02 Lamping at Mama's House

from Raw Story by Plucky Walker

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lyrics

Crashing at Mama's house/ mashing up on the couch
Flipping the television/ checking Obama out
Heavy with all the doubt/ that come/ from living broken son
Smoking some/ Rolling the tongue along the mouth

Yeah papa’s out/ so I’m here/ the coast clear
Old fears/ trickle away and wander south
I saunter out/ in the yard/ sit with the dog
Scribble a song/ riddle it raw with marking out

Erase/ Chase grace/ and then chase the old ball around
Til I’m falling down/ go back into my fallen crown
Dream of calling out to crowds/ hollering back
Before all of the camps/ food stamps and dollar sacks

And all the lack/ that I’ve mapped these past years
The black spoons/ baboon backs/ and tracked tears
I follow back/ and unclasp these trapped years
The glass spheres/ snowglobes cracked in black beards

I’m crawling out/ from under the rock and the rubble
Speech/ shuttling over beats/ the heat subtle
A solemn mouth/ hauling the body behind her
With mama out/ calling reminders

I’m crawling out/ from under the rock and the rubble
Speech/ shuttling over beats/ the heat subtle
A solemn mouth/ hauling the body behind her
With mama out/ calling reminders

credits

from Raw Story, track released August 8, 2010
Beat by Jon Phonics. All vocals by Plucky Walker

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Plucky Walker Asheville, North Carolina

Plucky Walker is a lost island of rap, a freestyle savant whose hunger for improvisation and contrary disposition has led to a bitter lack of recorded output. A sworn enemy of swag, focused on vibrant storytelling
and armed with a dizzying array of styles, his story is one rife with near-death experience, drug abuse, larceny, heartbreak and incarceration. In many ways, the story of rap itself. ... more