what attacks me mentally
is knowing that the only thing I have is legacy
but it won't even last a century
usually it feels like my ass is seventy
son's asking me to play but I lack the energy
still I'm able to lift weights and such
and I have enough time to get shit-faced and drunk
I ruminate trying to predict days to come
knowing secretly I carry a disdain for love
mistakes with drugs, big day for us
when I quit but it left me a bit strange and nuts
but now you can hear me on mixtapes and stuff
not rapping like I'm carrying big chains and guns
actually a threat, why is it I'd rather be upset?
trying to keep whatever sanity is left
immortality or death, reality, pretend
the line gets blurred with what I crafted with the pen
special set of skills, yet I'll never get a mill
with a cup that is empty, I better get it filled
I'm a pessimist, nothing will change 'til I pass away
embrace what I have to say, instead of trying to praise me with accolades
quite simple yet I aim to elaborate
interpreting the pain as I navigate
brain like a dagger blade, frame full of gamma rays
thoughts that'll turn you into waste in a shallow grave
UK label Def Pressé taps legendary New York hip-hop producer Blockhead for the fifth installment of their KPM Crate Diggers series. Bandcamp New & Notable May 5, 2024