Park Bench Narratives feat. Akin (CYNE) and Seven Star
Produced by Enoch (CYNE)
This was done around the time I was recording Third World Prophecies and it just never made the album. I’m glad I’m getting a chance to put it out now cause with a collaboration like this, for those of you who are fans of Seven Star and/or CYNE, it’s a mustfuckwitable.

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Hook:

When I sit down these thoughts come to mind/
Memories come a live/
Bring forth a past time/
I’m not thinking bout this or that really/
Just this and that shit to make you act silly.

Akin verse:

like remember when / the beat had us surrendering / the realest vibes and scribes emcees had to render in / five fingers grips mics tight with adrenaline / i'mma try to take y'all there once again peace to enoch / when the beat knock you gotta rock it / mic check one,two nah fuck that rock it / the pen's davy crockett / the page is frontiere / with scores of metaphors for war they all fear / any emcee want it with I / he must wanna die a thousand deaths like a coward / similar to Howard / i'm stern but no money to burn / just the mic y'all / i dislike y'all for real / phony emcess Akin will ridicule for a meal / cuz i'm hungry / hunger for more/ hunger for war / rap sucker emcees come knock on my door / just bring it rhymes,lyrics,slang,no gimmicks /emcees they go flee yo they so timid / i'm not borderline i'm a pro in this, i'm a pro in this business what

Soarse Poken verse:

Hey yo, welcome to my audible achems razor blade/
They say the way I labor on paper may save the day/
So Soarse, how you feeling today? Shitty/
But I’ll will it away/
And benefits aplenty to those willing to stay with me/
And under this old sun I’d rather sit lonesome/
Trying to add my problems but coming up with no sum/
Life is wholesome though/
God and I ride in the same time zone son so somebody let me hold some dough/
But for now im trapped getting taxed in an office/
My coffins cheap You killing me pal/
To minimize cost and maximize profit people often cheat/
Wanna off them peep/
You feelin me now?
Hip-hop socialism revealing to me how we move it/
Cause our current social condition isn’t how we movin’/
Game point/
Point taken, taking aim join/
Me in uncovering both sides of same coin/
My country is under attack and I take great buffalo pride in them plains boy/
Still taking over, ain’t nothing changed boy/
Fuck it/
Love it or leave it/
Cause life is like this and righteousness gives me something to believe in/
Twisted and so what?
I’m so lifted my soul wants to escape/
Let’s hate on the latin kid rapping cause he’s less fake/
Dude, let’s make right on your next mistake/
A person with so much on his mind is one you never underestimate/


Seven Star verse:

Just take a second. Cop a seat right on this bench. Watch the herd pass you by fixated on nonsense. They move so fast with out a past trying to outlast their self imposed masks. Worker bees with Jack in their thermoses and
flasks, but they don't know why these feelings keep arising in their hearts. Depressed no matter how much they fill up their shopping carts. They can't help you when they're down or they'll be late and their bosses will frown. A man has a heart attack and no one reacts. God frowns, but God is just a character that they forgot was there. Sinners run the world and no one cares about the devils affairs. As long as the money's there no one will share.
Elephants, Donkeys and bears. He's a whale, she's a whale blowing hot air up everyone's derriere. The rest are ants under they evil eyes up there. Watching our every move looking for those who don't fit in the group they fashioned for those with out a clue. And here they are right in front of you what will you do. Following wallow in capitalism mire, worship sires, pyramid schemes, are you for hire? Will you wear their attire? Will you go with the flow of poison rushing to the heart of our society? Or will you analyze the situation, lose your composure and patience with the politics and priests of piety?