“The Source” featuring Ibrahima Faye (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly, I. Faye) Intro (Ibrahima Faye) Ndox mooy man (Water is me) Ndox mooy yow (Water is you) Mooy li saxal dund gi (It is the root of life) Ci kaw suf (On this Earth) Ndox mooy man (Water is me) Ndox mooy yow (Water is you) Mooy li saxal dund gi (It is the root of life) Ci kaw suf (On this Earth) Ndox monu taxa wax (It gives us speech) Ndox monu taxa dox (It gives us strength) There are those who need water They wake up with the sun to walk miles and miles in the hot African sun Baawnaan, danuy baawnaan (We pray for water) Ngo xii ngox (Amen) Now is the time, now is time to stand up Now is the time to call for the rain Let the trees grow, the grass rise Baawnaan , danuy baawnaan (We pray for water) Ngo xii ngox (Amen) Verse It all started on the river Before black folks were called… Damn, that’s a long time ago Well that terms more recent Than you may imagine The Niger, Congo, Nile made it happen The sources of civil livin’ Men and women Existing All in accordance to the rhythm Their spirits must be livid From all the monkey business Ridiculous depicted F**k D.W. Griffith Black woman is the source of the birthing of nations F**k what you heard Peep the girth of my statements Thick! Well aware the connotations of it Its time to go in Ain’t no masturbation with it ‘Cuz you’re gonna need assistance To feel what we’re coming with Thick! Like African lips, African hips Outsiders still- They infatuated by it Sen- sational spit Saturate mental fabrics We the architects How we get labeled as savage? Throughout history Of course we’ve been bred, born naked Bought, sold, kept separate Burnt, drowned, dissected Whipped, lynched, infected Labored, met with discredit Now these labels pay us for diss records But its deeper than- Talkin’ bout the things we’ve been victim off It’s complex, like that clear liquid that’s in my cup Chorus: They wanna know where it’s coming from You already where it’s coming They wanna know where we coming You already where we coming from They wanna know where it’s coming from You already where it’s coming They wanna know where we coming You already where we coming from Outro (Ibrahima Faye) L’eau C’est moi (Water is me) L’eau C’est toi (Water is you) L’eau C’est la vie (Water is life) L’eau C’est l’humanite (Water is humanity) La agua es yo (Water is me) La agua es tu (Water is you) La agua es la vida (Water is life) La agua es la humanidad (Water is humanity)

“Photosynthesis” (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly) You know its Dre, Y?Arcka Take aim like archers On point, s**t proper Number one hip-hoppers On a quest to spit knowledge Same time get dollars Take the tip out your ear Now you’re listening clear You’re vision’s impaired Dawg you need to see what I see Peep what I peep Walk how I walk Creep how I creep Its takes special level of tender loving care To prepare All the beautiful thing we make you hear Yea-ah! Please believe that we in here! Tryna snatch a belly full Still keep it sincere Brothers buss nuts, shed blood, drip tears Without that life fluid, all yall prone to disappear Water rap flow, yea you know Most essential Gotchya head bobbing of Arck instrumentals Vicious down pours, street wars tryna drench you (But) life preservation done soaked up my mentals The pure, unadulterated Minus pollutants Untapped- Spillin’ on drum tracks Refined contribution From a free spirit Never claimed to kick deep lyrics Just words from the heart I’m submerged in the art All alone In my zone Globe traveling Aspiring for higher in a world unraveling Replenishing the rap scene Nothing but a dream plus a canteen Fluid rhyme schemes never lack steam Spittin’ hogwash? (Haha) How silly does that seem? Blame the Foundashawn He’s the one provided me A solid base sonically for microphone geology Hoping you can rock with me Rhythmic anthropology Many tryna bottle the- Intellectual property This is my philosophy Spill it no apology Made the sacrifice Yeah I kill it, you should honor me You can see the God in me Still it’s no theology (‘Cuz I’m) Quick to say f**k that shit Rappers is not f**kin’ with it Yall cats is not f**kin’ with it Rappers not f**kin’ with it Only classical I spit Dawg you not f**kin’ with it Only vaginal I hit No homophobe ‘Cuz you know hatred controls the globe And we gotta drown all that To make way for growth Real simple shit Breakin’ down photosynthesis It’s a mixture which- Comprise all existence, think! Yall ever second guest the food we eat? Or the clothes we wear? Nothing can compare to the air we breath Yall gotta know the Sun is where it all begun ‘Cuz you can put a gun in the hand of everyone ‘Round the globe Blow, blow ‘til every cow come home Still no way to compete To the way he blaze heat In the leaf Is where carbon and oxygen meet Glucose sugar sweet makes the cipher complete Well, almost Then you gotta factor in a large dose Of water ‘Cuz without this, you’s a goner This the recipe go and flourish get your green up Above all, turn this CD up (Yep) This the recipe go and flourish get your green up Above all, turn this CD up (Yep)

“Sustenance” (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly) Verse 1 Cheers to you The listener, for perusing through This integral entry Essential musical- profound s**t to poop- a- scoop This for my people getting beat down and abused From B-More up to G-Town Avenue We need more So we scheme for avenues To make killings, stash winnings and to act a fool Nocturnal moves Take a snooze in the afternoon Do the same thing Gotta do what you gotta do Gone a foreign but we never ever left the roots And never do what these weak rap singers do Black thought process Mind state of ghetto youth Is getting’ loot, eatin’ well, never dwell destitute Chorus Who you know that don’t need food fi eat? Yeah my wife and my momma need food fi eat D. Brown, Y?Arcka need food fi eat That’s the way we justify what we do on beats Yo who you know that don’t need food fi eat? Femstar, Dalmar need food fi eat Lil’ Z and Henry need food fi eat That’s the way we justify what we do on beats (We gotta get it) It’s a blessing The way I force-feed you life lessons In a mic sesson In these times of recession You expected cut backs But we yellin’ “F**k that”! Where the guns at? Mother F**ker, where the drugs at? It’s ridiculous Mr. Officer, you’re so inquisitive Bunch of f**kin’’ animals He wonder how we live like this Steeped in madness Porch monkeys cheefin’ grasses Sand in hour glasses- slip away tease the anxious Salivating on big thoughts In the search for sustenance Basics Food, Water, Nourishment Dealing in traps React- Violently snap Abandoned offspring chasing skins slow to adapt To the ways of the beast Blood thirsty, most savage Pigs cry wolf, get wrapped in blankets It’s tragic When you’re tryna maintain in the food chain Only the strongest remain Chorus Yo take your hat off Wash your hands, It’s dinner time In my apron Slaving, serving, dishing rhymes Full of protein Healthy 16’s, antioxidants If it makes green please believe rappers jockin’ it I- Balance positions like a dietician while I’m spitting Materialism Switch it with self-wisdom They think the beat sickening ‘Course they gon’ dig in Facts on the back you can peep the nutrition It’s a tradition Ode to the old school Never looking back though- They call it fresh produce Soul food For the mind- minus swine ‘Cuz its time We left those shackles behind But it’s hard When the hunger pains are inherent Seen so many starve Dawg we gotta have it Big dough status A piece of the pie, bread, cake Yo, you chose the batter It don’t matter Long as we got a platter Sustenance Never mind all the suffering Sustenance Never mind all the suffering Essentials of living, man. That’s what we’re going for, man. F**k the bulls**t. Chorus

“Sweat” featuring Dim Dayz & Femstar (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly, F. Olatunji) Chorus Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Verse 1 You know it’s Dre, Y?Arcka take aim like archers On point shit proper It only get hotter Palms moist Indicative of the boil point Fire from my ballpoint Kills pollutants, my voice Cleanse the bullshit That these lames pumped up in the music Makes maneuvers with little effort While you moving reckless Nothing but a technique sweater DJ on the Technics, spin the record While I knock out the box when the king come check it Make a freak weak sprint to her hairdresser European standards they make you feel lesser But don’t fret ‘cuz w all dealing with the pressure The trick is to always stay fresher ‘Cuz you know that mu’phukaz always gon’ test ya But- you can never be complacent Scared to say shit One 3/5 in their documents And now Barack is on top of shit Chorus Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat In the studio Pen, pad, open page Plus a tall glass just to take my thirst away Ironic I’m ‘posed to set shit ablaze Fire in my heart tryna match what I say Center stage, my thoughts go on display Curtains they raise, spotlight, entertain This the moment Mic in my hand, yes I own Please don’t oppose it You gonna forfeit dawg Vivid music Spill drippin’ coolness Perspire desire ‘cuz I really do this But the trick is to keep suspense Cuz I’m on point Never will you see me sweat In my zone your whole team get stretched With finesse Making power moves Never shedding beads for less Damn! All the scrimmage playin’ Sittin’ waitin’ Beating buzzers winning the gaming is how we aiming Afterwhich we get the Gatorade bath But don’t sweat that What’s life without making a splash Making it last Endurance Hunger The passion for mo’ The true test of a champion fo’ sho’ Chorus Verse 3 (Femstar) Never too cool to sweat but I'm too cool to sweat it The sweat is automatically kinetically poetic The visual aesthetic is the working man's credit With your whole face back and the chest all wetted When sweat is flowing good then work is getting better and better and you can bet it's past the point where we can let up That's the set-up how we set it up the style how it's threaded The fashion of the passion we rockin’, it's how we get it The whole overstanding it started with a blueprint Ringin’ up the Young Architect for his two cents, Shit it's more like 2 bil the bol's beats is too ill It's how I catch the sickness with the quickness Real deal business. co-signed with a mic check once, check twice see that it's boomin in the left right speakers just so when it's streaming through my soul and it's coursing through my muscles all outta control I can channel it and transmit it with no edit The locals go loco over vocalist dynamics The sweat is automatically kinetically poetic Never too cool to sweat but I'm too cool to sweat it.

“High Tide” (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly) Verse 1 When Arcka proceed with the rap beat I exercise my right like seasoned athletes To come correct Magnify the reach of spoken rap speech My flow a threat Like the water on a boat that sprang leaks So hold your breath Be sure to pace ya’self, the s**t get mad deep It’s Crazy! Once music stole my heart she made it hard for us ‘Cuz she say she love me But it’s hard to stay monogamous Hangin’ out with dummies late at night They all be tryna f**k Women I’m so true to you Tryna see you prosperous It’s obvious! That rappers nowadays they lack the competence To keep it fresh And still address the issues they condiments My confidence! Comes from kickin’ written like a novelist Always provocative when I be processing my documents Dawg your eyes are shut! Expand your vision like binoculars My records prosperous And undisputed like stenographers When engaging the populous I maintain the way a prophet does Hold on tight And wait for yall to wise(n) up Chorus I see you watchin’ Lookin’ teary eyed Rap is washed up They said the s**t died But when we hit the stage The music come alive You can feel the rush They call it High Tide! (Repeat) Verse 2 Creep with me Beneath the leagues Depths, deepest seas Past the crevices where cowards be scared to breath This H.I.P.H.O.P. How I Play High Octane Poetry You might capsize thinkin’ they can flow with me Old school tactics on a rhythm like a rotary Twisted tone patterns touchin’ numerals you hope to see The vivid potency Got ‘em squinting –Can’t believe How we cook it in the stu You can sniff the popery Mr. Phillysophical Got the youngsters quotin’ me Onto bigger locales- link with homies overseas S**t is on now Monumental schemes Architecture (Arckatecture) Jersey’s finest got me layin’ down hard lectures To bless ya For many moons yall been waitin’ Groundbreakin’ INDI and the Foundashawn High level styles yall can never down play it Your best bet is to recline and replay it Chorus Verse 3 I’m goin’ in Harpoon submarine status Guillotine chop, quick to quarantine rappers Wallowing in wackness Never been the bull Only spit that real shit The genuine manure Yes I said before The flow plenty raw Sewage type fluid it be sweating out my pores When I release bullshit cease I rock steady No B-Boy, s**t is poppin’ like levees I’m current Dawg you know the mind state’s heavy I’m current Dawg you know the mind state’s heavy Chorus

“Reign Delay” (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly) Verse 1 I don’t mean to be a bubble busser A sunlight snatcher A rain tarp slinger Or bring harm to ya Just came to drop a line You know brainstorm When others try to call it off you gotta play ball Here’s an example Just look what I did I built a roster My whole team slid I had a choice, I could of shot the shit and sat around But I chose different man- Myself I had to rally round More than a couple hits Its time to bat around And now I got the illest pitcher standing on the mound Fresh up out the dug out Never blew a save A lot of players get bugged out when it’s time to win the game ‘Cuz it’s bigger than the business Of match-ups, statistics The talent you’re given, if passion is missing A mere pastime Well, that’s what this isn’t Had to go extra innings Just to see what it was hittin’ for ‘Cuz desire never shows up in the box score But it separates an error from a double play Infield hit, could’ve stopped half way The hard luck player, from the hall-of-famer It should make you sleep thinking how to step your game up If not, then you probably took the easy way out And you not gonna reach the spot you dreaming about And I’m not gonna stop til’ you readin’ about All the championship rings that I keep at my house But you wouldn’t know about that dawg. Let me try to explain… Chorus Matic young Dre dawg Artist of rap Sound foundation Arcka be that When we drop skill, spill, water the track Growthi n the music, resurgence is back With no delay we continue to reign Seasons they change, realness will remain With no delay we continue to reign Seasons they change, realness will remain With no delay we continue to reign Seasons they change, realness will remain Verse 2 They wanna know will I manage Dawg, ain’t no reason to doubt Still rep my farm team during seasons of drought This is business Reason why I keep it so refreshed My flow so refreshed Taking bolder steps On the base path Moving according to signs Not out of bounds, its fair down the line To say my hustle brought us back from behind Put ‘em on with the single The squad know I- Come with real black images The R.B.I.’s Driven home my position Now forced to conclude To win- Play like there’s nothing to lose cuz- Worst comes to worst End of the day They never showed up?... Worst thing you can say about a teammate In any arena Certain principles are given I guess some just didn’t get it As a closer I’ll leave you with a word about composer Don’t anticipate defeat Believe it’s over when it’s over So let the games behind Check for me in October Chorus

“Oasis” featuring Queenie (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly) Verse1-Commentary (Queenie) In Ethiopia, a country with a population of 85 million, there are nearly 50 million people that lack access to safe drinking water. With inadequate sanitation and purification systems, people are forced to resort to using contaminated water from remote streams, rivers and wells. The collection of this water is a daunting task in itself, often requiring individuals to walk hours to secure water. This responsibility is often delegated to women and children. Verse 1 I sacrificed my childhood to do it In search of you I walk barefooted Over distant lands Bucket in my hands Lackin’ fluid to sustain me Replenish my life See what I came across is tainted Oh yes it trife Our lips long for you Liquefied utopia We cry for you in Ethiopia Resilient to the end ‘Cuz rebellion’s in the souls of us Give all I own if just to soak in ya- Exfoliate the waste Desperate livin’ motivates Our synergy will procreate And then the flow rejuvenates my whole body- Transcending into realms of unseen You redefine the meaning of having wet dreams… When I awaken I find myself in school Engaged in activities a normal child would do An answer to my prayers? So long I felt forsaken- Mirage? Or is it really an oasis? …I feel so confused Verse 2- Commentary (Queenie) The Gibe III Dam, which is being built on the Omo River, supplies 80 percent of the water in Lake Turkana on the Kenya-Ethiopia border. Now on the verge of being completed, the dam threatens the livelihoods of hundreds of thousands of Kenyans that rely on Lake Turkana for fishing and irrigation. To date, the construction of massive dams has displaced more than 2 million people worldwide. Now forced to relocate to recreate their lives, a father must explain to his son why they must leave the only home he’s ever known. Verse 2 I can’t believe what was said What I asked What he told me I said, “Why must we leave? Why to Nairobi?” “Son rest assured As the day is long We will endure We will stay strong God is supreme Ruler of creation Man is a fool Blind to limitations Careless the few Who knowingly defile The lake, the water And all that it provides In the face of brutality our people have survived And we will continue to survive Son walk tall”- And that was all Then his voice dissolved Echoed soft in my ears as we all marched on I was in awe Baffled by his brave resolve How can he stay calm in a world so wrong? Piece of mind was provided A break of frustration Dealing with displacement Seeking an oasis …what else can we do? Verse 3-Commentary (Queenie) During a conversation with an acquaintance, recording artist Drematic, discusses his outlook on the global implications of the struggle for clean water and his motivation for the forthcoming album entitled “Water”. Verse 3 Ok, we talk that water water Think it’s time to go in directly To ensure that the audience gets me H2O, the magic mixture Fixture in all things earthly Who should go thirsty? Easy enough Ok, let’s give ‘em all bottles Corruption with a twist Human rights get toppled ‘Cuz what’s the sense in helping others clean and sustain it? You profit when you claim it and drain it (I’m so confused!!) Wrestling with natural commodities Turning into property Polluted foreign policies, proliferating poverty The third world’s tapped out Arid economically Squeezed to the last drop, Robbed of their sovereignty A watershed statement? It’s kinda heavy ain’t it? When global scale issues get sized up and weighed in But these are the stories Despicable trends That only our actions can bring to an end But I still believe Together we can change it We owe it to ourselves to create an oasis …what path will you choose, what you gonna do?

“Wishing Well” featuring Aquil & Ibrahima Faye (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly, A. Foster, I. Faye) Intro (Ibrahima Faye) So deme ci albi (In the countryside) Nit naangi dox lu sori (People walk for miles) Ngin mene root ci teen bi (Before they reach the well) Kep ku nek (Every one of us) Sa waru gar may nga benup teen (Must dig a well) Ba sa nja boot dica naan (For family) Ba sa waa gox dica naan (For neighbors) Ba sa waa reer dica naan (For country) Life Life is a jar of water Do have a drink and pass it over Lets take care of the Earth and pass it on to future generations Dund bi potu ndaala (Life is a drinking jar) So naane joxal samorom munaan (Let's pass it around) Dund bi potu ndaala (Life is a drinking jar) So naane joxal samorom munaan (Let's pass it around) Ndox mo waral Ndox mo menel (Water is the root) Sunu nekkiu ci kaw suuf (Of our being on earth) Verse 1 This the type of groove Make you wish upon a star While chillin’ in the car With the doors ajar Gotta spit it in a bar Just to refresh the feeling Moonlight crescent Breath of the evening was brisk My queen she gave me a (kiss) Softly on the cheek Then gently on the lips I dipped Making a move for solitude Calm scenery Still waters in my view Dug up in my pocket Clutched it, dropped it Unclenched my fist as I opened my eyelids I wished We didn’t embrace ignorance That we could live life fully and make a switch That Mandela didn’t have to sit for 27 To show we need patience If we seek redemption Garvey did his thing Never got sabotaged And that we didn’t think black love was mirage The youth knew that gun clapping and Drug trafficking, doesn’t have to be the route for young Africans I wished That the radio would play this Showing we can stand tall And still makes hits (You what would that look like?) Chorus Yo it be like Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime Yo it be like Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime Yo it be like Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime Pennies and Quarters Hopes and dreams Floating in the… Yo it be like Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime Yo it be like Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime Yo it be like Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime Pennies and Quarters Hopes and dreams Floating in the… Water Verse 2 (Aquil) Am I awake or lucid it’s no mistake coincidences life and dreaming shaping every thought and movement seeking much improvement I recollect of ideals willing my feelings into something that’s real as time stands still my old wounds heal, my cancer is diminished AIDS rates zero percentage Malaria’s upended famine and greed defeated economic elite, don’t pull the strings of global monopoly erasing poverty nobody state property, jail and prison rehab criminals that’s made by the nations part is minimal I reach back, reclaiming our greatness refusing using drugs avoid living praying sedated frustrated, won’t grab guns cause no one owns one unafraid to show love cause plenty people showed them realize connections or the oneness with God Allah the most high reflecting wishes swell throwing nickels in the well Verse 3 Yo just gimme couple minutes ‘Cuz I’m runnin’ outta time Nickels all gone Runnin; outta dimes It’ll be all fine Once they sink to the bottom Flaws of the world Wish that water could dissolve ‘em I wish that people said what they meant Meant what they said You had a clean heart You could still get ahead Every mouth was fed Every shed tear dried Every shoe had wings We could all touch the sky The insecure were reassured Diseases were cured That understanding was the key to all doors Marginal living wasn’t romanticized We made moves-Said less That we pantomimed Not instantly gratified Same time denied But after counting our blessings We would be satisfied Wish my mother and her mother Had another summer To bask in the warmth that they shared for one another That laughter would linger Good times would last And having it all wasn’t too much to ask (Man!) Chorus

“Flood Damage” (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly) (Speaking while shuffling through audio cassette tapes) I know it’s here somewhere. I know I’m not crazy, man. I- this was here the whole time. Alright. I think this is it. Yeah…this is it. …Cool. (Dusts off tape. Inserts tape into tape player and presses play. ) Woman Talking: My child, you may not understand these words that I’m reading to you…(tape fast forwards) understand as you get older. …(tape fast forwards) John 4:7-14 …Woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” …(tape fast forwards) “If you knew the gift God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.” …(tape fast forwards) Where can you get this living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well? …(tape fast forwards) But whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (tape player stops) Chorus I flow like water on your tape recorder Style out of order fo sho’ You can just peep my aura I’m causin’ flood damage I wonder can you manage I’m on a warpath Can you feel my wrath? I flow like water on your tape recorder Malfunction out of order You can just see my aura I can flow or crash It doesn’t matter Who or whatever is in my path I will get the last laugh (ha!) Verse 1 (Let me explain what I’m see to you, man) Yo you ever had a bad dream that looked like a scary movie? And felt so real that you believed truly? Flooded with nonsense my subconscious Is what I tell my self Even though I can’t stop it Reoccurring themes, dark scenes, devastation Ever lose your mind? Bet you’ll find desperation There I am Standing on the land my Grand built up with his bare minds I recall Or so I thought Damn I lost drowning in my thoughts Well, I just can’t accept it This is not New Orleans I’m just waiting for the morning to come… But I feel like I’m not the only one Chorus I flow like liquid My sh… wicked Fo sho I will make you sick kid Perspiration, condensation, precipitation For short Just call me water I flow like water on your tape recorder Style out of order fo sho’ You can just peep my aura I’m causin’ flood damage I wonder can you manage I’m on a warpath Can you feel my wrath? Verse 2 Can you imagine walking down Delery in a daze? Amazed, that you decided to stay Knowing that you never had a choice anyway And after this day things will never be the same Grandmama sayin’ grab the Bible let us pray Her voice was drowned out by the winds and the rain Can’t help thinkin’ God ain’t listenin’ If so, then sh… would’ve been different Prayer ain’t gon’ fix this But she insisted I bowed my head knowing exactly why she did it All her life, she been singin’ “Wade in the Water” In a way, she’s always been scared of the water In a place where you truly can’t escape from the water Life as we knew it gave way to the water Clothes soaking wet Explosions nearly scared us to death I guess that means we still alive I just ain’t wake up yet Chorus I flow like water on your tape recorder Style out of order fo sho’ You can just peep my aura I’m causin’ flood damage I wonder can you manage I’m on a warpath Can you feel my wrath? I flow like liquid My sh… wicked Fo sho’ I will make you sick kid Perspiration, condensation, precipitation For short Just call me water I flow like water on your tape recorder Malfunction out of order You can just see my aura I can flow or crash It doesn’t matter Who or whatever is in my path I will get the last laugh (ha!) Verse 3 First on the scene Loud screams when I arrived Tears in my eyes Can’t believe the water’s on fire But never mind- why would irony apply? When reality is void, then confusion will thrive Let it fly My last straw gently it glides Through the black waves suspending my boat I got a hard time remember hope Mechanisms once used to cope they all broke Now I feel tugs at the end of my rope It’s pulling me- To a place I never wanna go Facing my fears, back at the dome On her way home She left me with words to live by Make the most of your time, don’t forget the Lower 9 They say it’s year five since grandmamma died If that’s true the flood’s done damage to my mind That explains why I’m hearing attempting to save People off dead than to go on playin’ In this game When the sh… was rigged from the get go I feel as though That it’s best to just let go I’m done caring about broken promises Cuz’ D.C. and BP won’t acknowledge us- When I cup my hands full of oil and water and drink I’m reclaiming all I lost back when life made sense Convention teaches us that this is suicide But maybe this time I’ll finally open up my eyes

“Morning Dew” featuring Electric Lady (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly) Chorus This morning I was greeted by the sun* With rays outstretched in plain view Brightness was renewed I know that the best is yet to come* The storms have gone and made room For goodness to bloom Possibilities ahead are all I see* The warmth, the cool breeze And everything in between But miracles they often go unseen* Like morning dew upon leaves Birds singing in trees *Sung Vocals Verse 1 Good morning sun How you feel? Something you can’t touch but you know it’s real It’s been a while since you came through Everybody love’s your shine Some things change You remain true It’s gloomy when you missing Illuminated ‘cuz you risen And everything you touch seems to glisten Aye yo! You see that?!? You mean right over there? That gotta be honeysuckle I smell it in the air I never seen so much beauty all in one place Vegetables, fruit, sweet floral embrace Vivid were all of the colors of the rainbow Water on the plants but I know it ain’t rain though That’s the way it dew in the morning time When cool breeze combines with the sunshine That’s the way it dew in the morning time When cool breeze combines with the sunshine Chorus Verse 2 You ever notice in the city We never take the time to breath But this morning my lungs have been set free No smog in the air to congest me Tall trees overhead to protect me No phones to disrupt the tranquility Or TV’s to promote the stupidity Well whatchu mean? Foul thoughts are contagious If you can’t wipe the slate clean then replace it Water is life There’s truth in the statement It’s a complex simplistic arrangement Ebb and the flow marks distinctive occasions Timing the wave is a gift of the patient Carried away- we’re addicted to chasing Tend to lose sight of the gifts we been graced with Views change and perspectives may differ But (it’s the) little things help clarify the big picture I found peace as a bird sung his song Finally listened, it was there all along Chorus Verse 3 Find pleasure in being alive today ‘Cuz we’re survivors of earthquakes and hurricanes Mother nature can scare us and bring us pain But over time, good vibes will renew again That’s the way it dew in the morning time When cool breeze combines with the sunshine That’s the way it dew in the morning time When cool breeze combines with the sunshine

“The Re:Source” (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly) It seams right that it ends where it all begun With raised glasses we toast to the setting sun Pour out for starters A portion, departed Souls that still thirst Get quenched when acknowledged Sip! Then praise cascades from my lips Ase'! Amazing how greatness persists Be with us as we tread through epic memories Linking the past to extensions of legacy Through it all, it’s the music that sets us free Rhythms move, pulse through our extremities Beatin’! Uninversal language receivin’ Vibrations speakin’- without the words even It’s reach beyond beckoning tounges is questioned by none An unspoken truth Still you know where it’s comin’ from… (The Source Reprise) It’s original form Stretched animal hide Compounded by palms where joy and panic collide Passion resides Recoiling in rapid replies We rely… We rely on the tempo to even the odds If just to poli both sides Deviate or reprise? World wide dialogue No more speakin’ to God To capitalize? Not knowin’ getting’ free is the prize It’s hard to come by Somewhere down the line seams we lost it Water, LOVE, MUSIC- man’s precious resources The driving forces of everything gorgeous That mankind has ever come forth with The engineers of joys we hold dear We’re all on borrowed time Thank God you lent an ear Cuz’ payin’ attention is expensive out here In a sphere full of turmoil, warfare Many a dream get commandeered due to fear I’m holdin’ onto mine see you when I get there I’m holdin’ onto mine see you when I get there I’m holdin’ onto mine… Beware! Many declare that the end is near Well if that’s the case, let’s not be scared to puppeteer Pull every stop make- your move -be prepared Pull every stop make -your move -be prepared…. What better way than to access the faucet? WATER, LOVE, MUSIC- life’s specious resources Our reinforcements, almost exhausted Pathways to freedom, why should they cost us? Many reference These types of questions But I refuse if refreshments aren’t present As it stands, man this life is a handful Still my view got my glass lookin’ half full Canceled, every want on my list It gets no better than this Sip! Water water Often I think of you The World Bank’s pimpin’ you I can’t stop drinkin’ you Water water Millions in search of you Taken for granted we line up to purchase you Water water A paradox it seams Cuz’ you wash away sickness but cause so much disease Water water What does it all mean? It’s the unifying factor that makes us human beings (Kna-mean)