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Theory of Forms

by WarrenPeace

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1.
Hot potato conversation Conscious state of constant hatred Conjured in your mama’s basement Mama raised a college rapist Knowledge aimless, nada changes Not today and not for ages Gaza raids cuz God deranges God forsaken watch your language Contemplate the constellations Commonplace atomic waitlist Comic pages, comma placement Wash away the waters ancient Want the wave but got the pavement Dropped the cave but not the cavemen Bottles breaking, bombs are blankets Promise makers, Prada bracelets Odd arrangements, complicated Holidays from hollow day shifts Holler praise in collars, anklets Honor bankers, lobster banquets All the same who caused the pain the Office agents lodge complaints and Process payments, awkward ain’t it? All the rage not all courageous Offer danks and water basic Coffee shakes us all awakened Caught you taking off vacation Crossed your name and lost your paycheck Paltry wage, low compensation Pawn for games, no jobs or training Lost again no poncho raining Boxed in framed Picasso painting Shot Cobain and aqua shaming Shaman, Satan oscillating I was saying, I’m just saying
2.
Traces 02:47
I was cleaning out the basement Trying to make the studio space more sacred Opened up a box, inside was a psychological evaluation From back when I was three, already on the road to medication And they wonder why I like the libations Maybe it’s the way I was raised up to deal with my nature Wait It’s not worth having the debate I just hope that I can pay Attention long enough to finish up the mix tape Cuz the herb and Concerta mix great Stick to the cerveza and the bourbon or I’m sick the next day Spit the best way I know how Straight from the soul, so right now Go write how you got a flow tighter Than the next schmo in the crowd I’m happy just to float on my cloud And I won’t come down Taking comfort in self loathing and doubt Attached to both the bad and the good Aspects of my childhood My smile shouldn’t confuse you If I love you then I’ll prob’ly abuse you But only in the ways that I’m used to Conditioning And you can take a pill to change it Anafranil to Xanax but it still stays buried in the basement Deep down underneath the faces Of cartoon characters and traces of top 40 playlists Ronald Reagan Exploding spaceships Adults with eroding patience This is when you chose to say shit About yourself that you put up on your shelf With your photo pages Stowed away in this digital age of invisible cages Enslaved individuals crave validation Derived from a child’s deprivation And it takes elevation To see it’s all founded upon a foundation Of conditioning
3.
Practice 03:07
In the midst of a freak out worldwide Peaked out my third eye Then hid back down inside Let me off this ride A spiritual gauntlet I'm feeling like an omelette fried They're telling me it's all in my mind No It's all in the soul Feets don't fail me, walking in the snow Walking in the rain Am I only here to talk and entertain? And learn that all consciousness is pain? The pleasure an escape A measure of the sever, of the break Of the memory from whence you came Tried to change the conversation but it went the same Complications of a nation that had gone insane I said to let me off this train But I'm here Though I'm not of here And everything’s not what it appears But the why is unclear Daughter, wife, son, mirrors Wipe the scum to gear up Fight your number one fear One beer, two tokes for the stage show The questions are age old The messengers stay draped in gold They don't know They were not made in Plato's mold Got you to play cards they won't hold Got you to say yolo While their plates so swole Might drop you a day old roll Feeling like an eighth of an eighth of a whole Smoke an eighth of an o Just to stay in control My soul! Maestro play the track My goal take it back To before I could act Like I was something more than I am When the fact is I am even more than that I am that which is all that has ever happened Has been imagined Handling straps, you should handle your baggage The trap is believing this matters I see it as classes "We talkin' bout practice" Stay woke Stop looking for scapegoats And praying for bank notes They're great till the bank closes They say to focus In this age of unnoticed changes The motivation strange Serotonin of notifications Noses and faces Scrolling away through the notable places Nowhere is sacred call me old or a soul that's awakened I see the holes in the matrix Its only knowing the basics I'm still exposing the layers A minister on the dais Administering the prayers Skins and shirts for the players Registers and conveyer belts We may as well pay as they weigh ourselves I'm painting my jail cell It's fatal if it's blank or it's painted well The pain ain't with till the pain is felt You take it in vein so the brain'll melt To taste a small escape from the game Congratulations, you played yourself Expanding the frame Cuz The same imagination won't take the belt I'm raising hell Till there's heaven on earth
4.
So ign'ant you fuckers Thinking you sweet you just hitting buttons And eating up chicken nuggets While fuckin your sisters and cousins Not knowing history doesn't read But he breeds by the dozens Trump is his Caesar But geezer can't buy an insulin pump Thinks liberty's giving a bunch of liberals a kick in the nuts They tell me I'm punching down Wonder how when he's winning so much He's grinning through bites of another sandwich of shit for his lunch But asking what happened when half the plant has finds their shifts have been cut Shifts in the weather patterns don't matter, he's filling his truck His boys coming back from Iraq and Afghanistan sick and on drugs Why won't these athletes stand for anthem, he's sick of these thugs Doesn't own jack but he has the back of these capitalist slugs I'm only rapping because the past's coming back and it sucks The present I'm wrapping it up At fascists I'm grabbing my nuts Looking down with an eagle eye You can see that the American dream's a lie Barbed wire round your own piece of pie Zero sum the ideology and it needs to die You're thinking you're off the hook Cuz you're thinking and talking books While you're drinking your coffee Awfully serene in your neighborhood You say you'd be saving all of these places you label hood If only you're able but for your kids they say stable's good You take em to soccer practice and plays and piano classes Amazing their playmates all have the same economic status Maintaining the status quo your allegiance You pay your tacit agreement And pay your taxes to see no riff raff While you're eating When low income housing's Proposed at your city council You say it can't be allowed It'll bring the property values down You'll shop and you'll gamble and grab a sandwich at Hockey town While buying the land of abandoned houses they knock to the ground Oh you're not a racist but in your spaces you're locking out any face if it's black or brown That's how racism happens now Chorus Looking down with an eagle eye You can see that the American dream's a lie Barbed wire round your own piece of pie Zero sum the ideology and it needs to die
5.
I’m from a place where if you got bars, then bustin’s the norm Get high as heck, and school you on justice reform I don’t even gotta cuss up a storm Y’all must just’ve been born Being human’s an uncomfortable form I’m a spirit, illuminating something before We could ruminate, you feel it in the thump in the floor Shout to my homie Justin of course And the homie Dustin, not for nothing, wish I talked to em more But I’m walking the dog and talking to this tape recorder More or less an ape with less weight and more disorders Think we're civilized Peep the cages on the borders Wages underwater Seeing danger in the stranger on the corner Laws for making order But we taking orders Trying to escape these quarters and dimes, dollars and cents Time is so logical, hence It's not an optimal lens There's more than just the optical sense Don't stay propped on a fence Till you end up in a hospital bed You think these obstacles end? Better job, better friends It's better not to depend I never stop the metacognitive cleanse Not every thought is a gem And those you make audible tend To be the particles caught in your web Never said that it was all in your head The heart is relevant, don't Retard development like swallowing lead Are you being followed or led? Swallowed or fed? Hollowed out or making room for knowledge of self? I'm not a doctor but was doctored from the cards I was dealt Now I'm just finishing the story that I started to tell But first I gotta feel it Don't smoke it away Don't drink it away Some days you gotta feel it Some days you gotta feel it You can either mope in the dark Or open your heart Sit around and hope for a spark Or throw all your darts Either way you're living Either way you're dying Either way you're living Either way you feel it Some days you gotta feel it
6.
E.G.O. 03:35
You on that “they go right, so we go left” I’m on that ego death And never follow other people’s steps How fuckin narrow does your peephole get? Staring down your barrel I don’t see no threat I just breathe those breaths And release those stresses Move like water like the beat moves necks Spit fire like the letters in the Hebrew text To keep my chi in check is the essence Not to see who's bestest I don't see success as a checklist In competing I'm the least invested IP protected BS detected Reject your premise I don't need defending Family's connected Fans east to west down to Texas A guest here making guesses Never sweating the guestlist I guess I said list Already but my pen is relentless The better the sentences The better's expected To settle for less is depression I only wanna leave an impression Like a leaf in cement would Drop seeds that grow older than redwoods Catch dreams like ovals on beds could Catch up if it's over your heads I'm the dopest on meds Since they doubled your rent Got a couple of kids So I fumble and fret With Every stumbling step Can't a rapper say something direct? All that mumbling's dead Be humble instead Do justice, love mercy, no need for the cred Pull it all together like the needle and thread Micah 6:8 all that needs to be said Edging God out, that's the ego To leave no Room for the spirit Or for hearing other people Kill your ego Kill your ego Best food I ever ate was a mango in Mali Poorest people that I've seen but the way they were smiling You wouldn't know it All our ways are so folly Wasting our bodies and minds Not even trying to contend with the soul Never tended the soil And we tend to destroy That's accelerated entropy, boy You know the ending so the ending is spoiled So go head and enjoy yourself Or try to learn that there's no self to enjoy It's an illusion that the selfish employ To keep us helpless and coy Separate and void of direction Stressed, annoyed and depressed Expressing voices in heads Instead of noises from chests Choices are poison at best I'm on a spiritual quest And wanna put it to empirical test I'm not here for the rest I'll be here when you hear what I said I'm out here where the galaxy ends Reflecting light into the camera's lens I am every day the calendar's read Holding everything and nothing in a pad and a pen I might fast and repent but never super religious Believe I’m part of a plan but never been superstitious Even the blind can see the way that it isn’t I'm seeing clear but have no faith in my vision Cuz it’s strained through a prism Plato insisted that the angles are twisted Ankles and wrists A brain thats simple thats the bane of existence Chained to a system As it flails and twists Over the mangled abyss Fear, ain't it a bitch? Got folks believing all the craziest shit My only question why I came to exist Consume the food on which the angels subsist Head in the clouds till that's the place where I live Edging God out, that's the ego To leave no Room for the spirit Or for hearing other people Kill your ego Kill your ego
7.
Be Longing 02:42
Is it so crazy Homo sapiens Lookin for saviors Linda Kasabians Livin in trailers Digging for aliens Hidden away till they kill Ms. Tate And get in the papers Wishing we'd face it How we live profane Pretending it's sacred Isn't the way But you get it If you've looked through the matrix Every philosophy has meaning on a limited basis Catching a criminal case Isn't dissimilar From giving your days For minimum wage Both fill us with rage Both feel like a cage But only one can make society remember your name The devil is fame You feel like lower levels are lame And so susceptible to heavenly claims To men with death on the brain There's no question it's sane If you can see it through the lens of their pain Homeless and afraid These omens give a taste Of wholeness and a place The whole lesson of shame And trying to cleanse it away You want friendship and faith That's not dressed in a cape How is it less nonsensical than tempting by snakes Who wants to think that we're descendants of apes? Unintended mistakes? That's untenable But temples to pray Are too conventional I'm out here for adventure and change And feeling sensual We're mostly of consensual age At least eventually He said it's how we're meant to behave If we expect to be saved He said we'll get if we gave All our possessions away It's codependent but hey So is the regular way It's all relative, your relative's whoever you say This helter skelter shit is every day It's still relevant The donkeys and the elephants play We're still helpless They're too selfish to consider what self is Sellouts to wealth, trying to sell us on wellness Only listen to you if you're Lennon or Elvis We're listening too, and the music compels us We do what it tells us
8.
Kaddish 03:17
Too much nonsense to process Obsessed with the prospect of progress But progress is a bitch, she’s shifty And sometimes the bitch leaves But I got a few tricks up my shirt sleeves If your niche is kitsch then curtsy Yid Knishes got these shiksas saying kiddush, they thirsty Visions of Guernsey Milky, honey Doing what I can for this filthy money But the bills keep coming Suburb where I grew up looking hood now People of the book stay cooking up that good cow Push sow to the side Chow mein and movies for the Yuletide You’ll do, let’s ride Left side passer of the hybrids High while my kids Are hopefully not watching violence Just looking for quiet behind eyelids Guys spitting wise, some guidance Exercise your right to silence Your highness From a long line of Hymans and Esthers Investors in wine and diamonds In diners designing rhymes without minding the time But thankfully the beat’s timeless So pay your homage Say your Kaddish Pray that God gives a sane state of mind In a state of monsters Stay the course, pay to sponsor Your haters till they’re eight across And you spray them all, take no hostage Say your kaddish Make a Nosh Pit Wake up Auschwitz Reaganomics Bagel options Dayglo toxins Waco conflicts Pay no mind, pay those dollars Playdough spines, play those concerts Say those hot words Decoupage Fake fromage They don't got work Tater tot nerds Faygo pop squirts Fait accompli, failed doctrine Dreidel top spins Drain the swamp, save Wisconsin Gravitas, gravy sausage Safe deposits Safety first, take precautions Baby thirsty, save the cost Place a curse on the baby faucet Baby ostrich Say they hawks, they be soft Sadie Hawkins 80s Dawkins Great applause taking losses Analog grainy quality makes it awesome Maybe y'all should Take it with a grain of salt and Play along, play the possum So pay your homage Say your Kaddish Pray that God gives a sane state of mind In a state of monsters Stay the course, pay to sponsor Your haters till they’re eight across And you spray them all, take no hostage (The ending is a recitation of the Kaddish prayer in Hebrew)
9.
Fire Going 03:09
Every look you get is cursory You curtsy showing courtesy No kernel of the truth inside your perjury Perp with a perverted streak Perfunctory slurpin’ on the bourbon Learned the birds and bees From an older girl with imperfect teeth I prayed she wasn’t fertile with the fervor of a fever dream Told her Dream Weaver was my leave it in the beaver theme Evening, earthlings Easy how I work the strings Seasoned with the verses Seeds to furnish up a nursery Your raps sound like they’re from the label on some herbal tea I murder beats Chiefing on the purple leaf in Myrtle Beach Flirting with disaster and your girl’s physique Got her talking bout “nah, this weekend is my work retreat” You’re the type to catch a Nerf ball nervously (seriously?) Or holler “not guilty” in a Nuremberg jury seat Step back, Curry feet Checkered past, Burberry Bow down, I’ll curb your teeth Now you’re eating Gerber peas Gurgling, Googling how to stop a burglary Burn ya, leave ya laying in the lurch with Stephen Avery I bet you like to say you weren’t responsible for slavery And bitch about how your neighborhood’s become unsavory All I know is try to keep this fire goin’ Fight against the dying of the light and likely diagnoses Ride a motorbike into the fire hoses Walking on a wire that ignite explosives I’m only here for a minute If you’re here you’re complicit There’s some mirrors but it ain’t a funhouse here, is it? We’re in for a weird visit And it’s clear that I can’t teach you shit That’s heuristic (look it up) Clear mysticism only very momentary Blame it on the hairy danks or childhood Frankenberry Make it very simple for the masses? No Either catch it or miss it if you’re listening slow Always fidgeted Snow always glistening Cold up in Michigan Holed up and wishing I could just do, what did I used to did? I don’t even know, but this lockdown isn’t it Sniffing out the finest smoke You’re digging for my liner notes I don’t gotta spend my time telling you that I’m the GOAT Hip to every quote that Dick Gregory wrote You’re only quoting That 70s Show I’m in your head where bad memories go You try to focus but the aperture’s closing on your amateur flows I got my ducks in a row I throw the whole damn bucket of you crabs in a roll You might could dampen my glow It’s just the splash before I hammer your dome All I know is try to keep this fire goin’ Fight against the dying of the light and likely diagnoses Ride a motorbike into the fire hoses Walking on a wire that ignite explosives

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In basic terms, Plato's Theory of Forms asserts that the physical world is not really the 'real' world; instead, ultimate reality exists beyond our physical world. Plato's philosophy asserts that there are two realms: the physical realm and the spiritual realm. The physical realm is the material stuff we see and interact with on a daily basis; this physical realm is changing and imperfect. The spiritual realm, however, exists beyond the physical realm. Plato calls this spiritual realm the Realm of Forms (also called the Realm of Ideas or Realm of Ideals). Plato's Theory of Forms asserts that the physical realm is only a shadow, or image, of the true reality of the Realm of Forms.

I named this album "Theory of Forms" because the lyrics frequently deal with the limits of our perceptions and our inability to truly know anything completely. It is about being a spiritual entity living in this physical reality to learn something, or perhaps to remember something we already knew before we arrived here. It is an album of philosophical, spiritual, and political thoughts arrived at during a lifetime spent learning and experiencing as much as possible.

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released July 1, 2022

Lyrics and vocals by WarrenPeace
All tracks produced by Mr. Demented, except for "Fine Ppl on Both Sides," produced by Brett Fullerton
Recorded and Mixed by Mr. Demented
Cuts by Mr. Demented
Mastered by Rob Ruccia at Uptown Recordings
Cover art by Joshua Adams at Kingship Creative

WarrenPeace would like to thank the following people:
My wife for supporting my artistic endeavors and being there through all of the ups and downs of life
My children for inspiring me
My family for continued love and support
Mr. Demented for the incredible amount of time and effort he put into making this album
Jason McCaffrey for conceiving, shooting, and editing the music video for "Practice," and being one of the biggest supporters of my music for over a decade
Jah Connery, Intricate Dialect, Kadence, SelfSays, Ryan Cunningham and Paul Katcher for continually providing feedback and encouragement
All of my friends/fans who have attended shows and kept asking about new music and letting me know there are folks who appreciate what I do as an artist, particularly Eric Singer, Lisa Kaiser, Mark Moreno, and Sean Lamborne

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My name is WarrenPeace. I'm a Detroit based hip hop artist who drops Authentic Exquisite Bars, meaning raps that express my honest perspectives on life and are crafted thoughtfully and precisely. I'm always trying to say something new, or say something true in a new way ... more

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