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anecdoche
02:51
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ever in a room w niggas
and everybody talking but nobody listening
voices get dissonant when they over each other
trimming on the back of the last word
never got to process the sentence
now the convo is a figment of our egos
pick and choose the key notes
that you’ll misuse to finish off ya b-roll
with no regard to limit
how u come off to people
wanna win it like a game we play
when we feel unequal in our spirits
but it’s keeping us from hearing the flaws in each other
that we’d prolly find endearing
if we dared to lend an ear for a minute
for a second, i thought we were in a circus
how we mimic each other’s words
to benefit our purpose in the interaction
and how niggas play it up
but they really acting widdit
on a role, like u must make the honor roll to scrimmage
I see it, the product—sole of business
like capital we buy into it
cappin sold a lot of shit
run it to me and you buy defense
guarded, never open up
talk a lot so we don’t know wassup
nobody wants to get deeper than surface
love isn’t in it
the experience is working up my nerves
I’m searching for something more immersive
that serves a motive more than all-this-filled-w-nothings
to control if we are sure of ourselves to each other
hoping it gets across
just helping each other scorn our beings in the interim
a complex sentiment based on all a moment could’ve been
if we went widdit in genuine desire to connect and to listen
can’t connect, we different
the best of you left w the bigger picture
it’s messy to get with
don’t wanna fester my spirit
noise w/o intention is a pet peeve
rather be alone
w music and the best weed, writing lyrics
u could text me
maybe u could read me better
but a lot of niggas left me on read just cuz I speak directly
why are niggas gesturing to death?
save the interpretative dance for what’s left of the art form
how u talk love but don’t really got ur heart formed?
speaking from ya trauma
get the popcorn
it’s a drama
i will really wait until u honestly got off that one
cuz im down to pay attention
we are out the mental prison
what u saying ain’t a sentence of your worth all the time
always want the first word
and the last be goodbye
cuz i ain’t asking you why and getting nothing in response
but a cry for help
if u really want it
u will try urself and make it clear
your disguise ain’t revered like u try to tell ur mind
we inclined to notice
cuz we likely been aligned with the same plight
at some point in time
hope u find intermission
I won’t be there to finish
cuz my feelings is indifferent
and it really ain’t my business
when there’s no beneficial exchange in it
so I think that we should end this
a complex sentiment based on all a moment could’ve been
if we went widdit in genuine desire to connect and to listen.
to connect
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sonder
03:11
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we try to fathom life
we attempt to gather existence
then to add to why it’s rather hard to get it is
each passerby feels exactly the same
even though we can’t witness the process in their brains
they whole and complete on they own terms
without our say
think of all the people we know
we don’t know they pain
then think of the people we don’t know
we can’t explain how we all exist on this plane
so different but same kinda questions
same kinda lessons
I don’t know ur life
but I’m guessing based on the basic shit
know a lot of ppl faking shit
can’t touch the gist of the rest of us in this
and how we exist though
It’s a buss to think how the best of us
can quit when it get low
it won’t make no sense
but it’s intense to feel in the moment
stop roaming in your own shit
open your eyes
see that every soul is going thru it
get out the hole and
realize the whole shit got holes in it
we clueless
each human filled w experience
that induces how they movin
we try to fathom life
we attempt to gather existence
then to add to why it’s rather hard to get it is
each passerby feels exactly the same
even though we can’t witness the process in their brains
they whole and complete on they own terms
without our say
think of all the people we know
we don’t know they pain
then think of the people we don’t know
we can’t explain how we all exist on this plane
so different but same kinda questions . . .
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3. |
monachopsis (grappling)
01:56
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each walking moment it exists
I’m functioning but subtly it persists
that im slightly out of pocket
moving to a wocky groove
and I could be cocky about it
but when it comes down to the blues
I could write a tune around it
I’m just adapting
the cues come as force of habit many times
hyper awareness reacting to the timing around me
blind niggas astound me
who got working eyes to use
if they’re my mirror, then I found me
closer than it appear to be
taking up space
w/ out me wanting to face that truth
constantly making room for others
feel like I’m smothering the views
this ain’t a natural way to move for me
i wonder if it is for u
but I’m feeling out the loop
i don’t got no choice but to be flying out the coop
Y’all not dying when yall lose yall sense of self
to fit into a order?
all of what I know is I ain’t used to it
no matter how much I use my will to glue to it
it just be a nuisance to the nuanced nature of my being
never one to succumb to what the crew want
ima team of my own
me’s a crowd and me alone
we be too loud to mask the growth
can’t fit with the average
I did the mathematics repeatedly
decided my merit is intact cuz I seem to be well
had it and now I’m back to where I need to be
Swell
we crackin the codes to manage
we back in dis hoe to damage shit
Grappling,
here I am
don’t feel like they understand this shit
Grappling,
here I am
don’t feel like they understand
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