(Sterling Duns, Verse One) The way that times moving we swooning over memories Plenty of things to keep us distracted all from our inner beings my higher calling takes a back seat to the immediate immediately regret steps I took to keep deepness in I check the celle missed calls, I miss, already the peace of mind, so refreshing But who am I just a fragment a piece of a painting painted over, amidst reframing you discover the angle in which I’m matted, needs to be straightened needs replacing confusions looming mind and body needs fusion keeping up with the cool kids that the reason I do this The lone mind wonders so I ponder, out of the somber precious time, it cant be squandered it must be cherished and honored And I’m so grateful for all lf this of all the that i know You can sometimes hold on to things you need to let goto grow pray i forget the ways, i never wanna slip away never feeling alone, especially with the break of day (Samara Bradley, Chorus One) Its beauty is quiet, seen all around Do flowers that bloom make a sound? Busy like bees, in the forest for the trees Wearing their voices like crowns (Qil Rogers, Verse Two) I’m always opened up, a nyctonastic flower Empowered by a tower of mutual adoration showers, I ain’t a coward, got powers that been unscoured By Brillo pillows unsoured in quiet spaces I cower, I hardly ever write lonely time on my to-do My magic is being active, you’re passive, to me that’s voodoo I would offer but my coffers are costin’ me like a daughter My two cents is twopence, that’s nonsense, that’s garbage I’m saturated, my brightness has maturated It’s ripened and now its likeness is closer to agitated... To you unsightly, but all that I see is beauty I strap it across my back and I carry like das my Tumi I know you lookin’, don’t know if you can see through me Unto me is no facade, I’m unshaken, my vibe is Bumi No brooding, that’s time consuming, my spirit’s hungry for booming So let me live, let me give, all that this blossom’s rooting (Samara Bradley, Chorus Two) Busy like bees, in the forest for the trees Wearing their voices like crowns Their beauty is quiet, seen all around Do flowers that bloom make a sound? (Sterling Duns and Qil Rogers, Outro) (S) If find footing and solace in what I’m doing (Q) Teaching me how to feel, learning how to be real (S) And forget the tropes anecdotes given to me that I'm pulling (Q) Growin' up got me solo heightening is how I heal (S) Towards a higher being, being patient with my self (Q) Huddled up in my mental, nuzzled against my ego (S) Knowing that in the end, I don’t answer to no one else (Q) Protecting all that is sacred, my spirit be my own hero (S) choices to make wats at stake-in telling narratives (Q) My spirit never be zero, my spirit be my own cradle (S) And its imperative that we rise together and carry this (Q) Youngin' with introspection but oldie without label (S) Urban decay, urban decadence is my vendetta (Q) Finding out who I am and how I can be most able (S) Write on napkins forever like i hope that times get better (Q) Peeking for lion’s pride and dip it out with a ladle

(Qil Rogers, Verse 1) I’m dream schemin’ / beamin' like the moonlight is soluble, Look at me, look at me, shiny valuable I got glo, got edge like follicles Check my chest though, is it really volatile? That’s a yes, no, watch me on some Hublot All a clock know is I be at it two-four, Seven, two-fold like eleven, ya put me in the mix and match my moves like we steppin' The way we beckon, I reckon, is just another progression Along a record we wreckin’ and spinning into expression Check it if you ain’t checkin, flex it if you ain’t flexin' Tomorrow be the reverend you never knew was a second Better believe we livin', find the relief in tryin’, Hope that we never weepin' and if we do then we cryin’ In the name of love and towards another horizon Feelin' way up, yeah that’s the way that we vibin’ So, give, thanks, give, thanks, We all know the words wise folk ain’t, so Give, thanks, give, thanks Now bring it back yaw, don’t tell me you can’t (Steling Duns, Interrupt) Tell me you cant, tell me you bout ready for change, haters cant taint, my joy, oh boy, I'm in my lane (Qil Rogers, Interrupt) We get it live like a drummer No simmer we overcomers We in it, we over under We everywhere for the come up (Sterling Duns, Verse Two) Loving it, loving life to the core And all that I adore, from the sky to shore I have no idea whats coming the good times are running and I just think its funny that the futures up to something no idea of what it is or what it entails without fail, I embrace it all smile and say well My arms open, mind’s calm feet steady my dreams are never heavy theres a fire in my belly, and I’m ready with a song in my heart what can tear us apart loving hands from the start music, thats my art of choice gives me voice, gives my levity lighter than a feather be the joys feel heavenly, so heavenly Hardwork is my mission and my motivation more love means one thing less hating so no debating, rise up get the waking wise up anticpating the good vibes won’t be fading Qilo, whats the dealio been a minute lets give em somethin', make sure people really fill it, lets give em something that keep all the people in the building Putting people first, from the first and last word grab the words let em be heard (Noelle Mercer, Chorus) I’m ready Arms open, minds calm, feet steady, Singing my sound, I wear my voice like a crown Knowing that my future relies On something, that’s got me in its grasp Turned to see those loving hands that came as no surprise I see proud faces in my mind Your smiles begin to climb and you’ll feel Lighter than a feather

(Sterling Duns, Verse One) The air is different somethings shifted Something has lifted Im finding it hard to stay grounded In all of these feeling The faces in familiar places have gracefully gave their graces I try to be grateful I'm Finding this painful sifting Thru memories Hope they remember D Heard that the heart is home and I'm hoping to get some sleep Hoping to get some peace need to learn what we teach Food for the soul, heaven knows I'm tryna eat (Qil Rogers, Verse Two) Home do you remember me, I know it's been a minute three I been on my way hoping to try and bring ya memories Moments from the centerpiece and omens that disintegrate Upon every return, like you never went cemetery A palace in my inner tree, imbalanced by periphery, look you in the eyes and know that there was something there to see But now, there's nothing really here for me And I don't know if you have changed or if I lost my kindling (Sterling Duns, Verse Three) I hold steady then colds heavy I'm so ready theres so many roads, choices i know many Waking up and try to make up for lost time is it worth more than tryna live in the right now All in the placements Marathons all about pacing theres no going back, re-steps or retracing Look ahead greener pastures in cerebral museums day dreaming about days my team is rested in freedom (Qil Rogers, Verse Four) It's probably me, But possibly, I'm losing time And all its ology That bothers me No need for coddling I know your soul It's all that I could be We growing old Beyond what we can see But if we hold, all of these memories Then we’d be free, releasing me Succeeding you is a deeper peace (Samara Bradley, Bridge) Homes with hearts that burn like stars Hold us tight like open arms Counting down these sunny days But there’ll be more so I’m not afraid One way or another that House will come down but Some way or some other Build it up from the ground This laughter is peculiar But not so not familiar (Samara Bradley, Noelle Mercer, Rick Banks) Houses built with love last longer and The families in them struggle harder then Love will heal you, build you up again Hearts grow stronger when Houses built with love last longer and The families in them struggle harder then Love will heal you, build you up again (Sterling Duns and Qil, Unison Break) Packing up and shipping out Living long and laughing loud Seeing faces in the crowds See the mirror feeling proud Wow I know we gotta do it now and Search the world and now its found Cause Its in me (Samara Bradley, Noelle Mercer, Rick Banks) Home can heal you, build you up again Here’s to all the sunny days (Qil Rogers, Spoken Word Poem) These steps cascade the way mountains hoist themselves up from earth, dirt and stone gathering on our soles like family going far too long to a point of not knowing but sensing the presence of a loved one. Which of us has not missed that which might have never existed, that which might have breathed life into the other side of a door? The dust on these floors doesn't make the footprints less real, though wood covered in grays forbids the luster that once gave this home a name. What it was once called was a way for me to remember all that gets taken by the hungry hands of time, time, lurching towards us and from us as if all that ever was rests inside our chests.