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It's Time to Rebuild
01:25
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There's some things in life that can't be fixed
Luckily I'm a carpenter by trade
It's time to rebuild
The framing is my mental and physical health
The wiring is my creativity and passion
Understanding of trauma is the water drain pipes
Now add the insulation of empathy and compassion
Then the windows of opportunity
Attach the drywall of loved ones and community
Sand down the spackle of my regret and mistakes
The paint is the ability to be present in one's feelings
Now furnish with expression
And live
It's time to rebuild
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Y'all need to shit or get off the marijuana
We stay hungry, trying eat like piranhas
Off this fire, talking Benihana's
Cooking with Chill da God and stacking all the commas
Mr. Talk About Your Feelings, no topic too personal
My rhymes is too nice, my rhymes is too versatile
But I'm just a carpenter's son
Trying to reap the many benefits of the sun
And art itself is an extension
Of one's self, so I use this expression
As a sword in the war against depression
A battle to achieve a sort of self ascension
I'm the aforementioned benefit of the sun
Trying to love myself as I search for the one
When the feels is too real, and the beat is too chill
Y'all playing catch up, trying to muster up the will
We building
A better world for the children
Building
A better world for the children
Building
A better world for the children
Building
Yea
These pillars is important
The devil is sitting in a rhinestone tatted up fortress
Building a house for the world to resort in
We killing off our people and we watching reinforcements
House of the hill, gotta fix what we can't see
Seven Miller Lite's in the pantry
With my name on it, no Bambi
Improvement comes from having to plan to build what you can't see
We wallow in the water, I'm drowning in the aura
Hope my daughter see her father was a man of the honor
Hope my son see the man with the light
'Cause darkness swallow bodies in the lamb of the life, aiight
I'm on my Tim Allen foundation
Need tools to slash any rules in the way that will get me impatient
Barking up the wrong tree Nathan, the house won't build itself
My n, we building
A better world for the children
Building
A better world for the children
Building
A better world for the children
Building
Yea
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Jesus Was A Carpenter
01:50
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Jesus was a carpenter
And God is a two faced narcissist with nobody stopping her
I be chilling in the Garden of Edan
Planting apple seeds, and, eating
Fuck you I won't do what you tell me
So go ahead and try and expel me
I'm just trying to be a decent person
That don't define morals by pre-marital sex and cursing
While there still exists disease and famine
And such horrid evil I cannot fathom
Killing over versions of the same phantom
Man, that just sounds dumb
Like arguing who go the better imaginary friend
I simply cannot comprehend
I'm not concerned what happens at the end
As I strive to be a better neighbor and friend
I won't let a book of metaphors strictly define
How I live my life and perceive the divine
That's not to say I don't be believing in God
I just think your variation might be a fraud
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What's Real?
02:05
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Have you ever thought about, how every thought, that you
Ever thought has already been thought, so you
Think the simulation got you feeling distraught, its like
Every idea was once sold and then bought, so you
Open reality but the zipper gets caught, and you
Realize the prize is not the one that you sought, and the
Thought that you thought is not the one that you thought, and what you
Thought to be real, is simply just not
I'm about as real as a goddamn firefly
But I refuse to let God, Zeus, or Jah, rule as a higher life
So I question my entire life
And will do so until the universe decides to retire light
If you looking to the sky I be on the next flight
But if you talk simulation I got the next flight
An yea, I might be another NPC
Trying to march to the beat of my own MPC
On the search to define what it means to be free
What it means to be conscious, what it means to be me
'Cause I'm just an atom asking what's the matter
Swimming in the pool when they remove the ladder
How can the infinite even get defined
And are my choices and thoughts actually mine
So I take both pills and question free will
I have no idea what it means to be real
Have you ever thought about, how every thought, that you
Ever thought has already been thought, so you
Think the simulation got you feeling distraught, its like
Every idea was once sold and then bought, so you
Open reality but the zipper gets caught, and you
Realize the prize is not the one that you sought, and the
Thought that you thought is not the one that you thought, and what you
Thought to be real, is simply just not
Is it real son, if it's really real son
Let me know its real son, if its really real
Is it real son, if it's really real son
Let me know its real son, if its really real
Is it real son, let me know its real son
If its really real son, let me know its real
Is it real son, if it's really real son
Let me know its real son, if its really real
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Picking Up The Pieces
02:08
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My accent is derivative of missing my ex and
Acting like I'm fine, when I'm really just masking
Multitasking, don't know what its like to be everlasting
Can't fight my way out of a wet paper casket
Don't ask kid, I drown my sorrows with a case labeled basket
The voice in my head is about to get his ass kicked
'Cause every dream I ever had has been sad from the start
So when we started to part, it really tore me apart
You know they say that home is where the heart is
I guess I come from a broken home, you pulled the carpet
Out from under my feet, I'm still floored
Leaving parts of myself behind on your floor
No more, I really had enough to think
Lost the only thing in my life that felt secure in one blink
Now I'm avoiding the drink, cause quite honestly
Sometimes the thing I'm most scared of is me
You see I still feel puzzled as I try to
Modge podge my hodgepodge life and rethink the puzzle
With out seeing the cover photo on the box
The struggle is real but I'm strong like an ox
I don't know what to do
I gave away parts of myself, the best ones went to you
But its not you, its a me problem
Now I'm a piece of shattered glass with a knee problem
Left picking up the pieces
Redefining what my peace is
I'm left picking up the pieces
Redefining what my peace is
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A lot of times my face feels heavy, left arm feels heavier
Middle of day coming back down from when I left the earth
Bending curbs, ascending, lamenting, pinching petty words
Out of a memory, clenching teeth, falling in head in first
Into my own brain, skin looking like it's wrinkles
Always looking for the fatty folds where I can fit this key thru
Socialite and recluse, crow's eye is see thru
And I know it, perched on clothesline where the breeze blew
Death is so subtle thank God it's not always physical
This mask is suffocating, I kept it on in the living room
For what tho, up close, months old, tongue gross
Snub nose clutched, rope hung, lonesome, but hope
More than hope, still don't even know my own strength
Even when I'm feeling empty somehow fill my own tank
Can't even take that for granted, it's a skill that I hope stays
That I know stays, as I approach the four way
With bones scathed, learning from my injuries
Especially ones where I ask what has gotten into me
Dotted symmetry, reminder of how it unfolds and how I tend to be
When I feel like i'm my own enemy
I'm a walking ball of anxiety in a trench coat
With a person mask, sneaking into a screening of Memento
What year is it? But time isn't linear
You can call this nonsense, don't call it late to dinner
One, two, three, get off my old man's apple tree
Been looking for hiding spots since before I could see
Through my four eyes, nor two, nor three
When times get tough I've been know to flee
And yea, my ambitions playing peek-a-boo
In the mirror like I don't know what I see in you
Yo, I got a question I must ask tho
Can I sport a fake mustache on my passport?
In the foxhole, rocking all camo
Down to the Crocs, stay strapped, no ammo
Na na na na na, you'll never find me
'Cause sometimes even I forget that I'm hiding
Sometimes even I
Sometimes even I
Sometimes even I
Forget that I'm hiding
Sometimes even I
Sometimes even I
Sometimes even I
Forget that I'm hiding
Forget, forget
That I'm my own enemy
I'm my own enemy
That I'm
Hiding
Hiding
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7. |
Under Construction
02:13
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I spilled my heart out like no one's been listened
Built a home out of these words when the homies stopped visiting
No shade, its just y'all don't see the vision
So if you ain't cooking, you need to stay up out the kitchen
I've been trying to work on myself
The first step is admitting when you be needing some help
I'm knocking down the walls, and it be like, welp
I always wanted an open concept for my mental health
I need more than a count of paint, but thats all I can afford
So I'll remain ajar as I wait to be adored
But I'm mostly ignored, and slightly off hinge
No one really wants a fixer upper to binge
No one really wants a fixer upper to binge
When it rains it pours, yea, I need a new roof
I can't stop myself from leaking out the truth
Expression can be a form of repair
Every rhymes and every snare is a war against despair
I found growth in the routine maintenance
Patching all the cracks and re-pointing the basement
I try not to lay myself to waste as
I'm noticing my breaths and practicing my patience
I stay for-filled when I stay building
But I vow to never put up those popcorn ceilings
Yea, I wanna be up front with my feelings
Always under construction, but never needing fixing
Always under construction, but never needing fixing
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The Taste of Vomit Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Weird emo kid rap from the planet Earth.
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