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minivan marauders - timothy welbeck lyrics

[“minivan marauders” tour guide]
oftentimes, when we listen to music, we listen in our automobiles, which in our case is a minivan. to maraud means to raid or plunder; therefore, as we travel in our minivan, we maraud the culture for our time, because the days are evil. thus sp-wned the t-tle of this program—“minivan marauders.”

verse 1 (stephen the levite)
me and the wife with the kids ride
in a van called quest cause it sits five
if we have two guests they can fit fine
the whole fam’ got requests but they’ll get tribe
you’re feeling this right?!
quit being shy trying to deny it
both your mom and i can tell when you’re lying you know you like it
and wanna ask me, “daddy can you add this to my list on spotify”
that’s what vibe is in my whip
when i can drive it
i lost my license for like six months over nine tix when i’d lyft
ny’s penalty fines get high quick
when you fight in trial and they side with white pigs
did i type this?
that wasn’t right but i’m p-ssed
i’m not rich, how will i provide for my kids? (that’s a life shift)
is this the price for my sins?
while i cry trish tries to remind me i’m his (that’s my rib)
i wouldn’t have time to write this
in brownsville if i was still grinding for my rent
working graveyard
saddened cause me and the pad and pen go together
like a voltron paladin with his bayard

verse 2 (jered sanders)
i never knew a love, love, love like this
had to be something for me to write this
had to be something for me to wife miss
band on the left hand and holding the right wrist
i never bought stock, but shorty the right risk
god picked the right pot and gave it a slight whip
and ah, i never let it go, she a tight fit
she the water to my soul with the right drip
and i don’t got enough arms to carry all the gifts she done gave
got a baby girl wit a grit, she a fave
little tight curls with my lips and my flave
now its kinda craze how another knucklehead got my namesake
and two babies in my heart by her nameplate
god switching out my heart got it plain say
so i love with all i got to ‘til the main breaks

[interlude]
(timothy) hey, um sweet heart, will you, will you um, turn the radio on?
(rashida) yeah, i got you
(timothy) ‘preciate it folk
(radio static)
(children) daddy
(playing sho baraka’s “fathers”) how do you spell dad
it goes l o v e
(timothy) put yo’ seat belts on, we gotta go
(timothy, jr.) daddy, will you help me put my seat belt on?
(leilani) daddy, where are we going?
(timothy) put yo’ seat belts on, we gotta go
(leilani) where are we going?
(timothy) put yo’ seat belts on, we gotta go

verse 3 (timothy welbeck)
it’s not good for man to journey life embarking alone
so while i was starting on charting along
a queen like cleopatra became part of my home
when i would seize her (caesar), my heart was marked
never would i roam (rome)
our love has grown; oh my we multiplied
beaming with pride, how now three along the ride
everyday we’re about that minivan living
school, work, church—fulfilling many plans in it
b-mping fela and de la
common, and coltrane
oddisee, we are king, jill scott, and noname
while we are rolling and joking, words of life are spoken
or we’re coaxing and cajoling children not throw things
dodging a mess, fielding a barrage of requests
these types of things a loving father does best
once, i was in the most joyous of moods
rolling through with the whole crew not far from the whole foods
devoid of those clues the boys in blue moved in close pursuit
when that red and blue zoomed within view i subdued
the wheels of this speeding car
and ensured to be still my beating heart
otherwise my children will be alarmed
i wish i could squeeze and hug you when you asked, “are we in trouble?!”
the most sudden of moves could mean a lethal tussle
so i said, “daddy loves you;
and he needs to trust you
sit quiet, please keep your seatbelts buckled”
and i prayed silently, didn’t know what to do
as he approached; i said, “i know what the speed limit is
and my paperwork, you can see’s legitimate
and i’d be interested in
what you perceived as the benefit
of pulling me over, got my children’s knees trembling
he didn’t even give me a ticket, and had no response to my demands
and i thought any of us could’ve been a sandra bland

- timothy welbeck lyrics

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