"Mount Pleasant" genre: Shout Outs
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	This is a fun but serious song about reflective observations I wrote while riding the #2 bus in Calgary. On the bus I noticed many things including depressed-looking passengers. Through this, my thoughts are why people cannot see the miracle of life itself and realize how lucky we are. If you don't get hype off of this jam, call a hearse!
	CD: Conquest   Label: Indie Credits: A. Hicks, T. Robinson
	Lyrics Past Chinatown, Rosedale Cleaners, I'm a daydreamer. Sittin' back, reflecting, surrounded by people yet in solitude. Clued into my inner self. I have a peace not bought by wealth. Sunrise, midday or sunset. Hot, cold or wet. God's mighty brush paints the planet. Clouds streak across the sky while busy people bustle by. Too concerned on their own state to appreciate the beauty of the landscape. Shaped. The miracle of human life. A baby's eyes glow with excitement. A couple cuddles, a man is pondering his troubles. Not even a stubble of a beard on my chin. Still in my time roaming, I've been through many cycles. Some people I've seen are blazing flames, others icicles. On a warm summer's day suited for licking popsicles, I recall the melted juice messin' up my face. But still loving it all with the wonder seen only in a child's gaze. Raise up out of the grave. It's all a mind game but you don't have to be enslaved. Regain and rebuild. Yeah. CHORUS: It's like up and down the number 2 Killarney 17th Avenue Mount Pleasant. Its Mount Pleasant y'all. (x2) All different faces, some old and some young. Europeans, Africans and Asians from the land of the rising sun. Can't you see that we're all one people? The human race. One people with more than one face. The frustrated chase for meaning leads many to death. Robbing themselves of their own breath, or robbing someone else. Check my pulse when I'm dead, it may not be there, but that is not the measurement of life. My spirit lives on in all those who chose to invite and experience moments with me. Then I will enter the palace of the Almighty, the most supreme royalty. The One who understands infinity. We ain't stuck in this war with no infirmary. Don't try and worry me that I ain't up to par with Hollywood stars. Squares, chopped up my thoughts into sections, and I chose the ones that lead me to God's protection. Even if it does come with some rejection. It's like up and down (x3) And around and around CHORUS Monotonous tone, homogeneous drone, plottin' this route, trying to figure out when I'll get home. Ears blown from a walkman turned up a little too loud. Not at the back of the bus like segregation, no blacks allowed. Sometimes I'd prefer a car ride, but yo I spent all my cash on developing my musical sound. Skin browned, so sometimes no one sits beside me. So many faces frowned, you'd think their brother drowned. Many potential kings, waiting to be crowned. But coronation never comes- chained by habit. See an opportunity? Stretch yourself and grab it! Dagnabbit, you can't pull a rabbit out a hat without first trying and failing. Maybe you'll get a rat from the top. Start again, chop sloppiness. Like myself. I know I excel in nappiness, that's why I get haircuts. It doesn't really affect my happiness, but yo- it helps me stop looking my crappiest. (You don't say!) CHORUS

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