Calls on my conscience
I been bearing all these palls I’m a hostage
Scaring flossy broads with this self-righteous doctrine
Airing out my flaws lost of options, I’m crossing
To the dark side
Keep the dutch split like apartheid
I been running like the wrists, tired of slumming for the chips
Buying love do not exist, going solo for a grip smoke a bonsai
Benzo cooking death sentences he witnessing
The imposition of my monolithic inquisition
I’d be lying by omission if I said that your position had me wishing
This concision is delibrate
Don’t need u fucking with the vision, retreat
I can see u stuck in this perdition, delete
All my people stuffed up into prisons,
I ain’t even bang and my defenses feeling listless, repeat
Nigga I been all alone
Homies done split since the misuse
Can’t u see I’m too unknown
You’ll never benefit what the bitch brewed
Communities done picked thru my issues
The coonery been slick you been pretend to
Puff your fucking chest like you know what I been thru
… all your morals is rentals
And Iain’t een buying …
my diary declining …
All the irony and bias …
can’t contest what I’m supplying
for the wicked no rest no wasting time
bout the picket the West I’m facing fines
pockets skimp fuck a test replace the irons
take this shit to the breast the case retired
Produced on the MPC1000, “Nosthaigia” documents time spent in Thailand via regional music. Available here in an exclusive color vinyl. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2024