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There's gotta be some kind of solution to
I don't have time to promote my music or call hundreds of college radio stations
Just to get my shit played, hell no
Isn't there someone who does that, or can't they just find me? What?
I gotta call? I gotta crawl?
Collecting consignments from hundreds of malls?
I gotta mail product in the fall to
CMJ cats who cast those stats in their
Mag that you can't find on magazine racks at all?
Do I really gotta brawl distributors
Who won't pay up front, just stall, even
When they owe you a check like b-ball?
Eh man, come on!
Business, this is business, that's easy
Damn! I kinda feel like a jerk,
Man this stuff feels just like work, I
Wanna do shows, I suppose I deserve it, but
No practice make perfect uncertain
Fuck! This stuff makes me nervous,
How will I accomplish what I'm worth if I
Don't find a crew who knows how to work it, and
Care enough to dare enough to share that burden
Hey you. Yeah you dude
Hey, I heard you play music on the street
Like guitar while rapping?
That's wild. Call you Tucker Booth?
A clown in the booth, but down with the crew
Man, gotta get him in a battle soon
So much talent he's gotta let loose
Let's get his album going by June, but
Right now that white child with eyebrows
Hairy as his chest, just wanted to find out
If he could head west across the US through
Kansas promoting my album the fastest
No way! Well, that could work
Fill your car up with product, and
I could hook you up a grand or so for gas and lodging
Just two rules
Sure Jon, whatever you say Jon
Don't use my money for drugs or alcohol
Okay, and make sure you keep the consignment sheets, mmmkay?
Sure
I got the debit card! I can't believe it!
I got my Toyota Camry! Praise Jesus!
So I danced and I grinded the gears of my Chariot, with the