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Levels of Wacker Drive

from Ordinary ᗡ​ɘ​lu​ƨ​ionƨ by Sol Patches

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10. Levels of Wacker Drive
1. Have you seen a street split into two levels?
2. Have you ever been lost or delayed there because you drove down lower the Wacker Drive instead of Wacker Drive on the surface?
3. Have you stayed in those high rise Wacker Drive apartments in the downtown area during 2015?
4. Were you up so high there that when you looked down there was just another lower ground below upper and lower Wacker into the water if you fell?
5. Did you go through a break up on Drive near Lakeshore?
6. Was 2015 anticipating the years to come the further you left Wacker, the furthest Wacker has left you?

If you answered to yes to one of the questions you might be entitled to hear this song.

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Walking in the world day
Can’t ease or stop
I was lost on lower Wacker
Where da trees don’t talk
Had to trip on a heart joke
Everybody want to smoke
Till they ass get smoked

I wasn’t living on reggie
I was living on that fuck me
Before you could ever love me
I’on do flowers in towers
Cut my throat in this hour
When does it all feel so sour?
And you can’t cope with some power?
When they love to abandon you dire
I never can fan up the fire
I always alone when I’m tired
I write when I’m full of the desire
My mind is an open
multiplier
How many thoughts do I have to aspire to
Just say im (un)like you

Since when did I had to go call it mine
I was living in a hollow mind

Fitted for the only line
I ain't been outside
Hold up wait
I been on some healing
Blow up (aye)

Catch a motherfucker outside and don’t awake up
I wonder how my dreams use to live in a layup
Make it outta the hood just to make another system

Living in apparatus of a rhythm
I wonder how the world looked outside before I
Was thrown in it’s prism (prison)
Or grown in it to be risen

While my Phone ringing with the touch screen
I Can’t touch dreams
I’ve lost steam

I had to walk between my own thoughts of things
And forget what it all means

Everyday variables
Varying schedules
Take it in edibles
Just to be legible
Talking to my doctor
Like refine my gender
Un-define these feelings

Steeped in the present
Cut like a crescent
Queer with an essence
Of adolescence
Wasn’t holy presence
Was brutal violence
Open sirens
Abusive (ap)parent
Its apparent broke my real
Changed my feel
Taught me things of all these things
That I can’t see
That I can’t (can) be

People wanna wait up when they
Try to go sleep on me
Got beef on me
Before I----
Lived in my only truth
They came for my eagle eye
Built with they evil eye
I stroll with no people right
No righteousness with the sigh
Just ratchet-ness with my high

I came up on nothing right
I'm still on that nothing flight
My style in the wild of a child
But the affect just feel so mild
Harold’s sauce \chicken kitchen
Bitch im cooking loose the hooker
Chorus eye of Horus boredom
Knowledge aint a totem
I thought you
I thought you knew
I thought you knew
I told’ em.


Slide up
With a ride up
When ya ‘high up
Can’t fly up

It feels real
..Cause it feels real…..

Drop into the mix like I’m lonely
Always hit em up like a OG
Or any day
Your not just any face
Let me face it
I go by any way…..

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from Ordinary ᗡ​ɘ​lu​ƨ​ionƨ, released March 18, 2023

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IG: @solcabrini

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