Protectors of the Heat - Hemlock Ernst, Open Mike Eagle, Paul White

Sticks we pick up, sticks we pick up

Sticks and stones that get thrown at these stick-up kids

Just kids, you know

These kids can grow

Pundits denying them this

So we pick up sticks for stick-up kids

Sticks we pick up, sticks we pick up

Sticks and stones that get thrown at these stick-up kids

Just kids, you know?

These kids can’t grow without sunlight and grit

So for stick-up kids we pick up sticks

Sticks, we pick up sticks, we pick up sticks

Sticks, we pick up sticks, we pick up sticks

Sticks, we pick up sticks, we pick up sticks

Sticks, we pick up sticks, we pick up sticks

Gatsby

Seven headed dragon, ashy wake of vital Casio

Carry pens by the gallon load

Lil Mario tortoise shell spectacles and monocles

Diamond-fitted

Spinning from ruby necklaces, high polish

I ain’t got a wallet

Just paper clips and newspaper clippings

Suggestion: new paper’s mission’s overtaking the district

Far from pensive

Emotionally unstable when looking from grave to cradle

B-boy in me, headspin like a dreidel

Tongue moves

The simplest sentences

Past the nimblest premises

Guards officiate the remnants

For the God divines the way the spine is crooked

And hookers need a dinner mint after Sunday supper out on 25th

Part the lips, force fed monogamy

Since bible verses prefaced place settings

Silver spoon, table--mahogany

Trouble knew Morse code

Tapped, tip-toe by proxy

Oxycontin levels maximized by runners high, honest why?

No simple way around this elevation

Cliff running for young son--darting

Out from undertow

Bury my opponents in a wave of exhalation

Ten ton flow, American

Blue Beard and Thunder Crow

Too much for these young minds to handle

Dismantle candles and stardust

Circle wax around the artist

Sticks we pick up, sticks we pick up

Sticks and stones that get thrown at these stick-up kids

Just kids, you know

These kids can grow

Pundits denying them this

So we pick up sticks for stick-up kids

Sticks we pick up, sticks we pick up

Sticks and stones that get thrown at these stick-up kids

Just kids, you know?

These kids can’t grow without sunlight and grit

So for stick-up kids we pick up sticks

Sticks, we pick up sticks, we pick up sticks

Sticks, we pick up sticks, we pick up sticks

Sticks, we pick up sticks, we pick up sticks

Sticks, we pick up sticks, we pick up sticks

I’m in an MJ jacket with eleven gold buttons

Trying to tell you what to do when I never know nothing

It’s a secret, we’re all damn desperate for it

Flitting through the long grass with lungs full of petrichor

What’s the method?

Fuck it’s a suggestion

Look at the assumption that’s snuck into the questions

I’m grown, my dinner’s vanilla cones

Skeletons in closets, big thick gorilla bones!

And everything’s encrusted

Like jewellery or better yet chicken breast

Quick pick;

oral or written test?

Which pick florals for vision quest

A little warm death from Cassandra

Accompanying checks from a sponsor

I’ll text you a mantra

Inhaled through your chest is enlarged on your exhales say «Jeff you’re a

monster»

I’m vexing my own damn concerts

This mic’s dumb

I’m at the airport staring at my sliced thumb

Cookie-faced about to go through security

Sticks we pick up, sticks we pick up

Sticks and stones that get thrown at these stick-up kids

Just kids, you know

These kids can grow

Pundits denying them this

So we pick up sticks for stick-up kids

Sticks we pick up, sticks we pick up

Sticks and stones that get thrown at these stick-up kids

Just kids, you know?

These kids can’t grow without sunlight and grit

So for stick-up kids we pick up sticks

Sticks, we pick up sticks, we pick up sticks

Sticks, we pick up sticks, we pick up sticks

Sticks, we pick up sticks, we pick up sticks

Sticks, we pick up sticks, we pick up sticks