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by The Mad Conductor

on Membership (2020)

[Hook]
The tiger got to hunt
The bird got to fly
The man got to sit and wonder why
The tiger got to sleep
The bird got to land
The man got to tell himself one day he'll understand

[Verse One: MC Devlin]
They cancelled all my shows throughout the lower south
So with my rapid fire motormouth I capsized the show promoter's house
Claimed my coin and copped a case of cola
Hopped a train so vain we was soaking down in NOLA
I'm a scatterbrain eating boxes of Zatarain's at the lacquer stains toppin' table tops
Tellin' K-ville cops that I don't have a name or occupation
That's when they lost they're patience
And brought me to the station for some cross examination
I'm being held under wrongful suspicion
All bundled up in an awkward position
Till my man the jailer handed me a file
I filed the bars and documents and wandered down the aisle
Once back on my hurtin' feet I hurdled free to bourbon street
Where unexpectedly I met a fleeter at a cappa cheese who want to murder me
Because my eighth grade grand pops stole the land with a gun in his hand
Now lookin' back it's just a blur
They stuck me for my fur plus my frankincense and myrrh
I had to been beaten in the head with the bike to feed my Blues
I won't dispute all my philosophical views
Although I didn't have many to lose
The most significant of them is one I often abuse

[Hook]

[Verse Two: MC Devlin]
I was awoken several hours later by defibrillators
Headed to the sixth level in a crowded elevator of the medicinal center
Where the doctors all said I would be shackled in forever to a hospital bed
They tried to calm me down with their sedatives and drowsiness
Then I read the proud text of Malcolm x
It taught I should never let them put my mouth to rest and speak out against
Money hungry charlatans and counterfeits
One day I snapped, gnawed through my straps
Fled my water lunging, threw the rubbers to a girl at mass and asked
The parishioners who were all in awe
"Why you worship this awful god with all you knobs?"
Jumped on the table ripped the box from off the wall
Swung it by a cable through the window in the hall
The nurses pulled cans of pepper spray from their purses
But their disperses prove worthless as I made a getaway to the surface
Pirated a charter boat across the gulf along the Florida coast to the Galapagos
Off in the distance a perforated roll
Ran through playing piano like worms through a skull

[Verse Three: MC Devlin]
Yo Nietzsche couldn't reach me nor could any of his kind
Cause cutting down vines with a simian mind is like tryin'
To drain the ocean out on the dry land
Even if you succeed the water meets up again
It's been a long time since my introspective journey
And with the help of a respected attorney
I moved out west to find a home in Idaho
Long from the land of Cajun catfish and Zydeco
And up here there ain't nothing to do
Unless your into having barnyard fun and huffing glue
And I'm not
So I sit and wonder lots
As my chargle didding mind sifting to another spot
Would stay out of picture women swim without a sone thought
In reality a man killed the next and stole his crops
And I used to do the same for an answer to my question
Till I figured out there ain't a man who has possession
Assuming there's a foundation there to possess
It's all too human too expect any sense
The thought would always claw at the back of my mind
Why outta all the great beasts why I had to be mine
Leg leg arm head upright spine
It's a members only club with one way to resign

[Hook]

The tiger got to hunt
The bird got to fly
The man got to sit and wonder why
The tiger got to sleep
The bird got to land
The man will never understand even if he thinks he can