Exclusive: Ardamus ft. Keyote and Peace Justice – The District

26Jul07

Flick jacked from flickr. Photo by Lindsey Astin

Ardamus ft. Keyote and Peace Justice Universal (DJ Eurok)

Ardamus did the beat. My and Ardamus’ lyrics after the jump…

The District

Ardamus:

When I got to DC, I said see me, please….

I need vodka, plus a shrink

Where the chicks love to open minds, but yet close their legs and yell touch the pink

White kids in Adams Morgan will have you snortin’

with much to drink

Its recession, with depression

grip reality as you clutch and shrink

As I’m tired of the bums and I’m tired of the train

as you’re tired of the sun like you’re tired of the rain

My life is getting shorter, with these buildings getting taller

The means I live by feel like they’re getting smaller

as my heart then hardens

never went to the gardens

always feel broke but yet I kick it with some ballers

everybody hustlin’

and everybody’s strugglin’

but nobody chuckles

when our stomachs start to grumble

working so hard does so little for fulfill ya’

you’re hoping chocolate city don’t turn to vanilla (shiiiiiiieeeeeet)

you’sa nigga is what the they say listen

some of them how face to hide the racism

money for the stadium and none for the schools

its the art of war bucks from the sun to the tzu

so…..yeah, I moved here of course, I’m glad still

I’m in DC straight out of Cashville

Chorus

The district…the the the the district
No I won’t miss it.

As soon as I leave I’m gonna miss it

Keyote:

Spill in the Choclate City cavity

Sugar sweet savagery

Blood, beats, & batteries record the tragedy

Sadder-days sinners of latter days, sip depravity,

While AIDS rates stands on the head and shoulders of gravity

Tempers humidified; but thoughts get bitter chilled,

glass menageries keep the ceilings in place

Less tinted percentage gentrification is billed as

‘Revitalization’ of both air and space

Decidedly divided decadence dimly disappears behind dark deeds discrete

Corners crowded with cluttered consciousness convoluted communities of constipated cracked concrete
Professional players in skilled in street wizardry pull j’s, slap shots,

bustin Caps in leagues without justice

Patrol stated avenues to score points for teams

as if they not the government control illegal substance.

The mayor of washing-tones scrub dirty profits clean

Playin’ Ben on the banks of the Potomac

The talented are often born here,

Raised here,

Roam here,

but when asked about it, they quickly disown it.

Nightmares are built taking the unholy sacrament

Keyote stole the gospel in the city of Feds

When unfed scrum for crumbs disciples give thanks

For the blood of black men, paired with daily bread.

Chorus

The district…the the the the district
No I won’t miss it.

As soon as I leave I’m gonna miss it

Peace Justice Universal:

This is DC part 3 – Watching Them Deceive
It don’t seem the same to me
And thats from me, P – a displaced Salvadoran from Connecticut
No I don’t mean Northwest – but the north east
Where my parents raised me
Decisions made about war and family
and this is plan B
so you see how my mindstate relate to the youth held within the sway of the beltway
dirty diamond district
cops are sadistic – picking on the misfits
Go-Go kids, gang kids, goth kids, gay kids
punk kids, skate kids – born out of the hatred
Police State surveillance, total information awareness
money is spent on preparedness
versus war with imaginary nemesis
boogieman arch rival – I will be your Stokely Carmichael
firebomb the Ellington just to watch it rise again
until then, I spar with a golden pen
praise Shiva, it’s just a matter of when