LYRICS: “writer”
Written by bleubird (J.Bruna/ASCAP)

(verse)
I remember when the beat began. At first I danced to it but ignored it’s whispers. I never used to miss her because I took her for what she was. You can’t hurt me you never could, I’ve been writing about this downfall since before I knew it was coming, man, this life is something one day you’re flying blind. The next you’re nose deep in scrap metal in a dentist chair getting your wallet yanked out, calling it a holiday. I ain’t no Christian I’m the antichrist backpacker, indie, atheist rapper resurrected ex-patriot art gangster kid. I can’t paint. I can’t ball. I can’t fashion, but I can shave face and fit in. What’s better than chopping down trees and eating cornbread without choking. Hope is a gangster tattooed and teary eyed, gangsters never cry. I’ve seen the sun rise in Kortrijik and sink into the everglades. I stopped sharpening my blades when I realized that blunt force was for the wiser, I’m a rider. Leave precision for decision makers, I act fast to smash through walls, like a caveman with a condo in Paris and a cargo net; Scooping up everything I can and taking it for granted. You can’t push me through your radio playdough machines, I was taught to swing back when attacked, industry hip nose insiders - I told you motherfuckers I’m a rider.

(chorus)
I’m that voice without a home. I’ll ride with you in your headphones and traffic jams. I’m your man here for anybody who cares. I ain’t going nowhere, I’m a rider. I’ll be your partner on the subway at the bus stop, you need sound I got that I’m right here don’t ever fear. Take me on your road trip I’ll go down with the ship, cause motherfuckers, I’m a rider.
I’m that voice without a home, I’ll ride with you in your headphones and traffic jams. I’m your man here for anybody who cares. I ain’t going nowhere, I’m a rider.

(verse)
I’m with you on rainy days, don’t be afraid, don’t ever fear I’m always here. On your compact disc, ipod or twelve inch, I ain’t going nowhere, I’m riding. Survival is aggressive; I’m not possessive over any titles. My idols live in igloos like kids
do, I don’t expect to impress you. You could be a skeleton on a keyboard I’m nothing but a springboard, snatching ideas from behind me and throwing them where you can see them. You see what you want to see, I’m just being me like Epic and Sammy Davis Jr. Gotta be happy with myself at the end of the day. Little girls, big b-boys shoe gazers and poetry sluts all aboard. Come forward if you’ve forgotten how to feel. Pain is real but it’s not everything perspective is subjective. I still make fun of myself for using words like consciousness. When I build my nest it’ll be on a peak from which I can see everything. I wanna dive big and go freely with powerful uneducated persons, and the young and the mothers of families. Still walking tall with a limp I ain’t too proud to duck and roll, bring the fucking soul, I’m still waiting for rock and roll to die. Black Eyed Peas in the pumpkin patch; I miss Dinko D and Charlie Brown.

Some say we preach to the choir, I say that’s better than rapping at your self proclaimed enemies. We make communities; you make mockeries under the golden flag of purity. At least we know we’re pirates. I’m just saying what I’m thinking. When we all go down with the ship I’ll be the one dancing with the children. You can fight for lifeboats, lifelines, landmines and landslides. I’ll be riding till the bitter end of mediocrity, poverty, and dishonesty. This fight will claim my life.