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Verse I
Johnnys in the basement, he's making beats
I'm up on the pavement and walking down the street
with my headphones tuned in, keeps the feet moving
now who's up in the house, come on and check it, check it out
this ain't the suburbs, Howard, subterranean
open up the paper seems times is getting strange again
afraid to be out, if I believed what they was telling me
but none the happier if I bought what they were selling me
so seldom do we welcome the unknown into our backyard
past guards and barriers, days is getting scarier
with pit bull terriers and terrorism
split decision like a prism, lack of light blurs your vision
I'm tuned into the night news, whats going down
what happened to the insight, its not around
I'm seeing nothing but funk, only open your eyes
what passes now for truth is only funk in disguise

Chorus
I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk
I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk
(x4)

Verse II
Maggies coming fleet foot, she's always running
breathing air that's full of black soot, I seen it coming
we poison the skies willingly with sports utilities
so seldomly I see people walking no more
with a locked door and alarm, dead bolt and they're armed
private property is stopping me from feeling at home
what happened to community? I guess we lost it
trumped by security, at any cost its
funk in large quantities, the stakes is high
this life is just an odyssey, some pass it by
I try to make the most of it, exposing the light
supposing that this prose composed can hope to focus your sight
broken hopes and shattered dreams, its the saddest thing
tears of poverty stream, a status rarely seen
or heard, a facade is this land of opportunity
I'd rather stay odd and keep this funk from consuming me

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from << Two Sides >>, released October 10, 2010

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Above/Below New London, Connecticut

Above/Below was born in New London, CT circa 2008. Their debut full-length release <<Two Sides>> garnered international acclaim and won the 2011 Whalie award for Album of the Year. Nearly a decade later, A/B is back with new music.

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