Lil’ Joe: Maybe I should tell you a little about myself;
My name is Joe Sales, 12 years old…
You might think I’m a little crazy… Everybody thinks I’m crazy… Course I’m crazy…
You wanna hear it again? You don’t? I don’t care, you’re hearin’ it again, ‘cause I want to…

Jolowmight: Guess it’s been with me so long/ that I forgot/ I under-appreciated/ no more depreciation/ thank you God/ for giving me a treasure/ so I’m careful with every measure/ so much more than pleasure/ and sometimes it ain’t all gravy/ and the best you can get out of life is “maybe”/ probably thought that me at twelve would never see this day/ would never pray/ would never get a chance to say/ that I “can’t, won’t, don’t stop”/ “never stop”/ and I ain’t alone/ no, on this microphone/ I am sundry/ with my three sisters/ yes, sucka mc we are a permanent fixture/ the song shall become the means/ but the struggle remains infinite/ it never ends/ let’s begin

Magenta Jazz: Keep on trusting in that gold/but you’ve already lost control
J(x) Cervantes: Never had it in the first place/ ‘cause you’re enslaved by fear/ never moved by tears/ but it is clear as crystal meth amphetamine/ that we have given up on our dreams
Shaneé: Livin’ in a nightmare/ pulling out my hair/ got no time to share/ beginning to wonder if this is more than we could ever bear
Ms. Mimi: It seems paradoxical to say/ but since this thing is infinite/ even this too shall soon pass away/ now we know there’s stress/ now the Sundry moves into the wilderness

Magenta and Shaneé: We are Sundry/ we are elemental/ Spirit will bring out our potential/ love is more than being sentimental
Magenta: Won’t get caught up in the game of deception/ turning stones into bread is misdirection/ when feeding the hungry is your profession
Shaneé: authority and power over every nation/ seems like God’s equation for us to get things done/ but the Spirit complicates the meaning of “vocation”
Magenta and Shaneé: And if you is really God’s child/ go on ahead and start to fly/ throw yourself off this steeple/ impress a bunch of people/ ‘cause gods ain’t concerned with things that are lethal

The Sundry:
Walking Spirit-filled doesn’t make us divine
It makes us more human than we’ve ever been
It’s what let Calvin and Hobbes shine
But we find ourselves accompanied with a violent twin
Because breath grants the possibility of crime
The reality of sin and not letting your neighbor in
Even God’s blessings can be used destructively
It’s coming… It’s on the horizon… Don’t find it surprising…

Oh Lord… The trouble I see… The trouble I see…
I got to feel (the trouble I see)
Identify (the stuff we can’t see)
Expose (what we cover up)
Subvert (the trouble that we see)
I gotta survive (the trouble we see)
Transform (trouble, trouble…)
Resist… the trouble I see…


Mimi: I’m set free like a soft wind in June
Or maybe just a midnighted moon
Jolowmight: With nothing but the stars and heavens guidin’ me
Feelin’ free and chillin’ in the place to be
Mimi: Hee hee hee/ It ain’t a laughing matter/
When the keys to you chains go “pitter-patter”
Jolowmight: cut out the chatter, the loud talk, the dissin’/
cuz you got it bring it with you/ or be stuck reminiscing
Mimi: reminding yourself of a long lost friend/
That you promised you’ll ‘til the end
Jolowmight: But the end came too fast/ we couldn’t make it last/
And the passing of time can dull any rhyme
Mimi: Record keep spinnin’/ hittin’ on a dime/
Can’t press rewind/ but we dance with time
Jolowmight: And a twelve-year-old kid had to grow into a man/
Who wears Vans/ and still works on his master plan…