NINE TRIANGLES LYRICS
Light CourageClose your eyes and visualize a universe where all is plausible,and challenges in life are only manifested obstacle.When Sunz spit raps, ease back, roll up the tropical,and analyze this shit until you feel you are unstoppable.Analyze this shit until you feel you are unstoppable,there's nothing you can dream of in this world that is impossible.My people shoot each other, spending months up in the hospital,when we could work together until Babylon topple.My pen just flows y'all, feels like I'm just taking notes,as the chapters keep unfolding it gets harder to cope.No joke, feels like my back to the ropes,while climate changes rapidly approach I seek out answers and hope.Hope what I wrote help unify the consciousness of my folk,we're screaming fuck the government but buy their oil and coke.A lot of cats think that I'm loc, but we're all in one boat,instead of screaming fuck the world and simply going for broke. ChorusSurround myself with light, breath deep, and float away on my pen,cause life is like a gift unwrapping slowly from beginning to end.I do this for my foes, for my fans, for my family and friends,here to represent my people, Eastern Sunz we're gonna do it again. Travis TRise and shine cause it's time for the Sunz again,we haven't lost our edge y'all just in case you're wondering.The same style only now it's been expanded on,trying to protect the very ground that I'm standing on.The situation's got a little more serious,plus I'm older now, more wiser and experienced.I've been loved and hated, jaded and burned,I've suffered scratches, but that's just lessons learned.Oregon raised me, California changed me,now I'm more bitter and a little bit crazy.Now I'm up in Washington, the place where the rain be,precipitation ain't enough to phase me, baby.I'm a Seattleite and at night,out my window I see more than just Seattle lights.I see potential in the people so essentially the music,is the instrument I choose in which to try and spark a movement. Everybody's Anthem ChorusPeople people come on come on putcha putcha hands up,for the for the lost souls looking for the answers.Celebrate the good times and survive the bad ones,people people come on this is everybody's anthem. Travis TWe've all got a price, we've all got a vice or two,fuck it, I know I got a few.I know I got a view that can be difficult to swallow,I do my own thing, I don't lead, don't follow.Don't worry 'bout me and if I see tomorrow,I'll be fine and remind you we're on time that's borrowed.We can sit around and pout about our sorrow,or rise to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro.The very thought of dyin's got me scared to death,but I'm even more afraid to make the most of what's left.Half the time I think love is the answer,the other half the time I think love is a cancer.Ask me if I think the glass is half full,I'm a realist, I think it's filled with alcohol.Through all the thick and thin, when we get to the bitter end,I'll still be sittin sippin gin, just me and my bitter friends. Travis TLife's tough, sometimes it's a mind fuck,the lessons lie in the little things so find 'em.Just eat when you're hungry and drink when you're dry,and if the sky don't fall tomorrow then you'll live til you die.And unless you're a crack fiend then do what makes you happy,Just try to follow paths that lead to being all you can be.You can pass the blunt, you can pass the bar,or before you get a chance you can crash your car.You can go to Penn State or you can go to the state pen,but one of the two's a lot harder to get in.Some say that you can do anything you put your mind to,it makes it kind of hard if you don't got money behind you.Money comes, money goes, but mostly it goes,to the government, yo, and from there who knows.But it can't buy happiness, right? So who cares,put your hands up for all the non-millionaires. Second ChorusPeople people come on come on, keep ya keep ya head up,I know sometimes it feels like your troubles never let up.But the only way to make it is believe it can get better,people people come on come on, keep ya keep ya head up. Understand CourageDrift on the wind through a rolling savannah,watching four-legged peoples making good pace at a medium canter.I echo through the heart of a drum beating deep in the slums,and touch the homeless children begging for crumbs.Quietly whisper that a change gone come, to my daughters and sons,who walk the planet with definitive purpose.The babies who've been told that they're worthless, old ladies clutching their purses, and the few who listen close to my verses.All behold a rising sun to the east, illuminating what was darkness with brilliance and heat.From the pillaged rainforests to the endless concrete,where CO2 turns to oxygen and cycles repeat.Where violence doesn't stop and the drug dealers meet,and people sell their souls for the secrets they keep.So the shadows grip their hearts till they can no longer sleep,and the world keeps on spinning without missing a beat. ChorusIf you could only understand that you're the goddess and queen,not replaceable, not dispensable by any means.Let me ask you something, you been lead to believe,all your answers in a biblical read?If you could only understand that you're the god and the king, when you look into my eyes it's only you that you're seeing.So many things on this planet ain't the way that they seem,'cause this human experience, you're a spiritual being. Travis TAs the day grows to night glows, my mind keeps spinning,can't sleep, thoughts flow a mile a minute.Grip is slipping though I don't like to admit it,but the way things are going, implosion is imminent.I tell myself I see the beauty in a gray cloud,but the truth is I could lose it any day now.I'm going crazy but I'm learning to embrace it,the way I see it sanity is overrated.I'm using music as a theraputic medicine,trying to see the light like Common Sense and Thomas Edison.The more I learn the more I learn the harsh truth,and then I start to question everything I've ever argued.It's hard to come to grips with the rest of the story,ignorance is bliss, but bliss can be boring.And this can start to just tear a man apart,but if the world were perfect, there would be no art. MacklemoreNow the way that I understand it, the external's a distraction,whether it's TV, shopping, substances, they're magnets.The postive sees the negative and that pull is so attractivewe can't seperate ourselves from attachments.Every day we let vices dilute our passions,scared of the man in the mirror with fear we mask him.The greatest resource is us, always has been,the soul in the guts overwhelming once you tap in.Now can you manage, cause identity is dictated by possessions that we press on like a bandage.Me, I love a mansion, but even with umbrella and a jacket it still rains in the Hamptons.The greatest test in life is by yourself when you can't run up against the wall, tired of the fallToo vulnerable to stand up, it's all a plan bruh now it's up to you to go and switch the plan up. Natural Flavors CourageThey say you are what you eat, but it seems nobody's asking,'bout what's put in their food although they love it with a passion.Vending machines in public schools, parents relax 'n,I come from the Co-op in the city of Ashland.Where the police cruise the skies in helicopters when in season,for plants that stay illegal due to superficial reasons.They claim it's for our health and safety but I think it's treason,potentially could stabilize our economic region.But anyway, most these cats attack Big Macs,wondering why their hips fat then wash it down with a six pack.Like the magic pills from TV gonna help lose weight,you can't avoid the consequences of the actions you take.Fast food on every other corner while I'm cruising the streets,five-hundred bonus points if you can tell me what's in the meat.Diabetes on the incline, our children obese,in the beginning there was food but now the shit that we eat's a fucking problem. ChorusFat per serving's ninety-eight grams, what's in my food man?Rampant malnutrition in a prosperous land, said what they putting in my food, ma'am?I said, what's natural 'bout them flavors? The FDA gone move to regulate us,it's never 'bout our health, it's for the papers.So educate yourself because the government ain't ever gonna save us,just feed us hamburgers and Now 'n Laters. CourageMy folks no longer eating whole foods, just quarters and thirds,last six ingredients are all thirty letter words.And please don't even get me started on the merits of herb,y'all smoking cigarettes, need to kick that shit to the curb.I want an honest answer, which one will probably give you cancer,which one's a life enhancer when you've got cancer?Staying illegal due to rampant propaganda, politicians scandalous,brainwash the people just to scam us.Envision hemp oil for the cars being driven, hemp plastic for the mics that I spit in,hemp paper used for anything written, big business constantly trippin' because their worst competition is the empowered citizen.Thinking critically about the world we're living in, we're paying them dividends,when we could do this shit for ourselves.Almost forgot to mention hemp food mad good for your health,and that there's nothing more important than one's knowledge of self. Problem CourageIt goes rock to the rhythm, my government gone finance terrorism,and keep the activists locked up in prison.Tell Dick Cheney that the dead have arisen,educated lyricism carries out their intellectual ambitions.While the people aptly listen is your nightmare,standing right there with bright mind, dark skin, wavy hair.Hands up to the atmosphere if you just don't care,for the Bush administration, climate change, and dirty air. ChorusMy people rock, people rock, people rock, rock on,while we deplete the planet's greenery like smoke in a bong.To all my Indigo children, hold hands and sing songs,until Illuminati's influence is finally gone. Travis TOur President doesn't have to be grammatically correct,just a menacing grin is enough to command respect.I don't get it man, the way they flipped it was insane,cause there were zero Iraqis on those 9-11 planes.It's all the same though, we just keep fighting the terror with terror,make mistakes but take no accountability for errors.Saving the world one photo op at a time,hey thanks for the tanks, they're really top of the line.Drop us a line as soon as you get your next shipment,we'll make you rich off of tax dollars buying your equipment.Fuck this bullshit war, ya I said it,soldier's blood is being shedded over premium unleaded.If you don't get it by now, you'll probably get it in a minute,the only way they're gonna end it is to take it to the limit.They're prepared to push the button when push comes to shove,I got 99 problems and a Bush is one. I'm a mother fuckin' problem for George and his troops,and if I hide out in a cave he'll bomb Seattle with nukes.To my middle class, kissing ass, jumping through hoops,I'm not a player or a hater I'm just bringing the truth. CouragePlay your position y'all, Eastern Sunz is on a mission y'all,situation tense like a heated game of wiffle ball.Get ready for the last curtain call, feel like my back against the wall,swinging swords like fuck all y'all.Conservative right wing, not concerned with doing the right thing, but the consequence of what it might bring.I'm a fuckin' rapper, bitch I don't sing, descendent from a lineage of kings,who understand that we're all spiritual beings.So who's prepared to die for diamonds and rings, these greenbacks,will never be the inspiration for these raps. Read books and seek facts how y'all cats gone mirror me back, when you're not the least concerned our planet's under attack Nine Triangles CourageThey should have killed us when they had the chance,but we don't die we multiply so watch the style advance.Tempered over centuries to manifest assignment,winds accelerate to the pace of changing climate, imbalanced environment.My people take a seat, or stand and throw your hands while I'm rhyming to the beat,just hope you listen when I speak.Because these times are getting deep, picture a billion people with no food to fucking eat.Stars and stripes on the brink of economic collapse,I spit facts while the government attacks it's the Advanced Lorax.From an undisclosed location spit a poem from the dome,while they tap the conversations off your cellular phone.Roll my spliff in the shape of a cone, I'm in the zone,while I contemplate blood diamonds from Sierra Leone.Bush's cover's been blown but still we mostly fail to see,that the man's merely a puppet in Illuminati's strategy. ChorusNine triangles, fuck a pledge allegiance to the star-spangled,karmically don't wanna be entangled.Still I feel I'm being strangled, these bitches wanna tango,so I'm spittin' mathematics from all possible angles. Ricky PharoeNow how you really think Illuminati maintains,left or right wing both fly the same plane.Or maybe it's a phoenix, see man I don't know the slang,mind numb from novocain, poison like a cobra fang.Got you in your living room staying tuned in,losing your mind, religion, ethics and movement.Move with the sheep as the wolf comes to swoop in,who's this knocking at my window? Ooh shit.It's the police, and they armed to the teeth,they got the five-pointed star sewn right to their sleeve.Everybody be real quiet, maybe they'll leave,but probably not, man fuck, yo just hide all this weed.They're trying to find me with the smallest of evidence,it don't matter how relevant, man fuck you and a president,catch a nose bleed.You aint teaching no lessons except to fear and accept it,but I'm not hearing your message 'cause you don't know me. Travis TFifty stars, thirteen stripes, many lies,nine triangles, one goal to set it right.Things have gotten too outta control to let 'em slide,I walk with the Eastern Sunz army by my side.A hand full of people own ninety-nine percent,of all the major media outlets that exist.All the print, all the radio, and all the TV,so don't believe everything you read, hear, or see.Business and government are one in the same,it's all the same mothafuckas who be running the game.Some of the things they get away with makes me numb in the brain,it gets me heated to the point it boils blood in the vein.Nobody's raging against the machine anymore,apathetic to the war because we've seen it before.And on the real, a lot of people frontin',when we start the revolution all they probably do is nothin'. Sunzshine Travis TI almost died the night I wrote this song but now my life keeps floating on,emotionless with no response, I hope to God my hope ain't gone.Just go along like growing lawn, thought life was long but I was wrong,rearrange my pace because the winds of change be blowing strong.Heads severely severed when the guillatine lever's pulled,the same story's forever told, though it's never growing old.Birds of feather flock together when they know the weather's cold,to say it now seems rather bold, but that's alright, just grab ahold.Grab a pen and jot this down, a jester's hat is not a crown,all our lives we're taught to frown, but that's a lie I got it now.A little laughter calms us down when sunny skies are not around,moving on we're onward bound, way beyond the common ground.The time is now, the place is here, and now it's time to face our fears,there's no time to waste a tear and soon we'll be embracing cheer.People run and race to hear amazing sounds that grace the ears,just in case the case ain't clear, at a rapid pace I'm changing gears. CourageMy brother taught me not to burn my bridges,so I'mma walk across these ridges, high on life's ethereal riches.The pitch is spiritual, for me it ain't religious,the pope and CIA be delegating big business.Can I get a witness, fabricating truth is sacreligious,the pitch is my people gonna take this one the distance.Eleven years and four albums in, trying to win,a little justice for my family and friend.Pen in my south paw, planet getting fucked by the law,totally raw, in the ass, from Pakistan to Wichitaw.In '83, Nibiru was the planet they saw,but covered up like Princess Di getting killed in that car.Lorax Advanced, I spit flame to fickle forests poorly maintained,and lack the rain to bring the balance again.In other words I came to bring the pain, high as a plane,with marijuana pumping through my veins, going against the grain. Ease back, Eastern Sunz spit eco-terrorist raps,used as leverage for the Patriot Act, distorting fact.All my people best stay mentally strapped, I'm feeling trapped,on a fucking planet under attack by ill conservatives.Feeding me preservatives, essentially they're nothing short of murderers,catch them in their office acting courteous. Somebody best to ring the alarm, they're trying to do my family harm,heavily armed with the nuclear bomb.Just envision cats they're hauling to prison, for fulfilling their mission,of spitting darts to the ones who would listen.This is a message to the ones who will eventually call,reassurance that the empire is destined to fall, y'all.There ain't nothing in the world coincidental,perception's the reflection of the mental. Take This Bullet CourageYo god they're fucking liars son, I don't believe a word that they speak,if we stay under-educated then we're mentally weak.I think the treachery's incredibly deep,transmitted through genetic modification from the food that we eat.Air breathed, a lot of folks would rather die than believe,that most our leaders in society work hard to deceive.How annually the CIA is pushing millions of keys,and when it comes to running guns there's no one else in the league.But check the stories that the media gone weave,I spit raps to Iraqi gun claps and the wails of bereaved.Families of the victims, with no way up out of a system,where spinning every issue is the main ambition.Dearly beloved, we're gathered to commemorate the loss,of our friends and families who gave there lives for the boss.It was eleven fifty-three, right outside of a mosque,but Eastern Sunz gone bring the fuckin' truth no matter the cost y'all. Travis TShot to the dome for monotonous clones,sitting on a top talkin "no spin zone".Speaking to the people like we're three year old kids,I ain't stupid bitch, I know what rhetoric is.And I won't be swayed by the words that you say to me,you're full of shit, and empty on integrity.Impartial marksman, non-partisan targeting,I say we put two in 'em all and then start again.It's supposed to be for the people by the people,but all they do is just ignore the people, lie to people.Time to give these war profiteers all their bullets back,and I ain't from the street, I'm from the mother fuckin cul de sac.So if you're trippin' on how hardcore the chorus is,what you waiting for? You know where fast forward is.It's metaphoric kid, verbal artillery,I'm only shootin' back 'cause y'all dirty rats are killin' me. CourageYo god, I got some unresolved and serious beef,with politicians and their police out in the street who only speak for elites.I'm where the bullshit and reality meets,between the very words you preach and your feelings harbored deep underneath.Deceptive and racist, thin smiles stretched across your faces,like the truth's an adversary but you ain't gone face it.I told my crew y'all best to master the basics, 'cause we're trapped in a matrix and short of money there ain't nothing that's sacred. Dear Diary CourageTouched down in South America, son I couldn't believe,the utter hopelessness, all the people dreaming to leave.Half my family's from the hood, son they'd never conceive,that they live in paradise compared to others who leada life of total hopelessness, staring at a sea of homeless kids,while people in my country making million dollar bonuses.It seems the main component is a wicked history,that we vaguely understand, stays shrouded in mystery.It's a cold world, my people wanna die or get rich,on one level it's offensive, otherwise ridiculous. I believe in blissful ignorance but think it's a sin,centuries have come and gone and yet the same evil menkeep on running shit and keep an iron grip around our governments,we buy expensive products and these motherfuckers lovin' it.So try to find the logic but it don't make sense,that we should prosper off a legacy of crooked presidents. Chorus Dear diary, a lot of crazy shit's been going on but there's peace inside of me.Dear diary, I see a lot of trouble in the world, I let the hand keep guiding me.Dear diary, a billion people starving on this planet and they suffer quietly.Dear diary, I sense an angel standing in my corner and she's watching silently.Dear diary... Travis TDear diary, I try to be a better man,than I was the day before but then again it's tiring.I'm trying to hold on to what little shred of faith,I still have left in this human race.It's a jungle out there and I try to stay humble,but as soon as you let your guard down they take advantage of you.It's true, I really want to be a believer,but there's always someone out there to deceive or mislead ya.So pardon me if I don't always seem eager,to have people blow smoke up my ass like beekeepers.If you can't beat 'em join 'em, is not what I believe in,my feeling is if you can't join 'em beat 'em.That's the maxim as long as I'm alive and breathing,I'm trying to get ahead instead of trying to get even.In a world where a few fuck it up for many,I'm just striving to stay in the percent above fifty. I keep walking as the world turns colder,with a dollar in my pocket and a chip on my shoulder.Behold the polar opposite of sober,punch drunk luck with a one leaf clover.The vocal soldier with a bayonette mic,it serves as a sign that I say what I like.They don't like what they hear I strike fear in the right,despite being a cynic I'm sincere in the fight. CourageKeep having reoccurring pipe dreams,of a planet of light beings, focused on what's love and enlightening.It might seem useless to continue fighting,when the obstacles seem insurmountable and vices enticing.I rock it for my soldiers who embrace the discipline,the political dissident and progressive citizen.Want a planet where my grandchildren swimming in,clean water, sunshine, but now it's smog days so kids be staying in. Closing Prayer Travis T There's a war going on outside, I choose to fight with thoughts,so in a sense my only enemy is writer's block.I find it hard to stay focused on the brighter spots,I'll leave it up to you to decide whether I'm right or not.Like it or not we're a people of sin,so we gotta battle demons or the evil will win.Find the strength to fight the beast within,reach down deep and find the peace within.And when it's found let the peace flow out,and when you walk, walk the peaceful route.But non-violent doesn't mean silent,open your mouth, open your mind, open your eyelids.Gotta be a boisterous, voice for the voiceless,speak through our actions, and make the right choices.One wrong turn can effect the long term,the weak repeat, but the strong learn.You can't criticize me just cause I criticize our leaders,it's critical times, we can't be blind believers.But that's just me man, I call 'em like I see em,and right now I see us falling like I Roman coliseum.It doesn't have to be that way, it's possible to see a day,when everyone will re-awake and realize their real fate.I've seen people make a change for the better,and that can be you, Eastern Sunz forever. Lafa TaylorI look at my planet and I see that it's dying,that it's covered all over with people grieving and crying.Global warming coming through and they're not even leaving a pint,that's the indisputable reason the seasons are drying.Some people fleein' to Zion, others agree in compliance,so while the president deceiving and lying, I'm trying to lead an alliance.We need to stomp like the feet of a giant,light it up and keep on feeding the fires.Because I've seen too many seated in silence,it's time to counteract this legion of tyrants,the system will break with increase of defiance.Motivate, all my people stay strong, let's move,it's amazing all the ways that this life will test you.Stay awake to the ways of the world, you're nodding off,we tell 'em that a world is at stake, but it's not enough.And I pray some day we'll learn to save the soul,but damn, I guess we got a ways to go. CourageIf this here be the last track I ever wrote,I hope to leave you with hope, although the current makes it harder to float.We've polluted all the primary rivers, please God, Father forgive us,are we no more than ignorant niggas?On a hamster wheel, clamoring for them diamonds and pearls,while they brainwash our leaders, rape and pillage the girls.These days I lay my hands to healing with a doctor's referral, breath silent, tap into that spiritual world.Feel your heritage and legacy, your fate and destiny,our time has come now son, we face complexitiesthat won't take solving with the politics and guns,only grassroots ambitions and the power of one.To all my people 'round the planet contemplating my poems,sooner that we finish our work, the sooner we can go home.Rule of thumb they fall as hard as they come, so knowledge second to none,cast your eyes to the Eastern Sunz.
