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Intro (prod. The Deli)
01:23
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guess we all trying to figure it out
on the verge of street living
see the signs point to end times
my life like that lime flavor
bitter sweet
without the rough shell to rip though
powered by numbers
but only one self with issues
the mic cycle provides light through life’s trifles
i stand stifled
a man's sight is not viable
crusty vibes
spin lies like modern bibles
with in an eye full
the landscape escapes my mind's rule
who defines coo
when the worlds ruled by pencil pushers
venture butchers out to make my living hell
i sit alone and type it’s the only way i’m getting well
pennys fail like duck tales in a private vault
oh how the rich get richer with every line insult
don’t have time to cough
or get caught
in a blind assault
i’m fine
but timing of my rhyme is off
you know the name
cause the pains plain to see
it probably ain’t me
if the start line defines a fee
what time to be
black with in a riffles beem
you know the dream
all man created feeble
never equal sinking deep
knees stuck in the deceitful
rely on memory to pull me out
remember that i’m not alone
just far flow
from the normal route
what’s it all about
head full of doubt
for the final bout
struggle in a world based on clout
that touts
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there needs to be a change
but who will be first to address it
i speak with a message
others use strange methods that retain a stained essents
speaking with new thoughts
than receiving new questions
don’t have much in this world
but at least i have these sessions
that help relieve my aggression
making me focus on the right direction
as i fight the plight of this hyped election
asking who’s really in control
as i try to find the right finality of my duality
give me a heart beat and i’ll show you to the true streets
where those without have to sleep
we all wear sheep vail with a wolf held underneath
waiting for the next trend to decide our delivered dream
it’s all about the cream, flour, egg and icing
anything less wouldn't be enticing
as the day talks i hold my pen and listen
translate it to vibes with hopes that you pay attention
inching towards the edge but i it’s part of my invention
on the brink
hard to even blink
sink into the residue
collected by another measure to
control
don’t let life pass you by
i apply the lofi
try to defy and fly
hook 2
no one else to talk to but myself these days
when i finally find a way
i'll probably find a way to say
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hook
nowhere to go
when the only way is up
if i don’t make sound
than assume i’m living rough
it’s hard road to follow
making dreams out of dust
- pushing for the future cause the presents not enough
verse
what am i working towards in this game that seems to repeat
find it hard to sleep
so i press on and find another beat
think i’m living life for one reason
to make sure the dialect is fully immerses by ears unseasoned
sick of the same where the dollars at
i’m on a level underground
trying to vibe beneath the call of rap
what am i looking for searching beyond struggle
deep in trouble
but want to stretch out this self bubble
locked in a room ready to make the pieces fit
hoping what i type is nice and beyond the norm of lagit
wasn’t a popular study in school days
picked on most of my life
on up to the current page
age doesn’t make a difference and neither does my intelligence
the elephants in the room
but doesn't remain relevant
wonder why fight if the opposing team is always bigger
growing old and rusty
refraining from becoming bitter
hook
nowhere to go
when the only way is up
if i don’t make sound
than assume i’m living rough
it’s hard road to follow
making dreams out of dust
- pushing for the future cause the presents not enough
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feeling like my life’s been edited
as the days become repetitive
no real worth
as my age displays the sedative
a recluse that’s reckless
alone and fighting depression
resembles a question and still hasn’t learned his lesson
needs to dive deeper
but lives life inside a speaker
alone probably the best way to stop hurting the seeker
think i’m better off residing in another dimensional beaker
a science experiment with no visual impairment
deceased to the core
if i only had a brain
i probably wouldn’t repeat and recreate the same change
need to look ahead but my eyes remain focused back
starting to detach and relapse
till the me’s cracked
nothing else to do but let it all fall apart so the healing starts
i guess that’s art
a constant destructed
to retouch
alone barring these deep cuts
inflicted upon self
to scared to reach out and ask for help
as i sink lower
with no shoulder to lean
slowly fade into the background and become the unseen
hook
the world as i knew it fell apart last night
wake up in the morning hoping to be alright
if i come upon the stage where this is part of my life
hope that i can focus when the notion is slight
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verse 1
think i’ve hit the low point
not able to be stable
paid under the table
with that ever present black label
feeling of no worth
submersed in earth setting
since birth my first step was cursed as the dirt crept
all i ever wanted was to be happy while providing a music stimulus
soundtracking my life experience
think i’m too deep for feet to solidify
that why i hang back further than you can see
making me hard to be identify
cause with in a lie
spins money for catching dinner flies
don’t want be a fat cat
just back pack and pay bills
so what i say feels
call me brill with ill shrill
got more than a good will
a heart that knows the beat well
hit the street looking for inspiration to speak tales
this is what i do when counting sheep fails
my programmings below the average
hook
please, let me be
or let me
sink into the way i feel it comes across
getting lost in melody
the truth is never what you want to believe
but it’s here so paint the picture as you struggle to breath
verse 3
how do i find focus when my mind pulls the self apart
i do it for art
kind of like i’m super man but always clark
as the dark creeps closer
i look within to find that vital self
must apply the help
for better health with in the mind is felt
walk the streets like the living dead
have to make the profits
only way to keep my stomach fed
and a roof over head with dread
dollars matter more than the creative mind stead
lead to believe the world is always ending
with doom pending
i’d rather spend my time with this room venting
the creative art
plays a major part on how my day will start
better with than without
the mind spouts syncrenicity
to better a line the beat i tout beyond simplicity
rhythmic efficiency delivery
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hook
either we all lose
or we all win
another day to dig in hills
and fight the battle again
verse
don’t know what my future facing
a lost case spaced and displaced
a lower race to the eyes of donalds trumped face
as i waste away
another day to say
i’ll probably be slain
at the hands justice while trying to handle a normal day
the flag displays color that don’t run but claim
change my name than tax me for the travel
call me african and say the language i speak babel
this worlds confused
i feeling used since conception
dare i show intelligence or stand up against deception
the roll i play is not the one you say
not a character action figure that you can appoint your black friend
my back bends
like any human it takes time to mend
i’m not a trend
hip hop supplies me with knowledge to ascend
and when i say ascend it isn’t god talk
i step beyond normal boundaries
and escape the fee of the bended knee
is this america
the place of freedom language
where ideas are collected and express out of more than aguish
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got a sick sense for hearing when i'm rapping over instrumental dynasty
the finest speech
delivered from a rhyming geek
with time to tweak every line i speak
stuck in a mode deeper than your favorite nonsense
the bomb since prince, dropped purple rain
and been around since the urkel rane
got a luke cage defense when assaulted with verbal artillery
want more than the hood recognizing ability
keep to the shadows till the path is clear
reck every ear within a fare distance
so the people know the flow is near
more than nice or ordinary
vary like organs when horton plays a slew melodies
keep the word developing
never embellish lining of pockets or validity
well known like kennedy
in the right the circles
no verse herbals
just clear thought and word hurdles
challenging self to be better than the last publication
self education
motivated by music escalation
another day alone and still don’t have away stack
written raps
explore the course of my life track
dusting off the rugged times searching for sustainability
work facilities and write word prefered ability
hook
flow deep
show no relief on the beat
the only way to speak is with a knowledge physique
peep
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verse 1
starting to feel like the weight is heavy on my shoulders
dodging the bolder
lifes getting colder as i grow older
told to be a man
but what does that imply
to stare a person down as you watch their image die
never cry
hold back and learn how to lie
unhealthy benefits of how to survive
another black man dies
but nobody pays attention to the cop
ready waiting for another life to stop
it’s hard for the normal to see
cause they don’t want to believe
the hidden darkness beyond their precious garden of eve
protected by protection of the brutal kind
from the safety of your home you can kill it’s fine
hook
it seems i lose it all at the drop of a dime
and when i try to climb
i’m right back behind
either way the way is fine
as long as i got time for the rhyme
looking for the love of mankind
blind
hook
it seems i lose it all at the drop of a dime
and when i try to climb
i’m right back behind
either way the way is fine
as long as i got time for rhyme
looking for the love of mankind
blind
verse 2
use the operator
dial 9 eleven
call the cops
than wait for the next life to stop
assisted homicide
and a warning to many others
with color
keep away or be discovered
turn the opposite way
or your body will lay
in the street bleeding out like a product display
so many ways
this plays inside my head on repeat
never growing old being reaped
the future isn’t mine
i provide a stable step for the ones getting over
as i choose to face life sober
truth hurts
and the consequence depends on pigment
i’m not suppose to show that i’m indignant
more than a figment
that just gets poked or prod
i’m a living human being and not close to god
just flesh and bone twist in this in this hyped up facade
waiting on the trigger finger to decide law
hook
it seems i lose it all at the drop of a dime
and when i try to climb
i’m right back behind
either way the way is fine
as long as i got time for rhyme
looking for the love of mankind
blind
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hook
i like the way you look and how you talk
(who you are)
i like the way you think and how you walk
(who you are)
i like the way you look and how you talk
(who you are)
i like the way you be
verse
she stood about 5 feet short inches at a usual height
hair long and in twists with a beautiful light
tried to speak but when i utter something didn’t sound right
like my vocal cord extension took a holiday flight
cleared my throat played it off like everything was alright
though she looked at me like i was interrupting her sight
tried to lean against the wall and felt clumsily slight
what am i doing
why do i act like a pitiful mess
maybe i shouldn’t have took a look at her black and white cat dress
when she smiled
it gave me another chance to refresh
i said yo my name is (ahem) as you probably would guess
but she laughed aloud and chuckled cause i’m probably to fresh
staring me up and down with a look of what's next
little does she know this is how i usually flex
the best of the best
the rest are a typical mess
know she’s heard it all before and not easily vexed
but i’m more than the new breed with speech that infects
worked her brain over starting at the core complex
responsive to the opulent stimulace of my competence
further cementing my role, as her occupant
we two as people
share space to be equal
great minds combine to make life less deceitful
so here we are
at the beginning again
hoping when we reach the end will be better than friends
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Spoon People Austin, Texas
After the events of the pandemic Spoon People was created. Austin's most well unknown hip hop artist.
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