A multi-speaker performance mixing spoken word, rap, and sung choruses explores substance use, regret, and accountability. Participants grapple with secrets, fractured relationships, and whether to stay in or leave Brooklyn, using repetitive motifs to create a raw, confessional atmosphere about identity and the cost of past choices.
It's too loud if I'm talking like this.
The things you do are ill-advised. Hearing that and I'm not surprised. The old norm don't always translate. You're a star still trying to imitate.
Happiness ain't by choice. Hope you choose me as your voice.
Smoke my problems away. I do it every single day. Rip the bong or roll a J. Don't help you in the long game. Growing cold, I'm getting low. All the green is where I'm from. From the day, no more problems today.
I'm gonna be playing like this. Let's go! Yeah! All right, let's go.
Grady, quiet.
It's pretty quiet.
I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are, secrets, secrets are. I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are, secrets, secrets are. So I am what? So I am what?
Weep like a lion, but you're not as brave as you were as a star.
Raise yourself and break your slump. Take all the courage you have.
No!
And waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your head.
When it was not your fault but mine.
You know that you have seen this all before. Tremble, little lion, man will never suffer any of your scorn. The grace is wasted in your face, your boldness stands alone among the wreck.
Now learn from your mother, or spend your days biting your own neck. But it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line. I really fucked it up this time, didn't I, my dear? But it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line. I really fucked it up this time, didn't I, my dear? I really fucked it up this time, didn't I, my dear?
No!
It was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line. I really fucked it up this time, didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my dear? Okay, sounds good. Are you gonna do the same shit?
Yeah.
You don't even like girls.
It's confusing because you're feeling, but you ain't gonna be the one to say you ever did me dirty.
France in a Pontiac, had to dodge a van.
Man, excuse me sir, what's the quickest route to Boston, Mass?
He was speaking French, started talking fast. I started bleeding red from my nostril glands.
I can't keep depending on the Xans, but I can't sleep without a mom and dad.
Every day a different toxic plant. Bought a bag of pills to toss them back. Every May these ladies wanna dance. If you wanna touch my dick, go wash your hands. I'm organic, you're like processed ham. I give orgasms to digging bitches you like calling brat. Cross-examine all the pots and pans in the kitchen. Easy Mac keeps on whipping lots of crap.
Crap, crap.
Okay.
I mean, I don't condone it, but like, come on, you know you want it. And even though I don't condone it, I'm at Dunkin' Donuts.
Talk to a drug, why not?
'Cause they're too much fun and you'll just want more when they're done.
Talk to a drug, okay?
'Cause they're the best thing ever and it's so fun getting fucked up.
When you talk to a drug, life will never be the same. Damn, without them everything's lame. Talk to a drug, why not? Drugs are bad, okay? And you don't wanna end up like us.
Don't do drugs, but 'cause they're too much fun and you just want more when they're done. Don't do drugs, but 'cause they're the best thing ever and it's so fun getting fucked up.
Wait, don't do drugs, but life will never be the same. Damn it, out there everything's like cracks. Don't do drugs, but trouble days coming and you don't wanna end up like us. Don't do drugs.
We should take a walk someday, dream about what we could have been.
But I don't want to leave this place, there's no fate in Brooklyn.
Yeah, if I move out one day, it will make me a better man.
What about you, man? But I don't want to leave this place.
But that don't mean to let the competition pass me. I'm Moneyball, Billy Bean in some skinny jeans, and the whole damn team just some mini-me's, 'cause they ain't seen another kid like this. It's on your mind, baby, you should probably write this. I told her I could dance good for a white kid. Turn around, show me everything I might miss.
Wish it to you all someday. Give it up, give it up, give it up. I don't wanna be this guy.
