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[Verse 1]

Do you remember how you look without your makeup on?
or (meaning) how your heart felt before your break-up?
…on life goes.
The cover-up is worse than the crime.
Why we all use artificial light when we shine so bright
with the lights off?…
run so fast with the Nikes off…
throw away the keys, take the bikes off-road…
and roll to places we never show
take back everything we ever stole from ourselves and
stowed up on the higher shelves, hiding from our higher selves,
we’re wandering under wand-less spells,
it dwells in a place so deep where we speak with
no insecurities
no impurities
pure are these thoughts but they like dirty talk
words doing the dutty-wine, heads-spinnin
it’s fine.
we’ll find level-headedness gets nowhere
we’re all too busy not being beings to care
so we won’t let it go to our heads
let the head push it back down instead
we’re sippin on the same Kool-Aid we’ve bled
put on our best shoes just to be misled
it seems everybody’s singin bout ‘get bread’
but you don’t even see cuz of how it gets said
we’re sleeping on ourselves–we are our own beds
never live up to potential we were fed, we won’t let it go to our heads

[Verse 2]

I’m in a room full of people everybody’s looking down
conversation is nowhere to be found…
cuz everybody’s on their phone
might as well have just stayed home
why come out in public for what you could do alone?
and it’s tv’s everywhere. what’s on we don’t care.
just stand there and mindlessly stare
buy a couple drinks to remind us we there
in a couple weeks you’ll find us, we there
back there–same spot–more Facebook friends
but less to depend on if ever Facebook ends
the topic that trends
is changing every second
wonder as we get connected, real connections are we wrecking
are we stepping closer to each other or moving apart?
seeing more light or making more dark?
you my Ace, but I don’t know your number by heart
I feel lonelier and dumber
but my phone’s so smart
with a lot of numbers in it
most of em wouldn’t call
pick me up from the airport
or catch me if I fall

so I guess that’s all
I guess that’s all

I won’t let it go to my head, let the head push it back down instead
am I sippin on the same Kool-Aid I’ve bled
puttin on my best shoes just to be misled

and if everybody’s singing bout ‘get bread’
will they listen to me when my words get said?
or am I sleeping on myself?–maybe I’m my own bed
will I live up to potential I was fed…will I let it go to my head?

Happy Valentine’s Day! In honor of the occasion, here’s my love letter to hip-hop. This is from my upcoming promotional video that’s still in editing, but in light of some recent events I wanted to share this now. Thank you very much for your support.


Verse 1:

I’m Tarica June, I’m sittin on the moon with my legs swingin/
you would think my name was Dre the way I keep the heads ringin,

but I’m bringin everybody up to my level
savin pennies for my thoughts that they try to embezzle/

they is bizzles–they be actin like they real when they ain’t/
they aint changin the game, they chill in the paint/

no outside shot, only doin what’s expected/
go head and prove me wrong I’ll gladly stand corrected/

recognize and respect it, this has been interjected/

they wasn’t payin attention and the ball got intercepted/

I’m about to run that joint way down the field, I’m unsigned, no deal, I give a f**k how they feel/
cuz it’s real–it’s a movement that I’m startin this year/

it is called make the music that you would wanna hear/
you can spend your bars making love to your cars/

or you could help us all travel past Mars, be the stars/


Dear Hip-Hop, don’t worry, I got you
I know others masquerading and they faking, they not you
I’mma get it all straight and represent when I rock you
I know they been tryna kill you, Boo, I won’t let em pop you, no

Verse 2:

I’m Tarica June, I don’t be following no freakin templates
–you know that already if you listened to my mixtape

if you didn’t, get your sh*t straight,
get to downloading, I ain’t holding up, this ain’t waiting/

for them to come and recognize it/
it’s better than what came before any way that you size it/

up…that’s the direction that I’m goin in, they lookin at me like they don’t know the language
I’m flowin in/

either way, they’ll be throwin in the towel after while/
sittin back and talkin about how I got my own style/

tryna copy me while I’m on to the next, no time for an imitator/hater no stress/
yes…you have officially been blessed/

your new favorite rapper stay in heels or a dress, with some locs,
still she don’t fit up in anybody’s box/

no tellin where the spaceship stops, throw rocks, yeah…
I wanna rock right now

Tarica June and I can only get down/

I’m soon to be internationally known/
so if you aint support, don’t ring my phone when I get on


Verse 3:

I grew up on Queen Latifah, Slick Rick, Moni Love, KRS, De La

tell me what y’all thinkin of

what do y’all be rappin bout?
what do y’all be rappin for?

this sh*t just aint workin out
we could all be doing more/

so I’m comin back for this hip-hop music
cuz it ain’t nothin like hip-hop music

food for the people ‘fore the corporations used it

hard to deny it, don’t try it, be quiet
I’m comin for the fakers, I’m a one-woman riot/

and the difference is with me I give it everything inside it’s
not a game–I know from whence it came/

it’s a shame how we gave it all up for the bling and the fame but/
me and hip-hop go back like car seats/

so we ain’t allowin none of that wack on our streets/
we rememberin the days of the wax and concrete/

and if y’all aint respectin that sh*t don’t speak

me and hip-hop go back like cornrows/
so we comin and we callin you out at your shows

till they runnin in and haulin you out, and doors close/
and they all be like just don’t speak–Morse code



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