Beat drops and I try to get a clap goingBlank stares like these kids have never seen a rap show This is Yale, guess they've never seen a rap show If I can't move the crowd, well then what do I rap for? Catharsis or fame? AmI harboring my pain Am I trying to change the world or just marketing my name? Am I shameless, impatient forsaking how mom's raised me When finally my pain ends at least I'll know both satan and St. Joe know what my name is, and let's face it They'll probably fight over me, Maimonides please What, can you tell me, I'm feeling like farina Exotic dancers might have the best answers But sorry girl, I'm not a cancer, I'm a cancer and you're not me heroine, you're my heroin Opaque box where I put all my heroes in So if you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna keep rapping (in the) One day I fell asleep with my face in a book I was reading Foucault, I was reading Foucault One day I fell asleep with my headphones on John Coltrane, playing John Coltrane One day I fell asleep with my face in a book I was reading Borges, reading Borges One day I fell asleep with my headphones on Listening to Pete Seeger, Pete Seeger If I'm gonna be a stoic can I still like music I'm questioning devotion to the search for where truth is Hoping when I grow up, I'll find out what the use is Cause with Oceans so abusive, my music just seems useless I'm captaining this ship but my two bit crew skipped and truth is, only I might exist Close my eyes and I don't even know if you persist so give me a second, just give me a second But just for the record, I don't believe in time I'm not waiting for the messiah, he won't be here in time I like sunshine, but don't need gold stars And I'm not talking about a planet when I reference mars So keep your kudos, and eat your accolades Don't be surprised to see me read Foucault backstage and I'm fascinated with the curve of your lips But way to existential to remember your name girl One day I fell asleep with my face in a book David Foster Wallace, David Foster Wallace One day I fell asleep with my headphones on Playing Bob Dylan, Playing Bob Dyaln One day I fell asleep with my face in a book I was Reading Howard Zinn, go read Howard Zinn One day I fell asleep with my headphones on Playing Miles Davis I was feeling kind of Blue Spiritual quest for lyrical epiphanies Simply stated I can't hide in the symphonies Dystrophy overwhelms as I'm riffing How can I fit the whole Iliad in 16? I'm Drifitng as I'm writing Poseidon Where the fuck you taking me? what Island is this? I'd rather be with sisyphus, I'm kind of getting sick of this My stomach's getting sick from this, where's calypso? she's my blues chick, it proved useless from the start, but truth is, like miles I'm abusive shoeless, I'm wandering, I'm wondering if all these girls dress so nice, why don't they want to talk to me Honestly, I want surprise like Gillespie Surrounded by so many folks whose only care in life is looking sexy, so sorry babe don't text me I'm trying to sell out buy everyone just wants rent me One day I fell asleep with my face in a book I was reading Edward Albee, have you heard of Edward Albee One day I fell asleep with my headphones on Listening to Atmosphere, ATMOSPHERE One day I fell asleep with my face in a book I was reading George Orwell, Reading George Orwell One day I fell asleep with my headphones on I was playing dispossessed.

I'm alive I'm alive like I breath air and eat food I'm alive like I drink water And hate coke cause it tastes fake like something a zombie would drink And I hate zombies, cause they try to eat your soul, but I won't get eaten because I'm alive like I was always told I couldn't sing so I take showers just to have a place to belt it out and sometimes I forget to even wash myself, but you know what I smell as good as ever I'm alive like I still think dinosaurs are cool, and when I drink water I think about how my 8th grade science teacher taught me that the water I'm drinking is the same water a dinosaur drank before it died and the same water that eroded it into dust or, a fossil. It's the same water that achilles, or gandhi drank before it eroded them into dust or heroes. The same water my zeda drank before it eroded him into dust or a patriarch. The same water that will turn me into dust and you into dust and make dust of all of us, so the question confronts us why fuss with the poetry and shit if it only lasts the second of air vibration before it slips away and I'm only a blink of the universe before my day is up and I'm dust But fuck that, I do it because I like it and because I'm alive like I like running naked in the rain And I'm alive like I actually GO running naked in the rain and don't just talk about it in poems and you can consider this an open invitation to join me the next time god starts to cry tears of joy, nudity not optional, we'll party like the serpent hasn't come yet I'm alive like I can combine 29 lines at a time rhyme light speed no sign posting for my kind audience sitting wide eyed now eyeballs go dry until blinding sets in but I pay no mind because you don't pay me so it's all the same and poetry is free, but not free of pain and it doesn't matter anyways Because you're all still picturing me naked in the rain But that's fine cause I'm alive like I still yell and cry and throw things and obstinately argue and roll around in the grass and mud, naked when it's raining, and get lost wandering and ask too many questions, and play with puppies and have messy handwriting and call how I feel about girls "a crush" I E I'm alive like a child And no child dreams of growing up to stare excel spreadsheets because that's obnoxious and excel is all boxes and fuck boxes I'm alive like I can say platitudes knowing you're all judging me but I feel that I must say them anyways because one day you'll all just be dust and right now I'm alive like these zombies want me to think their colored paper will bring me fulfillment but I'm alive so I know it won't. A pen and paper are five bucks, friends are free ad the sun shines on everyone, so why would I need to be a millionaire? These zombies fit nicely in their J Crew boat, shoes and Suits and think I dress funny but I'm alive I strut my style like prince Harry was also rocking hand me downs, thrift store gems and t - shirts won at track meets I'm alive like I'm still dazzled by Emerson, Borges Thoreau and Fenimore and I'll have plenty more adventures before I stop climbing sycamores and start riding elevators These zombies want me to think that in 3 years its 100k or bust, and if it were, I'm alive, so I'd choose bust, like bust a move or bust a rhyme like busta rhymes or bust a nut in a zombies face and feel great But to be honest these zombies are pretty smart Look at Clinton Gates and Buffet, Money is power and power is money and the flowers dried up in the 70s I won't listen Pocket change won't change the world I won't listen You're a hipster and you're going to be homeless I won't listen Go to law school, go to med school work on wall street I won't listen I won't listen I'm trying not to listen to anything but me but my heartbeat to remind myself that I'm alive like I only drink Minnesota lake water, I only breath Colorado Mountain Air and to be honest I love chicken tenders I'm alive like I can feel your heartbeat I'm alive like I like to smile at strangers on the street and sometimes people will say do I know you? And I'll say, well you do now, my name's Jacob and I'm alive

(Clip from American Beauty) Everyone's asking me to write a fun song Put this down in order to right wrongs Love songs, drug songs, how to get a along songs This one here is a live your fucking life song Call it movement and I made it for the movement Beyond the politics we've all gotta keep moving Losing faith in all our problem solvers Moving cause it's all we've got All I've got is a roulette revolver Staring down an army now here's my shot Gotta stop boxes being locked on my conscious Take away my fists I'll still fight with my conscience Wars abroad and ignorance at home We've got less jobs than wiretapped phones We're ubiquitous, claim the land as our own Militants in demilitarized zones Chorus (Jamie Bogyo): You can't be healthy in a world that sick Shutting our doors and our keys don't fit All paths blocked and it might feel like it's useless All we can do is keep on moving Want to be a person? personification Expect in the end he won't end up blameless He's grown so big, he's found himself shameless All about the gun, he couldn't even aim it Focus on the Gs, greed and gluttony, Growing up his mind was only on one thing No time for love when you're money lusting He got what he wanted, nothing wrong with envy He grew grew grew and never looked away Crushed all the rest so now he proclaims All his greatness and everything he lifts up Probably can't see everything that he's ripped up Now he's gone viral and got us all infected He can't stand the sloth, got hungry and left it Infested the earth, can't stand in his path But now we're gonna dance as the only way to fight back Chorus Socialist, no I'm a global localist Focusing on what it's not fun to be noticing No direction and what we do is useless? You're taking what you're taught taught as if it were intuitive Imbibing ideas of what to strive for When your light's pinched out you've gotta ask what you're alive for Placeless spaces we lock them tight Sedated in place its a double edged kit Making it harder to keep us out of sight Don't ever try to put a price on life Our feet are drumsticks, this town we run it Streets 808s and its beats we make Chants a chorus, try to ignore it Thoughts are lyrics, it's what they're fearing Stars and streetlights make nice stage lights The world's the audience and we ain't about to play nice Chorus This one's for those who don't accept what they're taught Question preconceptions and believe in free thought Dance till we sweat and the labels slip off Middle finger is a greeting to the people that we piss off Ripped off, of our share of humanity Global collapse in the name of vanity Irrationality is not insanity Cause we're all insane in a crazy society Can't find it in me w/ this daily anxiety Drown all the facts and I'm striving for sobriety I'm not yelling yet, but I think that it's time to be I don't believe in speech when all you do is lie to me Chants a chorus, try to ignore it Thoughts are lyrics, it's what they're fearing Stars and streetlights make nice stage lights World packs the audience and we ain't about to play nice