Pete:

can’t battle depression with a handgun, handsome good looks, the good book or keys to a mansion / phantom good moods allude me like they owed me money / then sneak back to make my dark days sunny / funny how it always goes down like that / gray days slip away but yo, they’ll be right back / gotta wonder why they up and hit me like that / kinda worried that’s the stuff that makes me write raps / but I stay…

on time Pacific Northwest blue / packed up my turntables said goodbye to the crew / a childhood of rainy days was finally through / but, man, it rains in New York too

Blowout:

I understand what you’re going through, man / I went through a lot, dude / even though we’re two of the same I’m not you / but I’m still not new in the game / I’ve obtained some experience with serious pain / not the kind that you physically feel but what makes the mind mentally ill / it’s really the will that’s healing me up / open wound sealing it shut / so when I’m talking it’s especially real / you still wanna build? I’m here for you fam, what’s up? / let me help you with a plan if you’re stuck / let’s first analyze why you say the place sucks / let’s break it down what sucks the phony fake fucks? / you like it natural no make up / understandable but there’s no manual for trust so we still gotta get on the bus and move on / put your ear to the phone and leave it alone / you’re grown and you do what you do but it rains in New York too

Pete:

look, I’m not complaining I’m just saying it ain’t easy / man, this music hardly feeds me but it keeps me on this side of sane / the city hits me it be on my ass daily / maybe I just wasn’t blessed with the right kind of brain / I sit and watch stock brokers and out of towners down in Soho spending thousands on a meal for six then bump into one of my long lost friends out in Bushwick looking crazy trying to find him a fix / to say the least I came east to escape my dark ages / I’ve got pages in my rhyme book that y’all will never see / never be quite as bad as it was when I was young / when my family got damaged by a bag and a gun / the youngest son from a city where the sky stays gray / no matter what it’ll be in me ‘til the end of my days / if I believed in God I’d pray but I just can’t say so instead I packed up and moved away but I stay

on time Pacific Northwest blue / packed up my turntables said goodbye to the crew / a childhood of rainy days was finally through / but, man, it rains in New York too