Two very different members of a less-than-pristine society are faced with situations that neither of them know how to handle. Written & Directed by Connor Simpson (twitter.com/jconnorsimpson) Music by [plain.] - http://www.plain.bandcamp.com Starring Thaddeus Fitzpatrick & Carrie Poh Also Starring Mohamed Musaed & Courtney Williams Director of Photography: Marc Patterson Editor: Connor Simpson Gaffer: Justin Rudolph Grip: Carlos Estrada LYRICS: Grip the wind inside my hand and Picture whipping in an Aston Living in a mansion, trips to San Sebastian But when I, look in the mirrors in my dreams it’s never me Well and pleased to bleed, to ease, the sorrow Not bequeathed, a chance, to see, tomorrow Steady tease, romance, to breathe, it’s borrowed Read the stories on this trail of blood to follow if you’d please Take a safari through my jungle Take a safari through my jungle Take a safari through my jungle Take a safari through my jungle, don’t tighten your eyes Take a safari through my jungle, with tigers and lions The blunt of the iron and violence, the government’s buying Take a safari through my jungle where the highest we climb’s The money tithed to down payments on a sublet of Zion Take a safari through the jungle where the time stops Those ain’t heart palpitations, it’s the rhythms of the sidewalk Tussin for your problems, keep a 9 Glock In the pocket or the mental and then never let them eyes lock No monopoly on olive leaves, we’re always under watch, yo Property of poverty, the body rocks a barcode Lost soles inside the potholes In a Western Mogadishu where the screams are heard in Oslo Calm though in calamity, would never have known it Heard that, cold tone in the heat of the moment Screaming go home, this man’s just keeping his stove lit My station ain’t my making but I’m seeking atonement I’m just seeking where home is, no conscience shrieking it’s broken Rigor mortis it escorted meters deep in the ocean Chaos ceased unearthed a peace like turbaned Sikhs in their cogence Of spirituality, I seek better potions Pure criminality, perceived when I’m roaming I fear vitality, I seek never knowing What this life was, can I just, plant my seed and get going Guess you only die once, best get to keeping it golden Take a safari through this jungle where all evil’s acquired! Take a safari through this jungle where the jeep’s got no tires! Take a safari through this jungle where there’re people designed In the likeness of God, but they’re likened to crime On a safari through this jungle where the street stinks Paid dues where the root is always chalk it up to instinct Methinks they all wrong, the hood works in kanban A mil waiting to take your place, won’t miss you once you’re long gone Choose prey or predator, AKs from leopards The same range to dead em, best maintain the pressure Make way for success hit delay on the pleasure A stain to their record, good great for the better In the fourth quarter, play my four corners Bust a trap set to claim my reward I lay claim to corner offices, I warn Myself that those don’t exist in the morgue So, sit back hit that radio dispatch Fuck it, they won’t take my glory, hit that {click-clack} Syntactical errors in approach conceded Gotta make my rips, a solid fill on quotas needed As he leans over leakage, the horror unleashes Momentarily defeated and I wish I’d never seen it