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lyrics
conceal and carry, things got scary
when his adversary Larry, flicked the cherry from his cigarette
right into his eye, die bitch die, day by day
try I try, no one seems to know
not me, not him, not her, not We, not anybody
but if We proceed in the direction of Truth
maybe You won't blame my ideas on the fact of my youth
yeah I know I'm young, what are You jealous?
that I'm as free as a nihilist with the passion of a zealot
my Music's not a product so no, I don't sell it
I offer it to You, I've got thoughts so I tell it
but if the money happens to come I might snag a few dollars and run
just to keep beating my drum, so run Lady run
come baby come
your fun is done, my fun's just begun
1989, that's the number
born beginning of June, born beginning of Summer
born the same day as Tiananmen Square
wait, hold up, I can't hear You, there's too much Destiny in the air
mon frere Mr. Ma Fucker
I miss my dead Brother
Mr. chickity-clickity-clucker, Mr. kissy Lover Lover, suckin on a sucker
Mr. Peter Piper da pick, Bratta tat tat tat tat tat tat
I don't have to make sense, I'm young
old people I'm Spring and you've already sprung
is it the generational gap that make You think my ideas are wack
and not worth the prize at the bottom of the crack jack
and both of my Grandfathers died of Heart attacks
but I'm burning through the bacon like there's no lookin' back
'cause I could die anyway, die anyway
and my only legacy will be the things I write and say
now you're at home listening to my material
talking with your Friend's, 'is he being serious or satirical?'
who broke that Heart of D'Mo's?
well, well, well, wouldn't You like to know
I'll tell You in a different rhyme, in a different line
at a different point of space and time
'cause right now I gotta continue to climb because I'm gettin' older
I gotta prepare for dying and keep pushing this boulder 'cause
Sisyphus and Icarus got syphilis, I'm sick of this
a candy kiss, I'm liquidous, everywhere, ubiquitous
androganis, Godless, I bottle this rock bottomless
feeling of honestness just to give a full throttled kiss
now does that make sense to anyone besides me???
I know it rhymes cleverly and has a nice melody
but honestly I'm offering to open up my honesty
promising to give You everything that is inside of me
my guts, glory, courage, my story,
cowardice, my passion, my bliss, my hate, my fist
my eyes, my tongue, my kiss
and the most important thing that I would never ever miss
my tru..
my Truth.
credits
from Counterfeit Paradise,
released July 25, 2015
written and performed by D'Amato
produced by Jason Fabus
engineered by Maurice 'Moses' Pelman
mastered by Dan Frankel