Cassette tape with fold-out tracklist map. Comes with a portable cassette player so you can listen to the album as it was intended, on a walk. Numbered edition of 20.
Includes unlimited streaming of Walking Tours
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Cassette + Digital Album
Cassette tape of Walking Tours featuring the regular album on side A and the instrumental version on side B.
Instrumentals are exclusive to this tape!
Limited, numbered edition of 20.
Includes unlimited streaming of Walking Tours
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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edition of 20
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lyrics
When he was little, mama took him up the satin stairs,
told him his great-great-great-grandfather lived there.
With that many greats, he must have been a great man,
so he was proud to inherit the house & the land.
Mama said he helped build this nation,
out of hard work & determination.
With pure will he transformed the landscape.
That must have been the reason for the man's face
in the portrait that hung in the landing,
where the stairs took a turn & kept ascending.
He was always taught to smile for pictures,
but they didn't back then, cuz the times were vicious.
Serious business, building a legacy,
so he could benefit from the pedigree.
But in the future his present was wrapped in the past,
memories of before the crash.
Now mom & dad just another photo
in the landing, not quite as old though.
At least he could remember what they looked like,
& what they left had him set for life.
When she was little, she would look at the satin stairs
in the summertime, cuz her daddy worked there.
School was out, no money for daycare,
no other kids to play with & braid hair.
So she would daydream, "what if this was my house?"
Walking up the soft stairs in a nightgown,
go to bed now, lay your head down,
snuggle up safe in the thread count.
But it was owned by a trust & her daddy worked for it,
needed special training cuz it was historic.
A boy about her age was gonna own
the home & the property, once he got grown.
What was it like to be set for life?
She barely remembered what her mom looked like.
The photo in dad's wallet had limits,
& oftentimes that was all it had in it.
One day daddy told her his chest hurt,
but he couldn't afford to miss work.
Now he's just another photo in the wallet,
that's otherwise empty from paying off the doc debt.
So much for college, settled his affairs
& took his old job sweeping the satin stairs.
Now, his ancestor wanted satin stairs,
so her ancestor had to do the repairs,
calculate the rise & run,
but if he tried to rise & run he'd fire his gun,
& while the work was being done,
his wife was at home alone, & a little bit later there was a son.
They never spoke about it, but they both must have known,
cuz of the timeline, plus the boy's skin tone.
Now, her ancestor can't accumulate wealth
cuz his ancestor keeps everything for himself.
Serious business, building a legacy,
so he could benefit from the pedigree.
Now he's just another portrait in the landing,
where the stairs take a turn & keep ascending.
The staff say the place is cursed,
like, one of the maids, they talk about in whispers,
whose husband also worked there,
who always looked at the boss a little scared,
who had a newborn with a full head of hair,
broke her neck falling down the satin stairs.
credits
from Walking Tours,
released September 10, 2021
Written & produced by Fellowman.
Mixed & mastered by Mike Moxham.
Literate, lyrical, hard-hitting hiphop from Charlottesville, Virginia, USA.
Fellowman is a
rapper, producer, promoter and educator, the director of the Nine Pillars Hiphop Cultural Fest, co-founder of Rugged Arts Hiphop Showcase, and contributor to the Virginia Film Festival....more
