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Friday in Los Angeles, CA...
Shot by Blue Collar and Jackamo Harvey
Edited by Blue Collar
Music produced by Jay Retro
Thanks to Nano Cabello for letting me film while working.

LYRICS:

I’m an oddball oddity on an odyssey and honestly
I’ve probably already seen more than I oughtta see
somebody out there oughtta be able to promise me there’s somethin out here worth strappin on these wallabees for before I’m Ghost –
like most a parasitic host wallowing -
potentially paralyzed from poisonous pride swallowing –
a pair of eyes looked in mine with a pair of lies -
the surface seems serene but inside’s where the peril lies –
my eyes gleam with the vibrant theme of this dying dream
the grass is green the air is clean with the fairest skies –
Gorillas in Paris - couldn’t get to Paris if I tried
I’m tryin to get to the grocery store this week before I die
how can I relate now? we’re so different you and I
or are we just unique like a pair of snowflakes up in the sky
precipitated – cold blooded n’ movin on the fly
part of a bigger picture - to form a blizzard and then we die

man how should I know – who the fuck am I –
the bottom line’s I’m just some guy who writes some shit when he gets high
who works the night shift for some tips who’s just hopin to get by -
who wonders where he comes from when he looks up at the sky –
are we alone in this bitch - I doubt it cuz I’m alive
at least that’s what I’m told - so I’ll believe it until I die
if for no other reason than I’m breathin right now when I spoke this line –
their heads spun like bicycle wheels when I spoke my mind
BUT NOTHING HAPPENED - God puts ya where you’re supposed to be
I found myself inside of a brown paper bag from the grocery
we gettin drunk in the back the dishwashers are toasting me
come on what’s wrong with that that’s how a gracious host is supposed to be what’s a 401k yo? what’s a portfolio?
I think it’s some kind of mexican snack my homie Ricardo told me so
I dreamt of seein my face in huge proportions upon a poster yo
rollin up in Rolls with grey poupon for all the normal folks

but not now – cuz shit ain’t fresh no more -
them scabs don’t grow back as fast on that flesh no more
you’ve failed every single thing that you’ve been tested for
even though you studied and then you swore you’d have the bestest score
now you’re wondering why’d I waste my time with that shit for
people were pullin you front to back - and back and forth –
they told to rock the boat n’ then they snatched the oars
they lookin out for somebody’s interest and it ain’t yours -
and that dime you had before who was the apple of your eye
has been divided into five different two cent whores –
you were never satisfied even when you were inside her
a violent vampire - incisors to the core
spittin out your seed into the soil planting more
haphazardly casually creatin casualties of war
bad seeds were planted - so bad fruit was bore
cuz you failed to see the orchard for the trees anymore so I’m out