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sway in the morning
01:07
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just wait a minute
before my welcome’s overstayed
i only hope today
to introduce you to my sobriquet
screaming while my soul decay
laughing
save face for the entrance
and let the remnants linger til the moment aches
was gone in an instant
i’m sticking with my illness
plus all else is leaving
fever dreaming while i flash a vile grimace
let em cast out the outcast make no mistakes
i mentioned in the premise
chose this path so at least i was consistent
cause you don’t have the answers sway
and you don’t know the half i been in
burned it when i walked away
so i aint have to ask forgiveness
need to cease the preaching thinking
god’ll bring the wrath for sinners
demons stalk the streets unflinching
morning they right back to business
angel on my left sits to witness
the devil on my right says lets get it
they both made a killing
now deep amongst the fathomed trust
believing doesn’t seem convincing
it’s just some grief for the living
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the type to point when it’s aimless
long face thousand yard stare through the anguish
patience wore thin hearing the debates it’s
laymen’s terms ‘cause they didn’t speak the language
nameless king of lame duck season
speaking of leaving
they was waving white flags through the training
I came to stand adjacent to iconoclastic
views and spew up shit til we find a commonplace
i’ve been hungry. the shit i’ll do for rent money.
don’t even get it misconstrued i did my friends ugly.
beloved with two feet up on your love seat.
funny cause existence unlucky
it must be or must be
certainly something the fuck wrong with me
kid said he sick of being melanin deficient
jumping on your couch like ellen paid a visit
nah i meant oprah
still had two feet down on your sofa
mostly though i’m known to house shit
breakfast in bed with mimosas
i’m lounging. solitude doesn’t seem so troubling.
drink if i gotta keep grief out the utterance.
double down on bias plus brief in the subtleties
hand over fist break bread for the sustenance
s.o.s. perfected cry wolf method
wise up for the second that the winter will be ushered in
they took my soul and my name
told em break a leg you’ll never walk the same
the way i’m married to the game…
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3. |
game face
01:35
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if it’s discipline that keeps em hungry
show me the money
long gone evil coming
we be the lost faith believers
dip without a word
last call throwing drinks up
wouldn’t wish this on my nemesis in secret
limitations barely be a word that we think of
not banking on no self respect neither
taking shots for practice
game face running longer than the meter
i’ll let the liquor take the wheel
barely know what’s real
stumble through words then hit the street drunk
yeah i’m famous with the local alcoholics
a barstool calling my name i’ll bring an offering
so let me empty out my wallet
call to the void i couldn’t ignore it
i should’ve forced quit
pouring rain mixed with the draft might be a warning
cross fade to having a laugh in disproportion
dark fate to pick up the tab
read it out from the black
cause there’s nothing but regrets up in the morning….
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pep talk
02:18
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my nigga…
another prolonged sleeper
the season for self-inflicted sickness
predictably malicious with the business
and you don’t want it either
it’s fiction for all you non-believers
i bet it’s bound to brilliance
say the word i’ll keep it secret
humility the lost teacher
tall order for the hopeless
threw the game i didn’t think they’d notice
focus if only for a moment maybe
my nigga…
i bring the rain to wet the harvest
flood watch we’re losing all the efforts by the hundreds
dumb odd the disappointment didn’t scratch the surface
trump card i paired it with an ace and played it perfect
i told some lies to keep it honest
from the shadow of a doubt the obvious
we playing possum for attendance
and adamant about the feeling
knew the nihilism aint about the ending. you get it?
my nigga.
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it’s one more with no origin
the time between the sunset and morning
glorious
the daybreak it feel horrible
wrapped up in self importance
outclass with braggadocious
or it’s self loathing when i deem it’s warranted
well liquor to top shelf
i’m picking how i feel about myself
keep the change cause i’m running off to war again
aye aye captain morgan
i came to kill em all king james version type
word is bond til they stick a fork in
or forfeit
no doubting misfortune
the best efforts going unawarded
iffy on the herd immunity not looking forward
face down on the floorboards and think it’s normal
no longer need the piece of me gone
in contiguity with right and wrong
button down for the curtain call
believed the greatest lie i ever heard. like aint that the truth?
trust? absurdist talk. sleep walk the streets brown baggin’ in pursuit of god.
pain known to loosen morals… and nothing changes and this pocket full of change is next to nothing.
nothing changes…
a penny for your thoughts they don’t have to make sense
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on the c
02:02
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my heartbeat keeps pace with death
the wounded get the worst of it
passion did the stutter step
blessings putting half in
the other half left
i let the effort do what’s lacking
disbelief be running wild
through a pile of the dreams that i kept
the only thing i had was laughter
calling for the umpteenth to a disconnected landline
hammered another round of drinks on maslow
awaken from the nightmare in style
despair a waste of breath
life’s sweeter in denial
bliss for the sweet summer child
peace riding tandem with violence
speak using silence
heads in the sand multiplying
break from the rank and file quietly
yankee fitted for the night cap
tequila chaser my demise unsurprisingly
my lungs taste the air of time
i swear everything is fine
‘cause i don’t have a lot and i don’t need a lot
plus coffees only five
i only had to split a dime to get it
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7. |
strangers
01:58
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i haven’t been myself in years
and the corners of the room closing in
cracked the amethyst
a blank slate
curbside cigarette candidate
a graveyard shift with the amateurs
both arms reached across the precipice
save face hold fast subtle with the recipe
felt at home with strangers
and still think about the ancients
a thankless job i rock beautifully
repetition sowed to test fidelity
dangerous with defensive mechanisms
either got em or i go and get em
green the color of the privileged
break the promise no you don’t need permission
a scorched earth nothing left for descendants
i heard the malice in your footsteps
i tried to leave but i couldn’t
was short of breath
hand on my chest
felt seen good looking
my heart pulsating
it’s all flaws forward for the wake up
all star that didn’t make the roster
with endless gratitude in the mantra
sideshow bob riding shotgun
left most in shambles. you should’ve taught your man how to squabble
more than twice their weight in stolen valor. still survived the scandal
ayahuasca journey with the shaman. exit row running out the opera
the optimism’s novel
didn’t know they found a cure for cancer
i’m drunk duck hunting with a handgun
danger close decisions made it hostile
bonus round this episode of hot ones
halo jumping never been the hobby
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8. |
dead prez doctrine
02:01
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i’m not particularly interesting
drowning out the thoughts with indifference
talks with my spitting image
lost in the muck of pity
wake me when they burn the cities
i’ll walk through the ashes blissfully
minds made up about the ministry
of truth seekers
peacekeepers never keep the peace
truth unbelievably bleak
oh the irony… a black cop
steady bootlicking
then run and stick you up for a bootleg
the uncle tom mascot
and all the green is on the other side
white lies screaming color blind
locked in caged bird singing for a locksmith
all out of options
we get out of pocket for a change the lint to dollars
dead prez doctrine
i keep a 5 finger discount for false prophets
accomplished when we olly olly
i’ve never whistled while i worked once
i died on the job boss said that sounds perfect
sign me up for snow, rain, heat, gloom, in surplus
wage slave came to masquerade at your service
and still tryna get paid on labor day
explain how it’s 40 plus and rent still a pain to pay
fuck around and drink the kool aid cause i can’t escape
sins of the father some mistakes you just can’t erase
i wished i lounged in the canopy
can it be
soup for my family
news at 5 produce insanity
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9. |
i used to feel things
01:43
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it be the inexhaustible going with insolence
watching seconds flow as images
not persuaded with the stolen rhetoric
need one better than a silver tongue
gold standard
there’s the medicine
only solace in the ending is it’s done
representing for the fading light bearer
type hold a light beer up
chase it with a shot you might clear up
squeezing stones for the blood
nobody told me i won’t be the one
drunk trying to fight mirrors
they just said roll with the punch
i used to think i felt something
i used to think i failed the litmus test
all flaws forward for your interest
and dumb luck
i thought game would be enough brung
to table conversations where the funds front
for now i’ll stay secluded in reluctance
flash a smile for the unaware
stumble through the evening under tungstens
the ideals that they judging by
doesn’t fly cause who needs the presumption
always criticize the ones that touch the summit
done it. running then running back just to watch the faces look disgusted
cause the blueprint gonna need a few adjustments
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10. |
ugatz
02:25
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i bring neuroses to any event
monitor the exits closely
conversations missing consent
donate the proceeds. a penny was spent
believe it’s mostly wilted out the windows
who i need to convince?
some smoke from the lips whistle from the lungs
face down on cement
i locked eyes with my one and only
and let the mirror make sense of laments
i didn’t have to pretend
another shot will lift my spirits slowly
oh so kindly leave me with my dignity
time keeps reminding me
i’ll never see you again
cocoa butter skin
whiskey on a whim
drink so i forget
blindly follow where the limit ends
high and mighty must’ve missed it from the first impression
idle hands in hindsight the unexpected
unrequited love lost. righteous.
the numbers from women that i admire
priceless
it feels like dying for a lost cause
fore we raw dog civility
must’ve had it all wrong
we have to call it all off
can’t escape the entropy
strictly routine
stolen innocence
bitter to the end
i’m laughing through the encore
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