[Spoken Word] [Dark] [Intimate] [Music Box] [Ambient] [Male Vocal] [No AutoTune] [Intro] [Spoken Word] [Soft] [Melancholic] [Music Box: Sparse] I wet the bed again. I had the same lucid dream, damn. I was walking in the rain, staying in lane. My shirt had a bloodstain — wasn't mine. Who did I put out of pain? [Verse 1] [Spoken Word] [Soft] [Dark] [Music Box: Melancholic] Spent my life learning how to fit. Carrying the same luggage my pops left me with — do this, do that — handed me a script. Followed more than what I can admit. I drink my tea with no mint, fuck your flavored shit. [Verse 2] [Spoken Word] [Anxious] [Steady] [Music Box: Haunting] Lived life empirical, statistical, mechanical. Applied lessons like they were coranical. A path been drawn like it was a lazy sequel. Don't tell me a rookie made the fortune cookie, don't call your bookie to bet on me unless he's a Shelby, wearing green like Lee — the Bruce and the one who stings like bee. Wearing green to camoufle the red in me, bring the pig to sniff the real me. Reassure me, you said? Would you still trust a Loki? Haven't you read Moby? A dick wanna be or can be but would never be. [Playful] My bad, I forgot to add the heehee. I'll do it happily if you listen to me, [Vulnerable] cause I'm still trying to get it out of me — that thing stuck in my chest cavity, weighing on me like it just coited gravity. I'm new ton normality, I've been writing too much in plurality. Don't know which me and which is the other me. I guess we'll see once I get rid of destiny bestowed upon me. [Bridge] [Spoken Word] [Haunting] [Intimate] [Music Box: Building] Twinkle twinkle little star, here is your orbit, now stay afar. Don't get near, you'll lose the war. Learn how to live under the radar. Sonar sonar, what do you see? Sonar sonar, you found me. Twinkle twinkle little star. [Verse 3] [Spoken Word] [Anxious] [Building] [Music Box: Haunting] Started running and forgot I was crippled by principles I borrowed back when I had pimples. I thought I was armoring myself with missiles — My, my, my… ain't this whimsical. Let's stop with the riddles. The thing is man, I can't just forget and live with no regret — and yeah I know, I know, I know I know the answer is no secret. [Vulnerable] [Intimate] Fine, I need to be vulnerable with it, cause there is a kid inside still trying to fit who wants to tell his pops something without crying........... shit! I regret every moment I listened to the labels they gave you, to the noise that followed you. I didn't have the ear to hear your music, I didn't understand what was behind your acoustics. The stick might've made me arctic — what do you even do when your dad said he's afraid of you? Still, there's something cathartic when I hear your static. [Rap] [Defiant] [Building] [Music Box: Building] But me?! Fuckit, Imma remove ma mitts. Stopped wearing a shell that made me think I'm a hermit — at most I was a kermit, hiding before a kamé I thought it was it. But hey — I got a technique more fit. A spirit bomb and I got the souls for it. 99, better believe it. [Spoken Word] [Playful] This is a long ass bridge, damn it — let's move on, the kid in me just wanna make noise with my armpits. HeeHee [Verse 4] [Rap] [Intense] [Aggressive] [Music Box: Intense] Shit I'm done being whimsical — let's switch gears, get tyrannical. [DARIJA] لعصا لمن يعصى [/DARIJA] To the mental rentals — the pen likes sequential. No more orbits, no more radar. No more running, no more sonar. Found me? Good. Now face what's after. No regard for human life — surgical. We are not of the same cloth — diabolical. Get on your knees, not for an anoint. Forget knighthood, you're on gunpoint. This is the last checkpoint and you still disappoint. God's coin, pressed from your dad's groin & your mom's loins. Born joined — but I was forged, you were just coined. [Verse 5] [Spoken Word] [Soft] [Defiant] [Music Box: Sparse] The doors were always calling, and I fucking enjoy scavenging. I'm a multitude. Close a door on me, fine — I have multiple rooms, you see. [Vulnerable] Spent my life ashamed of why I was looking inwards and not outwards. Maybe I was brainwashed by what the old heads said. Maybe I was consumed by how pure their words were. Maybe I borrowed too much where my pocket was too small. Maybe is nothing but a ... maybe. [Outro] [Spoken Word] [Soft] [Melancholic] [Music Box: Sparse] All my life I thought I was a soldier, hands on the flame whenever I got colder. The flame is burning but I can't get warmer. Can't feel the heat even as I get older. Wait — this isn't my fucking odour. Something borrowed from someone older, no rite of passage, just a plain old order. Safekeeping for someone getting moldier. So here is your flame back, I'm no hoarder. A new adventure awaits me, a bone writing wonder. Maybe it'll be the same one, I hope so, maybe even louder. God's the decider. [DARIJA] 7amdoullah [/DARIJA]
