Breezeway Ritual - Open Mike Eagle

Ghetto in the way I drink

Uncle, uncle, my ship sank

Ghetto in the way I think

Hide my troubles, my shit don’t stink

Ghetto in the way I move

Watch me groove, Imma sing my blues

Ghetto in the way I talk

My auntie still give God the glory

Shot by the book depository

Never heard one of grandfather’s stories

Permanent sadness, constant mourning

22 grandkids, one apartment

Turn the stove on cause we done with darkness

Social workers don’t want sons with fathers

When they visit, people bite they tongue the hardest

Magnet programs, baccalaureate

Illinois, Texas, Californian

Half a hand drum, half accordian

Eagle, phoenix, dragon, scorpion

Native American, Merovingian

Made of black bones and a rare obsidian

10 feet tall, not scared of any men

Might blow up but will not go flat

They do not know jack

They try to ask the kettle why the pot so black

Maybe little in the middle but I got yo back

Secret buried in america

Wrote it all down just to tear it up

What if there’s a god but it’s scared of us?

What if there’s a god but it’s scared of us?

So they pairing up

They just sit there and stare at us

What if there’s a god but they scared of us?

What if there’s a god but they scared of us?

My mama’s nose

My daddy’s eyes

Accent that I

Don’t recognize

I’m extra fly

I’m extra big

And I did everything that

I must’ve did

And I’m just a kid

And I’m hella old

I collect my blood in a Jello mold

And forever fold

To the nth dimension

Too cool

Too cool

In school suspension

Late for work

Cause I stayed awake

I didn’t go to church

But they made a plate

We don’t say a word

When they debate

Or whether God exists

Or whether Masons pray to an obelisk

Cause I got the gist

The unlocked abyss

Of where the knowledge is

I seen the angles

How they complement

Subatomic particles do not commit, come on

Ghetto in the way I drink

Uncle, uncle, my ship sank

Ghetto in the way I think

Hide my troubles my shit don’t stink

Ghetto in the way I talk