A solid distance is maintained between the narrator and contemporary circumstances, allowing him to share a viewpoint. The protagonist attempts to give background information on how they've kept a sense of self while reading the room on how they may have come across as arrogant towards others.
lyrics
Open Hands
Adlib:
They ain't even know it.
They ain't even know it.
They ain't even know it.
They ain't even know it.
Chorus:
In a land of lovely words,
I'm not around.
I keep away to raise a few,
stuck underground.
Open hands, I too am lost.
As will be found,
through the haze I raise the torch.
This is our sound.
Verse:
Peace, love, unity...RAAAAH!
Moving through the music, most may never hear it.
I ain't asking for you to build cuz you fear it.
So many "demeaning", "demonic"; that's a digression.
It ain't for me to judge your walk.
I'm just BLESSED.
So many of my own, they can't handle it.
They rather stay in a zone,
cute with a candle lit.
I gotta move beyond.
Share the story between life and death,
as real as I feel...alright?
Chorus:
In a land of lovely words,
I'm not around.
I keep away to raise a few,
stuck underground.
Open hands, I too am lost.
As will be found,
through the haze I raise the torch.
This is our sound.
Verse:
I am the powers that be.
Remain free.
Streets in my city,
my blood built for me.
Opposition rather portray me as a beast,
so I ain't gotta hear chit chat.
I'm key.
Targets on my back, no doubt.
Day in the life:
"Better have that 'just-in-case' I'm on-site."
"Raising up that AM dial, we just might."
Toast to my officials: Peace, we alright.
Chorus:
In a land of lovely words,
I'm not around.
I keep away to raise a few,
stuck underground.
Open hands, I too am lost.
As will be found,
through the haze I raise the torch.
This is our sound.
In a land of lovely words,
I'm not around.
I keep away to raise a few,
stuck underground.
Open hands, I too am lost.
As will be found,
through the haze I raise the torch.
This is our sound.
End
Delicious sonic textures, lyrics channeling an unusual devotion to daily life and a voice who's owner (some say) drinks too much coffee. Slightly better than cigarettes, I suppose.
Younge remasters and reissues his Wax Poetics debut, a super bad OST inspired by blaxploitation soundtracks of the 1970s. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 16, 2014