I grabbed the dishes with the oven mitt, the other day
Left broken and shredded, the best way to suffer
Like Chuck D said, or was it my mom, speaking of regret
I bleed steps, the golden 18
Beyond sleaze merchants, I behold a great dream
The raw speech furnace, steadily folding your team
Let the beat roll embracing my soul with the warmth
Alone, I wandered blizzards, the coldest of storms
No quantum physics just Qantas visits, flights of fancy
They’re ready to up it, so I supply the ante
Admonished mimics and found that it was breath wasted
I’m too old to spend time and energy on such a basis
Plush amazement, the cartilage of phrases make my spaceship
A short week with long days, take a day trip
Far from faded, my heart is darkness and armor plated
Trying to stay away from favorites so carbonated
Carbon dated my pen with a timer ticking down the fastest
Chiseling my reverie, triplicate to drown the tablet
Down a rabbit hole again, and so I hold the pen
Control the lens my own cinematographer
A bit of flare here and there, fame I’m not concerned
I got a lot of thoughts to burn
But sometimes I turn…
Off my brain so I can relax, aligned with a path
My inner child hides in the back, trying not to cry at the clash
Between what it was told, and what actual life provides
An appetizer for destructive vibes and cyanides
Messiah vibes, getting full of myself, I hold an ax
Cut myself down to size, preempting any bold attacks
Gold is cast for the ones yet unprepared to die
A million fingers point in all directions, saying there’s the lie
So where am I in the midst of all this broken crowd
Asking the same questions 14 year old me spoke aloud
Poke around, seeing what I can locate
Cola flashbacks, like everything is okay
Needlepoint, tufted rugs, even needles crochet
Removing the first letter, like there is no way
A standing ovation for those transporting their loved ones
Instead of succumbing to road rage
A bouquet for all deserving, halt the searches
Side of my house had a fence covered in all nasturtiums
I can smell it still, halfway across the globe
48 years deep in here, still a lot to go
Cannot condone some of the acts of mine, but that’s life
Choices made that didn’t stop me in a trapped site
And this is an interactive passage listeners can roam upon
Combined with Dooz1, I wrote a song
Unbroken bonds formed without a fetter in arm’s reach
Doing this for the love of the love, my heart speaks
A guarded life feels like something for the fearful folk
I’d rather risk the breakage than stymie all the tears exposed
Practice gathers rust, we watch the theories grow
Here we go, limping with a weary drove
Months fly but minutes move in here so clearly slow
credits
from Multitudes Vol. 1,
released March 20, 2023
Dooz for LTF Produxxx made this beat
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
