Title: Brookeville
Year: 2011
Rapper: Flowbert
Producer: Otime
Sample: "Stop, Look, Listen to Your Heart" by Diana Ross and Marvin Gaye
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What up, Brookeville? February comes and you're dormant still
Warm feel but ill so I pop some cold pills and chill
Watch cardinals and blue jays play across my sill
Put a beat on and storm it like it was the Bastille
For real, head phones in, still the geese moaning
Ducks are groaning, Limpy's lonely 'cause his leg is broken
Cat's eloping with strays, hawks hoping for a lucky day
Foxes making sure we closed the door and then they
Root around for an egg, none laid, bad day,
Stay and slay stray ducks and chickens for an entrée
But I'm riffing, hands in mittens inside and it's fine
But out the house for mouses it's live and let die
In the field, for meals, anything goes for food
Seen a jay kill a mother and consume her whole brood
And foxes get lewd, screaming like banshees
Guaranteed fights nightly between tabbies,
Crow's savvy, uncanny how they know
Where the yolk's gonna break so they can get the beak yellow
Speak mellow, keep chill, hear a fellow out
I'm tryna give a little taste about what Brookeville's about
I might gaze cross the way, a stone house never decays
Alone now and wishing I could slow down the days
They say it's all the same, never, pouring in dark melanin
Developers developing, fields looking enveloped in
Houses made of plastic, businessmen bombastic
Keep poodles, eat strudels, making moves that look erratic
Or drastic, freaking out seeing a fox
Calling cops cause maybe the poodle's got rabies or not
But whatever, keep chill, though it's hard not to kill
Developers are tryna make an Olney out of Brookeville
Look what they did to the beavers down the road
Wood chewing ain't a reason to call animal control, you know?
Circles in the sky, vultures flying 'round for a diet
Out there a mother's baby's been dying in silence
Or violence on the road, or maybe hunters unload
Can't control it, so load the bird feeder and blow
I see the neighbor roll up, wants to know what's been up
Well, your dog's been barking and the wheat's coming up
Hush up, walk away, enough talking for the day
Start moving my feet and the donkey starts to bray
The geese fly over but they're going the wrong way
And the ducks want to join them but remain in the hay
The ground needs water but for rain it's too chill
But on a February day that's what's real in Brookeville
Sometimes might recline while my mind's in a bind
And watch the smoke swirl, now the world seems fine
Doves keep cooing, cows'll keep mooing
Crops keep growing and the sun'll keep moving
Hawks gonna screech like a preacher's gonna preach
And the water in the stream's gonna lead to the beach,
You see, it's all the same how it plays on my brain
Stead of thinking what I got I think of how it might change
The cars fly by, people driving with no eyes
Curse up their luck when the truck and a deer collide
Wild men racing where the deer'll be grazing
Cattle and horses too, on this road anything'll move
So drive slow, keep awake, keep the highs off my face
Feet on the brake so your neck doesn't break
For Pete's sake, but I better put these thoughts on a shelf
Having death on my mental's detrimental to my health
I keep myself warm like a sheep unshorn
Watch the corn grow, and the weather gets warm
Top of hill, watching all the crops come up
But in Brookeville February, yo, that's what's up
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