I’ve got enough to drown a city
Self doubt, no counterfeiting I’m down and driven
When sound is living
J. Depina make the scape that I roam upon
No road of palm, just me with a sober song
I won’t be long, three minutes or so, and I’m ghost
Sharing the innermost, put on the mask, begin to boast
Wondering how long this Crooked raft is finna float
Could’ve took the cash and been a mope? Nope
My cynic notes the way the world was once promised to me
Now it feels more like kama sutra, calm and gloomy
Palm the ruby, stigmata modernized marketshare
Sharks repair thousands of teeth in the dark aware
A carcass where a heart had beaten now lies frozen
A finger thumb brush covers up the eyes open
The scene remains, the lights fade away to other spots
Bottles broken in bags for those who Stumbled off
When it comes to loss, only so much individuals can hold
Bitterness corrodes from within, frigid in the snow
I sit back, listening to folk chatter on this and that
That had been a pistol whipping lifting the skin to mask
Some grin and grasp whatever crutch is within arm’s reach
May we stay way out of the sway of harm’s keep
Blood pressure rises when the speeding of the cars creep
My dream is glorious crematoriums dark teak
Maybe mahogany inlay for that grim day
Read the stories in the paper they’ve recorded them
Reward us with different prizes, coordinates
In pretty vases with notes, the orchids sit
There’s got to be more to this, than trying to just be
…or is it just me?
The hushed breathe with vapor clouds the only witness
So when that end arrives, there’s no resistance
Some go the distance, breaking life’s sentence into fragments
And hindsight insists iit hasn’t been as bad since
Seen so many come and go, but here I am
…doing what I can
I cry for people that I haven’t seen in years
Sitting in the chapel with the shrapnel and the fears
There’s something powerful in embracing loss
Getting to that point of the journey, and the days it cost
Making peace, even if it escapes, we’re familiar
Seeing each other in the light of days, no certain filter
We search bewildered, finding comfort in the ways of old
Those without defenses have the bravest souls
Content enough to live and feel it all, joy and pain
And all the in betweens seep in poison frames
A poignant claim that we own anything but right now
No matter what that piece of paper says, lie down
credits
from Multitudes Vol. 1,
released March 20, 2023
J. Depina 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
