This was the first song Tony Button and I collaborated on after meeting and hanging out several times on and off SUNY Oswego's campus in 2010. He approached me with this piece and I went to work writing my first bit being a little offensive/protective referencing my craft and those who abuse it. He highlighted a downtrodden city and town in his writing and my verse was an attempt to highlight all of the artistic and creative aspects of these areas/cultures and to sort of defend against people who abuse these beautiful crafts and also to invite people to enjoy it. The idea overall is that I'd like to
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If you're gonna push our Buttons, chicken scratching petty notes,
the candy-artist suckers lick tramp stamps getting gross,
while my think tank ink bank addresses pushing envelopes,
you flail, crossed, nailed caught on a regretted quote,
you're empty boasts of heavy holsters, metal toting,
pathetic genetics get exposed along with your petticoats
while you skirt by your frail tale entails updated emperor's dressing codes,
you're content with no content riding the tails of any coat...
of paint-"brush your head and shoulders off",
flaky dandRuff-Riders fashion conscious rappers clothes endorsed,
docile posing dogs, indoctrinated in ignorance holding balls
like doctors told em cough,
but the smoldered cautious candles they hold and offer
to the gods of wind, I, demonstrative of bold embossed provocative
monstrous wit blow em off,
in a hurri-cane-sugar-rush that's fierce,
I Katrina crush my fears,
I paddle past the flooded piers amongst my peers
against the grain-cream of the crop, through tears (tiers)
and the mainstream to the top of my clear-view-ambitions,
its maddening missing my madame's grasp the academy snatched from me vicious
but the bullet's bitten with the nutritious
fruits of my cherry honesty chopping tree labor provisions,
this is written considering the kids with a sage's wisdom and a baby's interest,
Who wish to make a difference, and are indifferent to our differences,
If I'm to be another crimson squished brick affixed with symmetry
in this pitifully constructed structure in homage to anonymity,
Then I demand my dignity be blissfully fixed with intrigue infinitely
I want to be a dope segment in the globes favorite mosaic, all painted with no sanction.
My cry goes on to call the krylon gods, the clans of brave
Whose passion lay in cans of paint, demand and crave the aluminum
pattern clank you can relate to an agitated rattlesnake
preceding the whispering lisp splash of spraying, pigment cloud craft create,
aero-Saul Williams, Michael Cangelo mixed dream castle
Sistene Chapel out of bricks we grant soul,
And if the teacher that we have's a Big Apple
who granted us food for thought kit snacks,
subtracting syntax how to accurately aptly encrypt answers
with gratitude rewards towards pedagogy impact?
Well I confess to showing this mad
hood-winked cobra encroaching this path
to book-worm braille trails,
the perfect spoils of fertile soil,
sifting the slugs, slime and shells out of the snail mail,
while squirming churning upturning the underground's
storm cellar sanctuary, before the thunder's growl
I penned a poem plundered out of street signs strewn amongst the town,
Lets tour, and talk a couple hours and summon how you'll love the sound.
Left-field rapper, slam poet, singer/songwriter, and author Bruce Pandolfo from Long Island.
Creating to connect. Obsessively exploring and creating art as healing and growing.
Deeply vivid/introspective lyrics populate this ambitious folk rock project. The arrangements span from mellow/minimal to rocking and grandiose. Consistently emotive, unique and sincere. Brilliance. AllOne
Progressive yet punk, aggro yet emotional. One of my favorite bands from Long Island and doing everything they can to live up to their name, raising money for causes and making badass music, AllOne
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I have been listening to variations of this album a long time. I remember I was living in a cardboard dumpster when some young guy was like yo dude it's gonna rain come crash on my couch. He played The Many Faces of Oliver Hart for me. I fell in love, I set my favorite track as Rain because we looped it when the rain came. That was one of the early acts of kindness I received in the nearly 20 years I've been homeless. @NomadRoamsFree