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The Fourth Wall w/ Lydia Liza (Katrah​-​Quey Remix)

from A Love Song, A Death Rattle, A Battle Cry by Guante

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The day breaks through my third floor window, hard
A cell phone alarm in every shard
of sunlight, creepin’ through the cracks in my consciousness
A dream slips away, and I’m awake, like “damn”
Ain’t no snooze button for these birds
or the sense that sleep is something to be earned
Don’t forget that; a billion other people tryin’ to rise too
Stumble out of bed, the Pharcyde’s in my iTunes
Orange juice for breakfast
Grab my rhymebook, full of meeting notes and checklists
Maybe today I’ll have time to write a new song
if I freestyle my life, it’s like that
Sixteen bars into a bottle I can’t move on
Waitin’ for the waves to write back
and I can’t remember my dreams now, it’s be crazy to follow
They say “seize the day” …maybe tomorrow

Wake up in the morning sayin’ “break a leg”
because you know all the world is a stage
But if you could tear down the fourth wall
and talk to the audience, tell me what would you say?

Gotta pay these bills, still wonderin’ what my best option is
Drownin’ in a stream of class consciousness
So much respect to the janitors, props to the drivers
Peace to the teachers and survivors
of nine-to-five shellshock, combat fatigue
Overworked, underpaid, underclass battling
the evil not so much scary as monotonous
Every day an anticlimax, underwhelming apocalypse
We keep on spinnin’ and spinnin’ fully intendin’
to grip on to every minute and live it up to it’s limits
From beginnin’ to endin’ we get to livin’ and sinnin’
and slippin’ back into the grip of these material wishes
It got me wishin’ I could stop, and grab a hold
I ain’t trying to wake up tomorrow and be old
And I ain’t lazy, I like workin’
But they say “seize the day,” and I’m a night person

Wake up in the morning sayin’ “break a leg”
because you know all the world is a stage
But if you could tear down the fourth wall
and talk to the audience, tell me what would you say?

Sittin’ in the frame of the big picture
lookin’ out at every step I took in the story
I’ll seize the day with both hands finally,
knuckles bleedin’ freedom: good morning

Feet are calloused from the run
Looking back on what I was
I can feel how far I’ve come
I can feel that I’m not done

And still I can’t find the place where I woke up
Too busy feedin’ the cycle of seasons
breathin’ the poison that slowly chokes us
Cog in a machine and I’m fallin’ into a dream
And we’re drownin’ in our unconscious but I ain’t callin’ it sleep
My insomnia is hard-fought
‘cause I know the sooner I fall asleep,
sooner I’ll hear alarm clocks
Make ‘em all stop, whisper melodies of “no chance”
Watch the gladiators melt into a slow dance
And pain is tellin’ me to hold back
but I’ve seen too many faces in the night
spillin’ from the smokestacks
The time-clock is a time-bomb tickin’
we’re livin’ until we’re flipped inside a prison or a pine box
Why not? Smiling reflections in razor blades
but they won’t let me die; I ain’t got enough vacation days
says the manager, guilty, to the gallows with ‘em all
and I’m the janitor strugglin’ scrubbin’ shadows off the walls

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from A Love Song, A Death Rattle, A Battle Cry, released January 1, 2015

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