Jerry Quickley - Transitions lyrics

Gramps is on something
Don’t take this for granted

This is just life reading and writing
Tied to your ancestral land’s dance
Made a plan back when come around again
The sea plays stones like violins
Just like the cello in the hood plays
Ah yeah, just like my mellow
And the protagonist got stolen
Rearrange your breathing like, sure enough
Can’t vote but got a weed card
From Toys R Us

Gramps is on something
Don’t take this for granted
Gramps is on something
Don’t take this for granted

The thefts are becoming bolder
Feel alone even though I
Stand on your shoulders
Zero laugh is a plan post-revolver
Can’t make heads or tails
Of this geezer’s character
Full English coffee dismissing my
Plan like playing cards
We need a time machine to hit the one yards
We need a rhyme machine to
Go with this caviar
We need streaming and credit cards
We have thoughts you can disregard
As stationary as a rusted car
Flowers sproutin’ up through the floor
Baby’s breath pushing up through the door
You won’t soon call rot blood clot
What for, what for, what for?
But oranges and Kool-Aid anticoagulates
78 pages of nothing but fine print
18 year old bump rages of molly
Christ and absinthe
This is best viewed through a covered lens
The rest is skewed and
Sleepless with the bends
This is the horror you shake
This is the frame, it breaks
The frequency works to re-establish
Like a mirage your fourth-grade bully appears
Ready to commit violence
Just like that, you are just that small again
Just like that you drop your pen
You want an Uber or a trip to Atlantis
You wanna judo flip your shit
For higher victim status
Out here on the savannah these
Niggas just cashing in
We been out here, we stays out here
This is our shit, we the slide doors
We live this shit, we are Alaska motherfucker
The streets are filled with what’s left
After the feeling’s been pulled

The streets is empty jacked by the curfew
Lives aplenty
But still holds echoes of our feelings
As clear as a lifeboat
As clear as a lifeboat the streets is empty
Jacked by the curfew
But still holds echoes of our feelings
As clear as a lifeboat
As clear as a lifeboat
As clear as a lifeboat
As clear as a lifeboat
As clear as a lifeboat
As clear as a lifeboat