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A song from the vault for you and yours. For maximum bliss, feel free to close your eyes and imagine a warm day.

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Silly me shoulda put smoke with the hickory
Caught a little rush off the chickory
Hmmmmm
Black no sugar no milk
Black no sugar no milk
x 2

(Rich Jones)
Rush rush rush
You hush hush hush
Who named you drill sergeant of the month?
Not me
You cut cut cut
Fed up up up
Bee landed on my tongue then stung
2 years past 1 by a couple of months
Traumatic enough for me to tell you right now
Right here is a case of a failure to communicate
That to commune with cake doesn't wash your sins away
Your shadow knows no escape
Run down by the fades
Little faded in the face
Murder coulda been the case
But it ain't what Lady Luck wrote
Changing my genetics and the way I grow
Keep your eye upon the donut not the hole
Took it slow
Try not to focus on what time stole
The stupid ways that I chosen
Schaudenfreuds, Wonder Showzen
Asking if I'm glowing I'm knowing
But that's cognac rain, sun, snowing, coasting
I used to walk mile after mile
Some days I walk mile after mile
But on others, exertion doesn't fit the profile
So a car gets dialed
This car is my stroller
There's free chewing gum and the temperatures mild
Was all frowns but I hate the style
So I chat with new friends like it'll be forever not awhile
A moment,
A millisecond in God's opus
Chase showbiz? That's hopeless
Most are hokum
I'll stay chasing the locus
Of what comes after hocus locus
With or or without drogas

Silly me shoulda put smoke with the hickory
Caught a little rush off the chickory
Hmmmmm
Black no sugar no milk
Black no sugar no milk
x 2

(David Ashley)
Small black eye for the tall black guy
Who really down to black out for n*ggas when a black die?
Who gon pass a napkin for the tears when a black cry?
Who gon help this black soul out this black hole?
Who gone guide these black n*ggas out these black streets?
They tryna fill my black book with a rap sheet?
Black bodies fighting not to be the black sheep
I'm charging black market prices for this black speech
Black as lil Little in Moonlight
Chiron skin, a coal tint
Pyrex pots and gold rims
Real n*gga shit like Maury shows at noon time
Everybody swear they got opps
They run their mouth more than dope fiends on cops
Who got the smoke?
Who got the dope?
Who got the drop?
My waves bigger than Tidal's but how many'll cop?

Silly me shoulda put smoke with the hickory
Caught a little rush off the chickory
Hmmmmm
Black no sugar no milk
Black no sugar no milk
x 2

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released April 17, 2020
All lyrics by Rich Jones and David Ashley
Production by Denmark Vessey
Recorded/mixed/mastered by Joel Gutman at Fat Tongue Studios (RIP)

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Rich Jones Chicago, Illinois

Rich Jones is a prolific Chicago artist, community figure, and veteran of the cultural scene. Known for his versatile and evolving style, his latest album How do you sleep at night? finds him returning to his Hip Hop roots as he tackles class complacency, complicity under American authoritarianism and the value of human life vs. what’s profitable. ... more

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