I put my soul in my writtens
I got the doja for binness
U can’t console my concision
My vision knows no contrition
Not a slave to the diction
My behavior’s consistent
I can’t claim no religion
I remain apprehensive
I been chiefing in Benzes, and they ain’t even mine
Might sip lean in the trenches, watch me dance on the swine
Taking chances, the devil dances, I’m losing ink
Replace the glances, I’m rocking antler, fuqdoumean
Manipulate the medulla, I’m coming out of pocket
Lacking dollars, I’m dodging collars, I’m on the docket
They know I’m running now, they got me on the underground
Railroading me, I think I’m going under now
This is the curse of my path
Never been good with the math
Never been good with the money
That’s why I’m feeling this draft
This is the wreck of my ways
Sitting under bridges sipping eighths
I got murders on me I can even taste
And the burden got me losing all my faith
To the vices and the hatred in my veins
and the mob that’s waiting for me at the gates
this is the under now
scripture repugnant now
sleeping w hunger now
chiefing my troubles out
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