Where We All Live - EP

by Wheelchair Sports Camp

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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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Track Name: Are You Hung Up?
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.
Track Name: Where We All Live
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
Track Name: Dream Up
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
Track Name: Don't Force The Funk
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
Track Name: Justice'nt Right
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