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04 Syllable Spill

from Raw Story by Plucky Walker

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Well I go on the lam and I never come back to the land that I left behind me
So-so/ chewing on no doz/ composing new flows in a cold climate
Far gone from the Carolina Highlands/ Far away from the Baltimore skies
Get high/ push through the darkness/ kinda blissing/ just swerving wide

From the land that I once knew back on the east/ I'm a beast for the get-and-go
Grab all of my shit and just blow/ nothing on hand/ anything goes
Anything rolls off of the tongue/ Put it on tape for the people at home
Reaping that song/ time and again/ put it on vinyl and climb in the bins

Well I land in the bay and I feel the wind blowing on my tongue with a taste of the sun
And a man say, “say hey, son, do you wanna blaze one, and I say, are you cray son?”
then he pulls out the beauteous fruitiest, smelling all stank/ bootyous gluteus
And I take one draw and break raw and take off on a song and a tune it gets

Lodged deep in the brain and the same song follow me around till I scrawl it down
All the sounds that I hear falling from a tongue/ spilling from a lung in the park/ in the plum dark
Spill into me/ build over illy beats/ still/ just reeling me back to the source
Doing work in a cipher circular/ pulling me back to them raps on the porch

Think of passing the torch to the little ones/ Sitting them down/ just fiddling around
And the reason I rapped in the first place/ doing this sound for the kids and the crowds
See I never gave a damn for the rat race/ all the fake-facing and chasing of crowns
All I wanted to do was just chew on this language/ tangling/ wrangling sound

No matter what I try to do/ I can't find my way back to you
And I can't find the reason why

Nothing really holds me now
I'm feeling cold/ and down
I lost my hold

And syllables spill/ vermilion wets my soul
It's killing me slow/ so ready for death/ these million debts I owe/
So close my eyes and let the skies convulse and pulse their purple light into the cold
Til lead is turned to gold/ and letters turn to heat

I burnt my scroll/ so desperate/ nothing was left/ I needed to eat
To warm my frozen feet/ Now I'm mourning the loss of these songs
Rolling along in a freight and holding my flint to a stone of a beat

Until it sangs, man/ And it's so strange, ain't it?
A world of flames, man/ and we got pain in it
We just gon' lay it down/ til we find some way around
The hard effects of living in this world before it weigh us down/ before it lay us out.

Pushing the pieces together/
the puzzle of painting the walls of a prison with paintings of wide open spaces
and chasing the odd liberation of waking with strangers &
shaking the fears of a traveling man and the tears of a clown that's unravelling
battling all of these harrowing maladies/ dressed up for Halloween
rattling candy around in their cavities

Nothing really holds me now
I lost my hold/ somehow

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from Raw Story, track released August 18, 2010
Beat by Glen Porter. 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.
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