The beginning of our spring is goin’ an awful way Instead of packin’ our coats we’re throwin’ ‘em on today The destination’s the same, we’re just goin’ the longer way It’s alright now, it’s just snowin’ on my parade You know spring in Minnesota like a mastodon In block of ice with her sunglasses on it’s like santa claus with his sandals on hits 45 degrees and we’re plannin’ on these long walks, bike rides and barbecues with the kids, the stiffs and all the artists too its been a tough winter and we’ve had it long get a glimpse of the green before they addin’ on to the meltin’ snow before it hardly grew grabbin’ on to the visions our heart would choose step to go to fun you would start to do no jacket on, but what I can impart to you when the cold hesitates and you feel the imminent kiss from spring’s eminent lips pucker up for an ignorant dis cuz when you run out for the sun like lickety split is right when you step out to that wintery mix The beginning of our spring is goin’ an awful way Instead of packin’ our coats we’re throwin’ ‘em on today The destination’s the same, we’re just goin’ the longer way It’s alright now, it’s just snowin’ on my parade we’re minnesnowtans, and we be singin’ let it snow but when its ten below at de mayo we gotta tell ‘em let it go ok it wasn’t that cold for cinco but those little warns from weather channel were talkin’ about some winter storms just the week before seein’ what them jeeps are for sleet and four inches of snow pourin’ on the streets galore jeez, my lord, ease our poor miserable lives these days have created such cynical eyes we gettin’ beat down, still face the day puttin’ our feet down to the concrete jumpstart the heart heat now “they say next week is in the 50’s” the next day, hittin’ 30 is iffy it’s getting’ gritty bustin’ out the grill in the 40’s is just rebellin’ we tunin’ out the forecast and all the temps they tellin’ It’s outta wack, outta balance it’s all absurd Turn the readio off, ain’t tryin’ to hear no Paul Huttner The beginning of our spring is goin’ an awful way Instead of packin’ our coats we’re throwin’ ‘em on today The destination’s the same, we’re just goin’ the longer way It’s alright now, it’s just snowin’ on my parade

You know the type Roll at night take a chance Just to roll the dice Even though he know he can’t roll ‘em right Dolemite, in his head but he old and stale You know this well Hit 30 lookin’ old as hell S’been 15 years since cold and pale 15 minutes he’ll be goin’ to jail Overnight like a hotel even hold his cell Po’s ask for name’s and he’s goin’ to tell Wholesale ain’t a wholesome sale hustle all day makin’ no sales drinkin’ potent ale float like foam to the top of a crab barrel slick with a plot of an unplanned peril dangerous with schemes and tactics unhatchin’ hit the scene like a rat with sunglasses “hey man, you wanna shot? wanna blaze this? you wanna taste? By the way my name is…” he’s 45 with no job and no vision steady slobbin’, no style no wisdom he was the “go to” in college now those kids have grown up and now they all know better than to hang with no shmuck A trashcan, a trashed man at a bus stop Like the sandman hit a grandslam or what not dreamin’ when awake not creativelay I’m talkin’ ‘bout hallucinations that stay that way My minds playin’ tricks on me playin’ on repeat The streets are talkin’, and they ain’t been discreet Walkin’ down the ave with those pilots on Now he cookin’ with gas without the pilot on rolli’n to the wendy’s with friends for gas money Sellin’ joints to get drunk still hungry He got a tight crew of hype dudes ‘mean hypes not dope doped up bring somethin’ to put a light to You could put their life stories in a haiku Put a pipe to what they might do Livin’ like in high school Same style same prowl On the same grounds Bumpin’ scratched cd’s with the same sounds There’s a war outside no one is safe from You’ll get an offer for some powders or a dank bud Mushrooms, acid, needles til the days done Wakin’ with the junkies still buggin’ til ain’t fun Then graduate dodgin’ bullets from a paint gun To a real one, addiction got you divin’ to your fate What’s fun in the shadows, in the day looks funky What feels good when your 20, when your 30 looks crusty he’s 45 with no job and no vision steady slobbin’, no style no wisdom he was the “go to” in college now those kids have grown up and they all know better than to hang with no shmuck

We are beautiful, frail and powerful … they don’t like the way we grow … say we tryin’ to take control …the gardens that grow ...diggin’ in the dirt the gardens that grow don’t happen on accident roots run deep and get tapped into madness like we’re mappin’ the grandest but we ‘re plantin’ the sadnesses steady uproot and be scrappin the tannest kids trapped in a land that gives frantic and panicked attacks see our seeds rise sayin’ “send ‘em all travelin’ back” mad and they adamant that stolen land is owned won’t be handin’ it back but couldn’t last in our absences and keep us around but won’t be havin’ the classes mix roses are reserved for the gardens of palaces but what’s a rose by another name? just a thorny weed over growin’ the same and they out on their own and their outta control and they outta they mind and they outta they soul and we got stay focused and we gotta keep reachin’ into earth out in the world til it ceases They call us weeds, they don’t like the way we grow Try to cut us down, say we tryin’ to take control only growing...diggin’ in the dirt pushin’ through the shit, the garbage and the murk we’re in your backyard we’re at your schools we’re in your hoods wearin’ the truth We are growing through the pain We are dandelions, and We are everywhere Estranged from our roots scattered from our family kept from the truth makin’ magic from insanity what we own is insufficient but we spread it out like it was butter on a biscuit butter on the concrete, draggin’ on the gravel they rub it in and tryin’ to drive it home with gavels I mean edgers, I mean drugs, I mean pesticides I mean fast food, distractions that anesthetize I mean the fucked up messages are emphasized I mean relationships, sex and violence, desensitized I mean prison, I mean slaves they expect to die I mean inspect these lies so we can set aside And move forward with a present mind Bring our seeds to a plot where they can centralize on the come up, been workin’ for so long not to take control just tryin’ to hold on no home, our seeds ride on the wind searching for some space where we can begin again no home, our seeds ride on the wind searching for some space where we can begin again They call us weeds, they don’t like the way we grow Try to cut us down, say we tryin’ to take control only growing...diggin’ in the dirt pushin’ through the shit, the garbage and the murk we’re in your backyard we’re at your schools we’re in your hoods wearin’ the truth We are growing through the pain We are dandelions, and We are everywhere We are being trampled under foot We are systematically poisoned and uprooted We are growing through the pain We are dandelions, and We are everywhere

Jim Morrison, seein’ through the doors Livin’ in the moment, that’s what truth is for Time keeps slippin’ seein’ to the core Wrestle with ideas, about the struggle like a luchador Y si sigue listen to what see dice I breathe deeply and speak it just to relieve the triste Or dig into it and come out on the other side Misery of darkness see the light of day and run and hide it’s too foreign, too strange and alien they’d rather stick with what they know and feel the pain again comfortable confusion hidin’ from the light of day in a hide a way around the corner just a smile away from getting’ frightened and runnin’ the mind is miles away don’t wanna make decisions goin’ with what simon say knock on the window leave an invite for another day Plantin’ seeds for future tree that you can climb and come away Why stay inside tryin’ focus on the bad and the pain? I’m writin’ lines that be capturin’ the light of the day I’ve lived a thousand lives tryin’ to lead to the light of the way And that could change but it isn’t gonna happen today That trees reachin’ to the seeds splittin’ Pushin’ for the future, that’s what see’s spittin’ It’s been told and been rewritten Optimistic to the point that they like “he’s kiddin’” I’m the alchemist chillin’ like “Maktub” still practical enough to tell the babies “achtung” Realist --- half full/half empty This is what we got either way – can’t test me Can’t tempt me with the arguments that land gently Full of deceit that’s misleading and deadly Yo… It’s the poison of the consciousness It turns words to white noise and silences Listen to the quiet mind and what silence says Unless it isn’t you and that voice condescends This isn’t common sense don’t be mad if you don’t know it Just open up and to know the ledge and go for it Trichknowledge on the prowl tryin’ to keep you down All around propaganda can be found here and now Make your worst enemy their own worst enemy That’s us get out your head and turn the tendencies Why stay inside tryin’ focus on the bad and the pain? I’m writin’ lines that be capturin’ the light of the day I’ve lived a thousand lives tryin’ to lead to the light of the way And that could change but it isn’t gonna happen today