Gentrification I: The Morning After the Night We Raped Death

by Street Sects

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1.	Bliss 01:38	lyrics	buy track
you want something to fuck you up you want something to fuck right now fascination I know moderation I don't your soul is free when your body dies but you’re still here, right now, with me hiding somewhere that she won’t go planted somewhere her seed won’t grow separation I know resignation I don't
2.	Fate On Her Knees 03:07	lyrics	buy track
you spun him around again and you tore him apart you did everything you could to ruin that child's heart i'll give you hell and love just take me back for fifteen years i watched us try they broke what i said couldn't be broken, jacob with a glass pen and a white stone i lied... but every kingdom has its king put the seat down when you're done, son a few years in county doesn't make you a man i want to hold you close and make your home a safe place again but i fucked it for both of us by just staying alive despite trading everything I had to be dead inside you nearly broke your back trying to lift yourself up out of your own filth, but it was worth it, just look at you now...your teeth are filed down sharp enough to tear the throats from every corner cunt who rolled over on you for the sake of their own worthless skin I may not have been there for you when you were young, but i'm here now and i'm going to back your play just say the word just point them out fuck standing in line to get stabbed in the back i'm not waiting around to go down again i've got fate on her knees, i've got death on a chain i've got more than a few more years in me

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THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT WE RAPED DEATH

our desire to live?
it was greater than that of the street roach perched upon her clit, feeding from the pinkish milk that trickled out from within her bludgeoned womb, immune to the rising heat as the sun crept across the faded blacktop, crept across the pale flesh that would never blister or blacken in our thoughts from that morning forward.
it was eternal.
far from a conquest, she was a contest, a race amongst our ranks to see which of us could be the first to forget how to die, to forget the burning hell of birth, the ache of infancy, the sour taste of our own spit after years of sucking the bliss from our mothers’ swollen tits, to forget the sting of our fathers’ belts across the flesh of our naked asses, to forget the swing, the crack, and the stab of the patrol pig’s fake black dick along our lower backs as we humped walls in broad daylight during the afternoon rousts, to forget the dreams we never allowed ourselves to have and the nightmares we gave to people softer, cleaner, and more civilized than us, to forget the sound our blood made when it rushed from our hearts to our heads like water boiling over in an effort to help our ears recover from the explosion of the gavel and our minds to make sense of the news that we were going away for life, that we were going away for Death.
we wanted to see which of us could be the first to forget, if only for one night, that we were grounded, that we were faceless, that we were locals on our way to becoming exiles.
I finished last, to no one’s surprise, but I consoled myself with the knowledge that because I was last, her smell would linger on my skin just a little bit longer than it would everyone else’s.
there was no consolation, however, for the knowledge that now that we had ruined her, there would be no more surprises, no more excitement, no more thrills or discoveries to look forward to, and now that she had tasted us, she would never stop looking for us.
I believe I speak for all of us when I say:
I am not a monster.
I am not a virus.
I am not a gangster.
I am not trash that you can just throw away.
I am my mother’s bird and I have taught myself how to fly.
we’ll decide for ourselves where the pavement ends and the sky begins.
whether you see us or not, we are here, buried somewhere your seed won’t grow.
whether you accept us or not, we are here, hiding someplace where She won’t go.
whether you want us or not,
we live.

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released February 22, 2014

Part one of five in "GENTRIFICATION: A SERIAL ALBUM"

Artwork conceptualized by Leo Ashline,
illustrated by A.J. Garcés Böhmer

Written, recorded, and produced by Street Sects

Mastered by James Plotkin

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