An album about living in the city for so long when you're not used to it...and it having a effect on you. From talking to the city like it's someone who wants you gone ("What Has This City Done To You?") to going thru the horror of losing friends from the nightlife ("Psychedelic City Cowboy $h!t") to arguing with political weirdos ("Tin Foil Hats") and unwanted visitors ("Dumb Tourists") to imaging the city has been overrun by 9 to 5ers that want their way ("Corporate Zombies"). But no stress we take a moment to breathe ("Break(s)") as well as indulge ("Everybody Got Boom For Sale") and head out of town for a bit ("Festival Love") to only come back to it ("Don't Kill Yourself To Live Here"). And in addition we tackle the celebration of black economics ("The Other Black Wall Street") and making not off the class warfare at hand that hurts everyone near the poverty line ("The Most Relaxed War We Will Ever Fight"). And we can't forget the affairs at the heart ("Our Business") that could be enough to make you exit with good memories ("It Might Be Time..."). Do you stay and fight ("Strike Against") or concede then leave ("Chew Me Up, Spit Me Out"). In conclusion, we have Psychedelic City Cowboy $h!t.
Psychedelic City Cowboy $h!t
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