Song lyrics and poetry
Money Blues:More times than not I don't have none I'ma tell ya what I got I got debt y'all Damn sure I got plenty money's never been a blessing it's been a curse and the evil's never ending I just keep on balancing
I'm talkin' bout, money money money get money money can't let it rule ya make sure yer the one at the helm money money get money money and it seems like society is a far cry from what we'd money money get money money really like it aught to be for you and me
I try to work somehow it seems I just can't take an order even when I can my head stays barely above water spend it on my herbs and give the rest to the super market empty is my pocket
I'm talkin' bout, money money money get money money can't let it rule ya make sure yer the one at the helm money money get money money and it seems like society is a far cry from what we'd money money get money money really like it aught to be for you and me
© 2007 J. Renard "Sidestreet Reny" Collette (ASCAP) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Cali to Cairo:
I've lived the life heads only read about, I know this because yer eyes reveal doubt, when I start to build on info pertainant to travels though bygone they're so relevant, preasent or future in all vocalization my intent it be pure in all type conversation stand firm with the truth and not with fabrication the exchange of information's at the root af all creation but some people are so stubborn and they set in their ways nomatter what you tell'em they're never amazed jelousy and envy be rampant these days they be postin' up a front just to get some praise
I been from.....Cali to Cairo lit stages like pyro from Denmark to Brooklyn my mentals be movin' don't stagnate I create gonna elevate my mind state eleviate the hate and take control of my own fate
Ya should be full up a joy not sadness or the badness will manifest and all that you create will be in vaine full up a thoughts and plant this seed from off yer chest when all yer really doin's causing pain when yer coming up in life ya get both good and evil but the ability to choose is only learned by some people, instilled in yer mind by parents teachers n'peers y'all gotta grasp it early on it's hard to learn in later years I know this first hand cus I've walked this path many a wonder in life ya know I walked rite past without a notice or picture to show this so I qoute this the only way I know this.... cus the past is gone and the future is'nt yet ya got to live today boi but still can't forget
I been from.....Cali to Cairo lit stages like pyro from Denmark to Brooklyn my mentals be movin' don't stagnate I create gonna elevate my mind state eleviate the hate and take control of my own fate
© 2007 J. Renard "Sidestreet Reny" Collette (ASCAP) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Just a Little Ditty v1:
As I walk through the streets of New York with my head up, I look and I can't find but still I don't let up, I've got to get up everytime I'm knocked down, struggle but keep on thriving on these sounds, generations and spirits to be dealt with, amalgomations of feelings getting lived with, your passing people passing judgement on passing peoples minds bent on intent.... shuns the ones and they shun the ones who lose, just to compensate for their own blues, who's town is this anyway? I choose to stay awake and never sleep on this here city, replace my hate with love, ....and stay alive to see
© 2007 J. Renard "Sidestreet Reny" Collette (ASCAP) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Grasping at Straws:
If I was to die tomarrow suddenly would there be and empty space left here by me? did I make any significant strides, or was it all me and did the evil in me outway the good in me?
Chorus: We all keep grasping at straws, through a seemingly never ending web of laws, and it's meant just to keep us in order, but little by little everyday we break on through the border, little by little everyday, break on through the border
everyday I wake to the shine of the sun not long from a sliver to the one, green trees bearing fruit for the pickin' walk on the grass who's air am I breathin' though I ain't pay nuthin' the bills keep comin' for the notes I'm strummin' this is my only contribution is this my only contribution?
Chorus: We all keep grasping at straws, through a seemingly never ending web of laws, and it's meant just to keep us in order, but little by little everyday we break on through the border, little by little everyday.....break on through the border
all that I want is a little bit of light, somethin to justify the fight, alittle piece of the fire bunin' to validate this feelin' this yearning so I can stop turning around n'round stop spinnin' and finally slow down
© 2007 J. Renard "Sidestreet Reny" Collette (ASCAP) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Battles:
my soul is faded both worn and abused by self and surroundings conflicted confused priveledged by artistic the freedom to be shallow raised by sadistic the intrinsic to shadows cast upon two lives like hemlock consumed 15 years in fermaldihide fermenting entombed by the years of volume too loud to even fathom the time that was wasted, the sink hole, the cassom not one beakon no lighthouse to guide me just a forced facad a father figure a falacy
I can't remember the times when things was nice boy ya ain't gotta ask me twice I'll pack my trunk off down the road I'll go ya stand there wringin' yer hands at me sayin' I told you so but if I can't remember a time when things was nice why would ya bother hangin'round the walls they crumble and the facads..........they all fall down
I'm of my own achord and left alone to become me against all I was led to believe I'm learning to see with my own eyes speak no more lies for the beast is dead and nolonger your memory lingers in my head you can reflect as you do on the so called better days rationalizing your efforts as you look through the haze and the delusions you created to deal with the hatred and the darkness that by your own hand was cultivated but the fact of the matter is the acts that have shattered the illusion of love so desperately scattered throughout your memories are all there is and all there will ever be......
I can't remember the times when things was nice boy ya ain't gotta ask me twice I'll pack my trunk off down the road I'll go ya stand there wringin' yer hands at me sayin' I told you so but if I can't remember a time when things was nice why would ya bother hangin'round the walls they crumble and the facads..........they all fall down
© 2007 J. Renard "Sidestreet Reny" Collette (ASCAP) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Early in the Morning:
early in the morning when I left my sweetheart straight through the night dem gal love I straight from start until the finished in a morning light when we part dem gal she loves who know bad the city but I man we can't stand the city
life ina di city yes is getting harder over population a melting pot boil over so many youths ina a ghetto never get further fi crack and a guns and a drugs and a ting a pure murder who can we thank I say we thank the governor break down fi the gate kill the oppressor but if ya kill all the wicked man a mass murder go straight fi the root of it all and change a power structure overthrow the government wait a minute back up son back up back up because yer way to deep sir cease and settle I see yer not a preacher I mon a come fi tell ya not like a teacher cuz before alla that ya hafi observertion yes a man a man a woman a woman together hand and hand we walk thru creation and one of our only duties is to keep living on so take good care of the pickny be a daddy and a mom
early in the morning when I left my sweetheart straight through the night dem gal love I straight from start until the finished in a morning light when we part dem gal she loves who know bad the city but I man we can't stand the city.....what about me?
watch a who no come down, who no come down fidit fidit fitfit some of the man dem slanderous, but soon dem hafi quit listen a poopa Ja-son wit di roughneck biz I mon a come fi tell ya just like we think it is nuff man dem wan fi test dem wan fi follow mi pon di two dem wan fi follow me pon the three three three dem wan fi follow but dis lyric y'all can't see because I man I fly much too free like pon trapeze wit the greatest of ease nuff man dem wan fi test but yo, ya can't fuck wit these
© 2007 J. Renard "Sidestreet Reny" Collette (ASCAP) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Roots Reality:
straight from the mental overflow from the mind, like in times of abundance and theres no chance to find, a space to get a word in edge-wise original man like jah sun said him no compromise, the statuses of mic apperatuses the matter is eh yo mind yer buisines, and step back when I man him start fi release, you don't wanna get caught by the shit comin' outa my head-piece....and the slackness has to cease, don't step with no gun shit unless ya brung it with kid, roots reality is the thing I man a fuck with, it could'a hiphop it could'a yardey style it could'a blues melody, many a ting I have pon file, so just max for a while son let me get my groove on........I am the one whitey-don
roots reality ina it is a natural fact one aspect of life say y'all cannot subtract it takes all kinds of vision if ya wanna make contact cuz music is the roots to make a soul.....wanna react now
My skills they be infinite so I don't hesitate, mentals they're so intricate so check the mind state, flow pon guitar or demonstrate pon dub plate in a vacuum can't create so I respect what I relate, in all I state comin' straight from the soul, take control while situations they unfold where the original american stories were first told, through music in men like Blind Lemon and Charlie Patton living in squaler sophisticated synchopations, Fats Waller to Lee Scatch and Marley, thats what I'm talkin bout when I'm talkin' bout....
roots reality ina it is a natural fact one aspect of life say y'all cannot subtract it takes all kinds of vision if ya wanna make contact cuz music is the roots to make a soul.....wanna react now
© 2007 J. Renard "Sidestreet Reny" Collette (ASCAP) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
BK:
take me back a yard take me back again take me back a yard yard take me back again Brooklyn town is callin' to me
if yer ever down here in Brooklyn stop by my neighborhood (x2) my door's always open, unless ya don't meen me no good
spent alota years travelin' theres good folks in every single town (x2) but if ya don't do rite by yer people they won't have you around
take me back a yard
take me back again
take me back a yard yard
take me back again
Brooklyn town is callin' to me
I love to learn somethin'
new from everybody that I meet (x2)
so come on old man and
show me everything you've seen
I wish I could
jump 'pon the beat
ride it rite back to Brooklyn
so I could stand 'pon Flatbush
eating jerk chicken patty's
g'wan to the bodega just to
get myself irie
hop 'pon the trai g'wan go
visit me mommy
not me baby gal
but the one that raised me
to know
rite from wrong
and always to show this
strive fi the betterment
and always take notice
where ya blessed
not where you fall short
and live yer live like
there's nuthin' ya can't afford
real friends are hard ta find
they come and go all the time (x2)
turn 'round an' leave you
sure as the sun will shine
take me back a yard
take me back again
take me back a yard yard
take me back again
Brooklyn town is callin' to me
if yer ever down here in Brooklyn
stop by my neighborhood (x2)
my door's always open, unless
ya don't meen me no good
© 2007 J. Renard "Sidestreet Reny" Collette (ASCAP) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Jeannie:
This thing it ain't easy, no it ain't I been grievin in my own way for the love and the time that got away I waited twenty some odd years ta here ya say
that ya had a place for me always and kept it there that the loss was great but not too much to bare and the wedge that was time got in our way but it would fall to the ground on that very day
you left me, for the last time with no farewell, no letter or no rhyme no more poetry to ease my mind just a book full of memories, but there not mine
you know that I think of you every now and then with a heart thats full and remember when we were in the presence of love, if not just for a day one fleeting moment before you go away
you left me, for the last time with no farewell, no letter or no rhyme no more poetry to ease my mind just a book full of memories, but there not mine
© 2007 J. Renard "Sidestreet Reny" Collette (ASCAP) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
U Know:
you know I will make you hate me (x2)
circumstances never seem to correspond multiple facets of the nature of what's dawned on me to view myself as you see me you say everythings okay but in yer heart and mind
you know I will make you hate me (x2)
sit by the sidelines and watch as it all unfolds drawing lines in the sand my demands are far too bold to be rooted in a place of love or so I'm told, but there's only so much time to change yer mind and time takes it's tole
you know I will make you hate me (x2)
© 2007 J. Renard "Sidestreet Reny" Collette (ASCAP) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
