or a diver that I wanna be though chorus: Oh I don't wanna get old, don't wanna get told what I have to do No I don't wanna get old, don't wanna get told what I have to do No I'm never gonna get old, never gonna get told what I have to do No I'm never gonna get old, never gonna get told what I have to do k: i’ll be that grandma still ordering kids meals who never learned to ride a bike & is still rollin a big wheel throwing temper tantrums until they feed me sugar always hiding in the corner digging, eating boogers cover all my piercings order one child ticket at the movies with a wink and a smile sleep till noon’ make beats real soon after i check my email twice and finish cartoons chorus: Oh I don't wanna get old, don't wanna get told what I have to do No I don't wanna get old, don't wanna get told what I have to do verse 2: I don't wanna live my life filled with strife and constantly in fear Feeling heart break, constant headache, every mistake I make leads me here Growing ups too damn hard when your scarred with your guard up all the time Doing work feeling like a jerk wearing a smirk can't even make a dime chorus: Oh I don't wanna get old, don't wanna get told what I have to do No I don't wanna get old, don't wanna get told what I have to do No I'm never gonna get old, never gonna get told what I have to do No I'm never gonna get old, never gonna get told what I have to do k: never really been the type color in the lines but confess i’ve been blessed and obsessed sunshine the city is my canvas so i gotta bump dat & just keep swimming with a floaty and a blunt wrap not quite tall enough for the big rides haven’t grown an inch since i was six and i’m just fine it’s show time and i won’t anticipate perfect but be dammed if i didn’t make every mistake worth it chorus: Oh I don't wanna get old, don't wanna get told what I have to do No I don't wanna get old, don't wanna get told what I have to do verse 3: I might drown if I settle down in this town till the end of my days What I've learned is that getting burned is the only way to change your ways Life feels dire, down to the wire, can't inspire, got nothing else left give Why worry, what's your hurry, life is blurry, this is where we all live chorus: Oh I don't wanna get old, don't wanna get told what I have to do No I don't wanna get old, don't wanna get told what I have to do No I'm never gonna get old, never gonna get told what I have to do No I'm never gonna get old, never gonna get told what I have to do
4.
Dream Up 03:48
the flow’s correct and checked by an auditor blow it out your monitors, throw it up vomiters tucked away in conifer ,i’m bombing earth’s crust you must trust a lotta herbs, skaters, painters & photographers strapped like a straight jack mapped by geographers trapped like a slave rat, my atmosphere’s barometer is mile elevated concentrated when I gotta turd to stay far far, far away from commoners get a real job, no domo arigato but catch the latest freaky eaters episode where I eat mics like tacos keep up muchacho you’d have an even harder time being en mi caso thoughts walk fluid with rivers that run through it lost in applause with a cause congruent so pause what you’re doing, cus i’m about to ruin a true motherfucka going out for the movement Neil Young chorus: dream up, dream up, let me dream up, dream up, let me dream up, dream up, let me sax verse Neil Young chorus: dream up, dream up, let me dream up, dream up, let me dream up, dream up, let me keep the bass loud taste sounds that make you wanna shout from the waist down i can feel my hi-hat’s headed on a route to a boundary surrounding new directions that’s getting better & better for better no question a grade before the first letter, fitter on the beats with a pen and desk than that glitter shit release flyer than a handout, cooler in a sweater rats starving for originality & cheddar while I dream up 14ers for minerals subliminal on Osceola street fight with strength of a seminole plentiful harvests starving to be an artist punch loops with a jab grab rhythm by the genitals i smack bars, kick the track hard still never seen an arena to top my colorful backyard this culture is my game never place no name above it don’t just do it for my peoples i do it for the public Neil Young chorus: dream up, dream up, let me dream up, dream up, let me dream up, dream up, let me sax verse
5.
chillin on the writers block feeling on a lighter talk every one is serious whether you’re inside or not a force field has it’s own source still that unknown funk’s in the trunk and it will snatch the thrown wait and make scratch don’t jump the gun I wait for last minute deadline’s not till one bedtimes are dead and never a set time keep the dogs fed don’t stop for the red signs gotta get mine - gotta set grind gotta let it come natural gotta net -work to net worth gotta bet high gotta let by- gones be bye-gone's keep writing fly songs and the rest die gotta get mine - gotta set grind gotta let it come natural gotta net -work to net worth gotta check why gotta let by- gones be bye-gone's keep writing fly songs i do my best high Chorus: Don’t force can’t force the funk You gotta do what’s natural You gotta love life, gotta stay fly Gotta embrace the factual x2 can’t get a whole lot done sleeping but i’m so sleepy and i love eating usually distracted world wide chatting tweeting productive behavior erratic speaking for myself the world’s on a schedule that i’m always late for the help with a head full put off my dental appointments to stencil take the lands back and make plans in pencil i lack credentials, but advise parentals devise a new plan sanity essential vanity had to be mental continental confines anatomy but how do we combine essentials? time is the essence, but my mind isn’t present if my time isn’t occupied, neither is my message take a break, fake a rap, take a nap, come back with a better idea or have another snack Chorus: Don’t force can’t force the funk You gotta do what’s natural You gotta love life, gotta stay fly Gotta embrace the factual x2 i came to understand that i stay fresh the best by hanging on to life by the underpants not like a lot of other bands w/ plans to get bum rushed I pump funk with more dunks than thunder dan played so many shows you’d be dead not to notice trying to find time without loosing focus i can say i love doing this the mostest even though i’m always bullshitting and you know this! gotta get mine - gotta set grind gotta let it come natural gotta net -work to networth gotta bet high gotta let by- gones be bye-gone's keep writing fly songs and the rest die gotta get mine gotta set grind gotta let it come natural gotta net -work to networth gotta check why gotta let by- gones be bye-gone keep writing fly songs i do my best high
6.
the sun doesn’t shine on any death row, or skeleton’s bay, far from an elegant stay heavier than elephants pray that the courts don’t read short of the facts cus it’s been hell ever since they are the victim of this culture of violence not a solution institution, but tyrants sirens, escort minorities through the city’s red lights, read the rights, police do the most gritty work for the business, this billion dollar business higher crime rates & higher sentence this is a quarter of the entire world’s incarcerated land of the free only of 5% of that is populated by us if in god we trust, then god we must stop, reverse, wage a war on drug busts crime pays the bills, luck’s always been tough but when will enough be enough Neil Diamond’s chorus: play it now, play it now, play it now my baby independent contractors,conjectured to the private sector, wall street investors annual trade exhibitions, corrections corporation, conventions, corruption, construction, pre-paid phone discussion, food supplied not for human consumption, destruction, magazines, generous, plentiful profits, the health care to death chair market Pocket for profit, Correct Health care is given all way to the death chair, inmates work for Target, Microsoft, motorola, AT&T, IBM, even Beoing’s largest & Macy’s Benefits regardless, Dell, Revlon, Hewlett Packard, for maybe a quarter an hour, bravery staggered women sexually battered making military helmets along with bullet proof vests, tags, pants, belts, tents even ammunition, some are doing life for a socially constructed condition 13th amendment abolished slavery, but only outside of the prisons not far from concentration camps & Nazi visions headphones to cellphones, microphones & appliances speakers, medical supplies that aren’t supplied to them a colorless world that demands license plates, & paint justicen’t right justice it ain’t justice’nt right justice this ain’t chorus they round up masses of natives, latins, & black men, transfer public funds to private companies warehouse them oppressed before ever even imprisoned starved themselves to death before anyone would listen, listen go to jail longer for rock cocaine than powder life’s a ball game 3 strikes and you’re a goner taken every last honor to give white privileged power the first black president to silence his phone this hour 11:08 time to occupy the nation we won’t fuel this economy with alleged crime reservations each day an echo of the forced day that just past you, we, I am Troy Davis, let me be the last. this is for mumia abu jamal, leonard peltier, warren mcCleskey, Christian Fernandez & all the other juveniles facing life, Ali Reza mollasoltani, Guantanamo Bay, Sister Carol Gilbert, Sister Jackie Hudson, Sister Ardeth Platte, bobby francis, barry fairchild, geronimo ji-jaga pratt, charles agster and all my disabled’s , allejandrina torres, susan rosenberg, assata shakur, sekou odinga, silvia baraldini, marilyn buck, dhoruba bin wahad, john brown, emma goldman, eugene debs, ruth reynolds, elthel and julias rosenberg, willie darden, sundiata acoli, ADX florence, the ohio 7, David Scalera (Looks Away), david gilbert, kathy boudin, anthony casso, GEORGE JACKSON, marion, FRANK VALDES, Burma, scott norberg, Bill Dunne , Ojore Lutalo , Tre Arrow , Robert Thaxton , Angela M Cesario , Jeffrey (Free), THE Q, John Wade , Helen Woodson, The Cuban Five, Dr. alan berkman, tim blunk, mutulu shakur, Tewahnee Sahme, rikers island, William Gilday, MOVE Prisoners, tent city, calipatria, judy clark, Alvaro Luna Hernandez, Yu Kikumura, James William Kilgore, Sara Olson, Tsutomo Shirosaki, Herman Bell, Sundiata Acoli , Jamil Abdullah Al-Amin , Zolo Agona Azania, Huntingdon, Beaumont Gereau, Joseph Bowen, Marshall Edward Conway, Chip, Ana Gelabert, Robert Seth Hayes, William Turk, David Rice, Anthony Laborde, Ruchell Cinque McGee , Anthony Bottom, Hugo Pinell, Ed Poindexter Grailing Brown, J. York, Freddie Hilton, Russel Maroon Shoats , Herman Wallace, Gary Watson, William Taylor Harris, Byron Shane, Eddie Hatcher, Luis V. Rodríguez , Oscar Lopez Rivera, Carlos Alberto Torres, Thomas Manning, Jaan Karl Laaman, Richard Williams, Albert Woodfox

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released April 21, 2012

MC/beats - Kalyn
Vocals/sax- Abi
Live drums - Isaac
Original artwork by - Frank Kwiatkowski
Mixed by - Tyler Soifer
Mastered by - Jay Harper
#6 was recorded @ UI Sound Studios in Boulder and features Joshua Trinidad on trumpet & DJ B*Money

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