Sleeping Showers

by MC Forty & Clutch

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Friends, I finally present SLEEPING SHOWERS: a title born from the disquieting depression I clung to in high school, unmasked for the uninvited to cry to.

♥ Forty

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released 02 March 2013

BEATS: Clutch | RHYMES: MC Forty
DESIGN: Krista Couch | PHOTO: Lizz Burnard

All Tracks Mixed & Mastered by Wonder Brown

© J. Fortner & B. Klassen 2013

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Track Name: Sleeping Showers
Your life ain’t quite what you want,
Ain’t quite what you need it to be for you.
Keep breathing these seashore blues.
So if you drown I can breathe for you.

Your life ain’t quite what you want,
Ain’t quite what you need it to be for you.
Keep breathing these seashore blues.
And when you drown I’m ‘a breathe for you.

Ayo Job, suck it up.
I’m ‘a suffer with you and sit in the sorrow,
Listen to your song although I will forget it tomorrow.
I feel your pain on my blood stained cloth towel.
Because I’m also salty and wishy washed out.
I see-sawed down on the beach with Sandy when she
Slammed me, force-fed me Hurricandy
Sweeter than peanut butter on a piece of wheat bread
For a 3 year old Haitian lady that needs to be fed
Sippin a plastic 4 ounce pouch of water to down it with,
While I’m just MC Forty minute showerin.
Who’s powerin this blue rock planet
With the Ohio River, if it’s you God, damn it!
I can’t stand this. I can’t sit this
Liquid down on the kitchen counter - addicted
And this isn’t a metaphor, I’m thirsty
Make these words last, cuz there’s no Verse 3.

Stand still and watch the raindrops kill
The dirt’s curses cause they are not real.
Breathe easy knowing that the pot’s filled
And take a drink of the water at God’s will.
(x2)

When your shoulders soak up the pressure
And droplets are boulders on top your sweatshirt,
Should you walk confident with your hood down,
Faith in the weatherman that you’re under the good cloud?
I just wanna understand while under the Sun of Man,
Lookin up from under umbrellas projectin colored cans.
If I ain’t tall enough to paint heaven our brother can
Someone had another plan for Skandal Da Ruckus Man.
Life is so Short Vine Street
Oops I used my free time freestyling
And building the empire of MC IV
Instead of trying to be Jesus in my society.
My grandmother’s 95, she
Reminds me to be a steward of this rhyme thing.
It’s like a full pool inside me, and I’d be a
Fool to not dive deep inside the pipe dream.
These blind leech eyes seek the hope,
But hope is unseen underneath the boat.
We breathe and row, but those ain’t the reasons we be
Keepin afloat…yo we don’t even know.

Stand still and watch the raindrops kill
The dirt’s curses cause they are not real.
Breathe easy knowing that the pot’s filled
And take a drink of the water at God’s will.
(x2)

I’m goin up for air I’ve had enough despair
Life’s tougher than Samson’s hair.
And I’m tangled, sinking, what was I thinking
Singing my cry while the siren screaming.
(x2)

Your life ain’t as good as you want,
Ain’t quite as good as you need it to be for you.
Just keep breathing these seashore blues,
And when you drown I’m ‘a breathe for you.
(x2)
Track Name: Goodnightrous
“Goodnightrous Oxide, you won’t feel a thing,”
The doc lied to her, then killed her dreams.
She was finna ask God if it’s the right career,
But the gas masked over her nightly prayer…peace

Out on Moonrise Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Doin yo thing, posing for those job openings.
You know exposure brings photographers showing green.
It’s grosser than molded cheese, but you go and show your cleav-
Viscious Hollywood prescriptions, that ya swallowing,
But you’re going down with or without this economy.
You got a following, there isn’t a doubt,
It’s just probably lots of boys and fake Twitter accounts.
Baby give it a bounce, when you getting them checks
Babies live in your house, and they ain’t lickin your breasts.
So getcha bread honey, you got the sexiest flaws.
Your body is a boy’s temple, but your breath is God’s.

“Goodnightrous Oxide, you won’t feel a thing,”
The doc lied to him, then killed his dreams.
He was finna ask God why his wife ain’t here,
But the gas masked over his nightly prayer…peace.

Life’s drippin out ya half empty gray bucket
The plumbin gig sucks and you just wanna say f-
Plus ya jealous of the fellas with a normal life,
Kissin a normal wife, instead of a whore for a Wi-
Fi’s disconnecting you, log off of reality,
Pull the Ethernet jack off the wall, hit the balcony.
Your baby won’t be back about ‘til 3 and your other
Babies are taking naps, so you casually you place ya lap
Top on a pillow, cover so no one will know,
Stoppin or goin back now it’s not really a big deal though.
Besides, you would never dare to let an affair
Enter your drawers - your body’s a temple, your breath is God’s.

“Goodnightrous Oxide, you won’t feel a thing,”
I lied to myself and suicided my dreams.
I was finna ask God for forgiveness, but instead
Requested this gas mask over my limp head...