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Zack de la Rouda (2011)

by Zack de la Rouda

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CHORUS: Who you faking for? If you had a plan, who'd you break it for? We'll never have peace if we're afraid of war, so what you waiting for? What you waiting for? When I grab the mic, I don't have to lie. I be standing tough for the last in line and I can carry light, but with this ladder to climb, might as well give up on convincing y'all I'm actually right. Ain't in that competitive rapping, y'all can master your rhymes and crab-bucket till you drastically die - I ain't apt to comply. That shit is bad for the mind. Look, the game is a trap and we're blind. We're scrapping while they capitalize on our complacency; we battle while they factionalize. It's all a waste, we need the planet but we're still increasing damage. We could handle it; our generation has to arise. But they put us out to pastoralize. We herd each other like the shepherd and the cattle combined. Just ring the rattle, we'll be happy to follow like a lamb to the slaughter. Families fight, man and wife. CHORUS So what you waiting for, a written invitation or a closed door? Better make a move while your pulse course, cause I am so sure that if we go forward on this path we'll be sad ‘cause we've grown soft, and when we go we'll reflect from post-consciousness on how we lived and what we did to hold onto this beautiful vision, like we think we all are living large - we all are given life: we all are beaten hard. Now we only seem to focus on the prison yard, like who is cool with whom,a and who is hot or not. Y'all, do you and go get high and feel awesome. We are all falling victim to the conflicts that plague our planet. We are killers with these habits. We have seriously sabotaged everything we haven't wrecked. Everyone has massive scars along their shackled necks. We live our lives in the pen, wives and men. CHORUS
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What I'm planning would be bad for managers: All the workers would be certain to dip if I'd commanded them. The curtains would be perfectly ripped over the canopy, and this circus would collapse to catastrophe. What I'm seeing would be evil for leaders: all the people they needed would be released, and then leave 'em. They'd be left without peons and free dope; we'd take freedom and power and leave cheap hope. What I'm suggesting is a mess for economists: all these dollars would be worth less than piss if I was running it. With policies dissolving quick, they'd be sobbing, “Aw shit. What the fuck we gon' do now? We're all wet.” What I think would be bad for the kings: they would bleed if they ain't had underlings. And everything they stood for would break, but that'd be good for the great. Yes! It'd be good for the health of Earth's animals, plants, rocks, rivers and trees, the whole planet would benefit from us making civilization stop (humans included, too. We'd be better off.) What I want would be awesome for artists and poets, farmers and lovers and movers would harness and harvest it fully. Real change would erase our slavery: no more rat-race wage-pain facing each of us, plus, it'd be helpful for the people who do nothing else but work so that all of us can sleep well, like coal miners and street-cleaners, like queens who turn tricks so that their kids can eat dinner. Yeah, it'd be sweeter for the sick invalids, ‘cause if we were healthier we'd be diseased less. It'd be beneficial for the ecosystems and the species in 'em with no pieces missing. If this stops, it'd be bad for the bad. Villains would call it evil. Killers, it'd be make 'em sad. If this stops, it'd be doom for the snakes, but it'd be good for the great.
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I'm just tryna put the truth up a little higher, 'cause we had a lot of cultures built and fall they were unsustainable they couldnt learn how to live they never learned how to live. now, we had a lot of cultures, didn't last forever... we in disaster tryna put it together how to live, we gotta learn how to live it's like, mesopotamia, sumeria, ur, turned to egyptians and egypt gave birth to the catholics and christians, tryna fit the damn planet in they hands, almost finished but we never learned how to live so if we dig the big picture and try to put it focus, the life we all living is kinda beyond hopeless. the cycle so vicious, even if we start over, we would still be sick, and still wouldn't know how to live so excuse me if i'm rudely telling you what i think i'm really just trying prove that the misdeveloped paradigm we're working with is stupid and we gotta learn how to live we need to figure how to balance humanity with earth and it's really not a challenge we managed it at first but then we started to doubt that we really knew how to live now we had a lot of cultures built and fall they were unsustainable they couldnt learn how to live we gotta learn how to live we had a lot of cultures, didn't last forever now we face disaster tryna put it together how to live, how to live we got caught between reality and vision some of us are starving. we all in a large prison. thought we was on top? we're lost, beyond sinners and now we're gonna kill our kids and i admire your talking nonsense and sitting just as much as you admire fostering resistance but that's the problem, nobody else tripping, need to get up on our feet, i'ma preach if you widdit cause we had a lot of cultures built and fall they were unsustainable they couldnt learn how to live they never learned how to live and we had a lot of cultures, didn't last forever now we face disaster tryna put it together how to live, we tryna learn how to live i got a couple things i'ma tell 'em: i'd rather have you following god than me, feel it? the planet's not perfect but honestly all's well and it's all one, and that was never hard to tell was it? and i don't mean to rap and sound funny i just have to get this snap up off my chest like my punches because i don't think we should what we do, i think it's dumb, we need to study, seek the truth, it's not money we're raw putty
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yeah, you know what it is bad development every thing we make takes violence it's bad development this is how we is everything we build we build it big scream, we just living what we took from the planet was god-given whether a town or a city i call everything bad development. so bring it down from the slums to the kingdom cause it's bad development. it's bad development for the whole race i'm getting scared of it but my bros aint soon as you hit the club, check them bros face cold stare at their beer or the T.V. screen rage inside, my speech forming but they so high they just go to sleep on it still i gotta warn 'em, have to yell it, it's important, talking bout the planet and the problem with it nobody seem to wanna think on it, my generation's definitely numb. deaf and dumb, helen keller no love for the schools that trained us wrong i trust that the truth will wake us all this is how we is everything we build we build it big scream, we just living what we took from the planet was god-given whether a town or a city i call everything bad development. so bring it down from the slums to the kingdom cause it's bad development. i got a call from my lawyer, he said, yo, chill you never talk bad bout at royalty, for real but i ain't listening. i just speak slow fuck development. i'd rather have my freedom, yo that's what i think, so i'ma tell the liars we better stop before we die, you best check what the time is now it's definite. we won't be old, we party all the time: weak proles. this is how we is everything we build we build it big scream, we just living what we took from the planet was god-given whether a town or a city i call everything bad development. so bring it down from the slums to the kingdom cause it's bad development. civilization's unsustainable and, man, we all live like slaves making payments to big brother, read "1984," or "brave new world," and make war on the war-mongers we're developing bad we ain't have to go back in time but we have to fight that's real rap i teach on my tracks 'cause ya need it the problem with the world is the memes y'all are eating this is how we is everything we do we do it big scream, we just living what we took from the planet was god-given whether a town or a city i call everything bad development. so bring it down from the slums to the kingdom cause it's bad development.
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it's life in the battlefield for sure, but it's a difficult truth to acknowledge. still, we never feel safe when we asleep, huh? i always worry when i'm snoring i'm defenseless like i'll be cornered and run up on by my enemies henchmen and i'll be thrown up in the pen forever they'll make me wish that i had never picked this pencil up and wrote this scripture i woke up this morning to rain pouring through the trench again i started bailing out my bed before i had my breakfast damn right, i'm ornery, conditions here is worse than hell just when they ring the warning bell, i detect the smell of smoking lime then i'm blinded by the mortar shells with just my rifle by my side i die up on the hill it's like my plans were never finalized, i fought and failed spent my whole life tryna not get shot and killed but said, let me get the paper first i ain't making major changes on my way to work if everybody stays complacent how can we reverse the war that we're waging on ourselves and the planet earth? that's what we say to ourselves day in and day out. we live our lives in the battlefield but, it's a difficult to truth to acknowledge... but that ain't let us off the hook.
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oh, pray god rain hard storm soon gone come i pray please, god, make it rain harder till everything is buried deep in that wastewater we need a big flood to break the thick mud and wash it down like a round that was paid for us so be our bartender, we need a long bender i never want to remember the way it all ended don't want to know it like noah, i'd rather float in the ocean and rock poems till the waves wash over me shit i'm not joking i really am not hoping for another day making pay as a wage-slave but i gotta stay positive cause it's gotta be just a couple minutes till the system starts toppling, right? that's what i'm muttering i'm lost in modernity done with suffering through the drought now i'm turning green my thirst hurts with a burning pain we need rain in the worst way. so won't you pray with me? oh, pray god rain hard storm soon gone come yeah, soon a storm'll come you better hope you got your doors all boarded up and where's the architects at? y'all better build your arks, it's getting dark and it's gonna start pouring you know that our prayers done work cause our work got faith when our hands touch dirt we understand our worth we search our fate for the land of our birth to return to the place of our origin and get the formula straight spit the stories back at 'em while we're storming the gates hit the full reset button unplug from the game and get in line with our wild nature. yeah... that's what i long for that's what this song's for it sounds sweet but it needs to be louder we need to sing more for a rainstorm we need an encore prayer for a downpour
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wake up... wake up... we got moves to make. wake up, wake up, wake up, we got moves to make no, you may not be complacent for this crucial change that's why i'm standing on the street getting branded as a freak cause i'm scared to be the only one that's not asleep so wake up for real i'm carrying the news yelling hear ye, hear ye i'm tryna share the truth but apparently my peer group is real used to illness so even though i'm sick widdit they barely move yelling wake up stay calm but keep sounding the alarm we gon break out the rut that we been stuck in for so long we gon take down the towers and be free from our evil and if shaitan should come we'll have the power of allah and then we'll be back in the garden of eden but before that we gotta stop sleeping. so wake up .... wake up.... we got moves to make. we better wake up quick and get aware of all of this everybody's racist, sexist, agist or apologists we're living on the razor's edge of liberty in solipsism face it: y'all are feeling me or following them and, oddly, i'm the one with not enough plans not enough zen, no solutions for the problem at hand man... i'll be solid as steel in comparison with real slaves who wallow in hell swallow it well this the red pill: we are fed till death on the blood of the earth muttering words that could sound like a prayer if we sing it or a battle-cry shot through the air if we scream it i'm frantic with the sound that i'm bringing cause i'm scared to be the only one that's not asleep so wake up wake up and you're already awake better take up take up the god's cause cause you can't fake love fake love unless you're slimy like a snake damn straight, man, i know you ain't, you wide awake.
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it's like i can't run i can't light a way hide behind a fire in my mind i ignite each day with the lies i find myself tryna reside beside, i cannot buy you the time, fine. i'll sit here by the pipelines admire the spiral, i'm blind style the shine in my eye study the violence watch listen and hear why they're fighting let 'em feel real, violet smiles and kindness finally find divine vision in wine and tight rhythm i've decided to pick up the tiny pieces and five pillars and the twelves jewels tryna find heaven while i'm sitting here in hell cool calm and collected errors all are corrected on the last day, need to grab the mic 'cause i'm past late i'll speak with no lying if you love life you need to live like you're dying we gotta start looking at the hands on the time we been given if this is all we got then we gotta thinking that every second counts on a clock that's ticking we need to live like we're dying we only got 86,400 seconds in the day to turn it all around or to throw it all away gotta tell 'em while we got the chance to say we need to live like we're dying you never know which fate might come to pass you might be flowing in a race then you're stuck in last you might be pulling for a change when you're struck and gassed you'll have been rolling okay till that sudden crash it's something wack but you really won't let go? run back to the past? no question, yo just bask in the moment you in focus and think - nothing ever is as broke as it seems there's only peace in my head though i ain't know how i'm gon' pick up these pieces again just keep moving. we so blessed we bleed from our wounds but at least we ain't dead i'm a priest with the pen i got faith and i paid for the price, take advice you'll be pleased with you plans if you live like today's the last day of your life
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every single second the message is resurrected like it's heaven-sent. recognize real from here to mecca. we're connected. from mecca to vermont every single mechanism is connected like a knot said, we are tied together our essence is coalescing and it's echoing listen to the wisdom in the message we can get our strength from each other if we ain't covered, Mother Culture's poking holes in our composure like it's nothing but we're always getting power from honor, there's a balanced economy and it's gotta be that everything is one don't forget it put everybody's heart into your art form don't try to pretend that independence make you hardcore give up that pathetic disguise you know we're all sick, sore, tired, ready to rise you're feeling alone we're not i'm tryna remind you we are all perfecting our struggle for survival we're tethered together i am here for protection it's so clear can you feel the connection? every single second the message is resurrected like it's heaven-sent. recognize real from here to mecca. we're connected.
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rise up... yeah, i know boss, that's what i'm saying but every time i talk with 'em they just stay playing with my head like, "maybe in a day we'll all be dead so we should live it up, nuts, while we got paper and our bread. waking up? nah, i'll be ignorant instead. and i'll figure out a way to get some women in my bed on the weekend i'll be in something you could not get in cause it costs a couple bucks and you ain't got none of them." yeah, i know, boss i tell 'em, "that's right. it's up to me to save your asses in the black night luckily i got a couple billion in my band with me fit to spit fire at the villains so they can't git me though we ain't out you can't doubt that we on a path either towards health or disease for the whole planet it's so clear, no fear, right here is the road plan: now you could go and fell trees or you could grow plants."
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it's on and it feels nice let me tell 'em all god's in the conscience of the whole audience and frogs and field mice how? that's all, and it's sealed tight so be silly, lose hope, keep chilling, lao-tzu if the bill's right, pay when you realize while you're here, no fear, be free, choose life over limb if you gotta keep breathing, dude honestly you're completely full if you stopped right now you'd be pleased to cope you're creased and cool ready for whatever the weather could throw, you could send a letter to heaven and let the center know everybody chasing the cheddar and we are terrified we ain't need help so much as to care to be alive y'all crystal clear hardship is here if we work we could bring down the pyramids now face the mirror and break the gears no hurt if you think you're a heroine there's a bell in my head that's been going off in a cell with a bed and a sawzall what the hell's in the back of your cerebellum? truth's there, let me hear when you tell 'em, tell 'em stay questioning not focusing on yesterday cause the hopelessness of changing our fate's too tasty so i beg, please, god take it away cause they feed on faith like meat on plates we get eaten (w)rappers getting thrown away i hold and wait smoke to remove the hate it's all love i know you know what to say, tell 'em damn let me take it in facts i be facing them strapped for attack but i'm mastering patience acting awake but i'm actually waning practice is lazy, it's back to the basement when i'm writing i'm fighting back all the liars they been hiding in your mind but they time is expiring now i'm firing shots along the wire you watch and sit and think ready or not? defending a plot of land try and get it and die or die trying, man, i swear to never give up alive i see with my eyes fight with song committed to resisting the system until it's long gone hit the bong hard, smack to the console high like the Concorde ask me if I'm home like Feivel i'm stuck in the west and i'm wondering what's coming next? you could bet it's the best of the dystopia that we're in pressed to the fence we are close to the end hedging all bets on the brokenest ship sheets up, bow to the wind once again we are stuck in a rut like we always have been empires just get constructed to fail look in between our legs for ya tail don't wait or we gon' kick the pail we unveil our plan, we gon' try rzarection all hands held high for ascension we got lost in the search for worth, we forgot about earth we supposed to be friends
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lovers walk two by two, doing things lovers do. they're in love. where am i? where am i? somewhere on my path, i hope. i feel alive but i wonder if i passed my goal i really try to aspire to be magical but i'm high off my ass from a bag of dope. so i choke and i wonder what i'm rapping for? i ain't mastered what i planned on: i haven't spoke poems that'll open closed domes with a hook; i ain't wrote much but i'm still closing the book cause i focus and look at the path that i'm taking. i'm real shook cause my mask has been breaking. i'm real cooked by this awful complacency all i could do is ask god to be straight with me lovers walk two by two i know i love you but where am i? lost, and afraid. tryna find the cause of my pain as it starts to rain... where am i? drunk in a rain storm bleary-eyed, sunk like my lame heart there is just a numb void where my pain formed just another dumb choice that i made wrong i struck a rather rough course, i'm amazed that i managed to make it this far with a beat-up hull, a weak mast and no knowledge of sailing i should have known this a task i would probably fail at my sapped growth is so slovenly, stale, old all i have is improperly-spelled notes to walk a mile in my moccasins, stop and then rob yourself smack your face and cry over bottled milk it's my problem so why do i feel let down? it's my stop but i don't want to touch ground i finally found you now i've hit bottom and it's my life without you.

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A Lighter Shade of Green... These songs are from 2010/2011.

Favorites: Man and Wife, Good for the Great, Bad Development

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released June 1, 2011

Desaparecidos, Conor Oberst, Matt and Kim, Sap, Donald Trump, Mac Miller, Detail, Lil Wayne, StarGate, Wiz Khalifa, Taylor Gang, Charli Brown, Rebecca Rose, Travis Austin, D.R.O.

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Zack de la Rouda Portland, Maine

i write songs and rap about weird stuff like love self-actualization civilization depression anarchism and taoism i like to eat from the garbage even though it's kinda hard to find organic stuff there i spend a lot of time alone somehow i am still releasing music ... more

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