Reconstructive Surgery

(Crocker Verse)
/I write 'cause stackin' chips means: more weight on my shoulder/ Another cross to bare, another valley to soldier/ Write for the peaks that seem so out of reach/ That they'll turn an ear here, and take the time for my piece/ That there's dawn after the dusk that I paint on a beat/ That rap's more than a trend of actin' a hood in the street/ That Caz'll get his due and the money that's owed him/ I write to keep it balanced, gravity into motion/ Write to show my brothers that you can be who you want/ And not have to fall prey to that small town rot/ Minimum wage job and a dub-wide trailer/ Everything Wal-Mart, not a bit of it tailored/ Write to escape the place that defines me so/ Where they prefer I take it down and to rhyme beats slow/ Write to show the contradictions, yeah, even my own/ I write to bring the light and hope it tides me close/

(Krosswordze Verse)

/If ever were there a reason, a motivation for speaking/
/I know a nation that's grieving, cause it's people are bleeding/
/Forced into believing what the media feed it/ Agreeing that we're needing to see what they ain't feeding/ Hope isn't among us/ The darkness is breeding a fungus/ A pestilent plague that poisons peoples & pages/ My history promise, of living life in abundance/ Won't change the horrors that hunt us and then those that confront us/ They say that music is the thing that's keeping me young/ I say I'm "The revenge of a slave who was beating and hung"/ So I cringe from the hate and the grief of the dumb../ And I can't understand, the streets are so numb/
/To be bequeathed with a queen and a crown of knowledge/ And all the stuff I never learned in college/So my fears are abolished, and my peers become polished/So they shine, We shine, the labels' demolished/ And in time, I find, that mine's can reach the stars/ So you see us? Yeah, we tear it apart/ And I know it can reach us/ And I want to speak to all of us, each of us/ That's why Kris Parker is the greatest to teach it/ Crocker told Kronkite to get Kross to write it/ So Kross put it down and now Kross is excited/ So this cross that I carry be the cross that ignites us/ Carry us past the threshold and we united/


(Walter Kronkite Verse)

/Page filled antidotes stimulating your mind
Bars for the stars and a flow beyond your time
My peace is inner, kind of strange for a white guy
Throwing words together martial arts, cut it up, samurai
I don’t blur my face because I’m camera shy
I just want you to hear the music before you decide
Until then, get all of my words come in as shots
Sly fox, crazy thinking, mind outside the box
I got something that others can’t be taught
And a story, I’ve been told, won’t be bought
Not looking for gratification, more like anticipation
I feel like I’m always racing, and everyone I’m facing
Please test my lines, I bet they won’t break
Cause one thing my lines are? Never fake
Murder on the mic, got a homicidal outlook
Arson when they start him, don’t even need a matchbook/