Armed with nothing but arms and the warm parts that make us man
We live and love to enjoy life as happily as we can
My heart's red and I have a phone with an unlimited data plan
So I can text my friends or google what I want all in my hand
They've got their index on AK triggers
We have IG open up under our fingers
How does the shooter look through any number of filters
Gut's sick with Ludwig, summer of killers
Do you think some folks just aren't made right
More machine than human being
With minds of great whites and hands of shank knives
Coursing with steam instead of blood, that overheats and break pipes
Given the fulfillment of getting something great when they take lives
Or is it gun control and the laws in state lines
That influence or allow the action of hate crimes
Is it religious fervor a fever fed since age 5
Video games, marijuana, a Marilyn Manson stage dive
News spreads fast through the timeline grape vine
My Facebook friends are news anchors, CNN cant replace vine
Does it taste better when you're told it tastes fine
When the world gives you lemons you just gotta make wine
Is there a true safe space anywhere across the earth
When we experience loss we're at a loss for words
These scribblings can't express the crippling distress these thoughts bring
Or protect our siblings from the singing of the shot's ring
I'm learning to hear sirens like white noise to sleep and relax
And remembering our body's temporary, even our tats
So when these horrifying acts shake our Eden know I fear it too
And that when you bleed, I'm bleeding
Yup, I'm here with you.
He was born with his sexuality backwards
And the homo strives to be a rapper
But rap's homophobic, so why should he listen
When it's not made for him, it’s for straight men and butchy women
He adapted by subtracting personality from actions
And focused on being straight, or at least, "straight acting"
But music’s his passion, there he felt protected
Though he believed he had to keep himself and music separate
As if the real correct him had to be corrected
Wasn’t even sure his DJ would accept it
This culture's his release
But by this culture he's neglected
Though its roots are from oppression
His objections are rejected
And he wouldn't be pressed on record unless he repressed it
That’s how it is and he grew to expect it
'Til realizing hiding gives in to their pressure
And validates the concept that a gay man is lesser
As if it's a disease, treated like a leper
Why the fuck you think I stayed so long in the dresser
I want to love life, I do really bad
But life's a bitch, and I'm a fucking fag
Nothing fabulous about being type cast as fabulous
Or hearing your honest way of life used as a diss
You can hate me, but I wont hate you
This isn't gay rap, do gay chefs make gay food?
Now throw your hands in the air
If you won't hold hands because people will stare
And wave em side to side
If you don’t feel proud when you hear the word pride
MC's won't see me equally
Like this weakens me
I know "flamers" disowned by their homes and thrown to the streets
Taunted and beat, the things they’ve seen…
Most kings of rap haven’t been through half the hard shit as these queens
Im not exploiting a niche
It's more than a cause
It's cuz Patrick was perfect
But flawed under god
So I'm coming out for the brightest man I've met
Ashamed to hold up his head, found hung by his neck
Im scared, but I don't want the younger generation to feel this afraid
They have to see a gay candidate
Just to show kids it's possible to run
And who they are’s not an obstacle to jump.
about
"Christopher St Cypher" is an EP from NY based MC and producer F. Virtue in celebration of Pride, in memory of Orlando's Pulse shooting victims, and for the members of the LGBT and POC communities worldwide that are faced with inequality, persecution, and death, just for being themselves.
All sales of this album will be donated to the International Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans and Intersex Association: ilga.org