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i’m a slimy odriscol
mind as sharp as a pistol
soon as i blow the whistle
they flock to cop my epistles
the lost tapes, trial and errors shrouded in mystery
will ransack my corpse as soon as i can get rid of me
parade the art that’s stowed away, suffering dystrophy
some of dillas stashed work should have been history.
sleeping dogs deserve to lie down and be undisturbed
same for pieces that were unfinished, the creator not done with his work
i’d rather have my grave disgraced than waste away with knowledge that
my thoughts and efforts burned in the flames of those with eyes perturbed
selling my handcrafted sounds for a profit
without my consent to have a hand in the process
these types of dealings hurt and mangle the progress
of becoming an artist, they have you stuck in their pockets
pockets popping with profit, leave you a valuable object
with no knowhow to attack the problem, be honest.
pay for pleasure over progress, please enjoy
splice your macbook in half for cash, please enjoy
post a sample, gift a lawsuit, please enjoy.
enjoy, there’s nothing wrong with new toys
you get a rush from sitting wide eyed in the centerfold
learning tricks and trades from those who’ve reached the pinnacle
I’ve seen you stop time, rewind, and stare bewildered
the flame began to kindle, in your heart it grew a sigil
one with great lust and longing for the song to dance with you
hold your hand and guide you past the missed first glance
you’d make them proud on the second, if it came
walked in the rain, was told to dance in it, move your ass
broken down and unperturbed, a one winged bird
i know your heart was hurt, close to a burst, they hurled you with slurs
unspoken conversations with liquor and gas station clerks
with every empty bottle, cartons, oh the times you could splurge
you shut the world out, worked bone crushing late nights
doubted any efforts would result in fair fights
i look back with gratitude, you did good, you were right
now we both hold the torch to show the light, be my guide.
work your ass to the bone marrow, please enjoy
fire arrows at the pharoahs, please enjoy
i am the man you strived for, please enjoy
please enjoy, the fire blossomed into joy
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i look into your eyes and i see the bitch in you
can’t even imagine what you go home too
bootlicking wife, a shitty kid
a septic life that’s how it is
im posting my dick in groupchats for random bids on who gets to hit
ive studied aesop more than I’ve gone to therapy
their both the same to me, don’t waste my energy on fallacies
i spend my paycheck on some funyons, mental illness in abundance
make my way right through the gungeon, you columbus with your function
say you pioneered a style that’s been around before your birth
no matter who, whoevers there ima step and ima flirt
their clavicle, is palpable, they rip and tear my shirt
your talk doesn’t persuade, base my worth on actions first
my funko pops are staring at me, i wonder what their thinking
making it through months some binge and some drinking
iMovie is glitching, my eyes twitching
maybe i need to start listening.
ma keeps telling me to read the scripture
i don’t have time for myths and magic
body feels like (REDACTED)
i keep staring through the fabric
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The flesh that I acquire
From my selfish desires
Is a mess I admire
I’m helpless to find the
Reason why
I did so fine squeezing by
Now I cease to find
Any sort of peace of mind
A tortured soul I weeped and cried
This mask that I’ve put on has finally seeped inside
This devil on my shoulder he won’t leave my side
I tried to break away all I’ve done is deepened ties
A hollow heart an empty shell
I don’t dare to look I know those eyes they’ll tempt me well
If my thoughts could manifest I’d be sent to hell.
My eyes can say everything that I’m meant to tell
the agent provocateur of my own demise
ive surmised
that those who leave
have seen the real me
that lives past my eyes
i sit and watch him pass
i wanna say my peace
my words can’t find their footing
falling blissfuly
they say the sky is the limit, thats a lie
how can you climb so high without resources to survive?
how can you be the one that spits at the throne of god
when your fellow man doesn’t realize that he’s at odds.
falling through unmade realities there’s little to be saved
“failed at every stage” will be chiseled on my grave
i fumble in a haste to be my fathers saving grace
but in the wreckage of the race
i’ve sealed my fate. locked away.
on the gates
the rust emerges like vines
on the ground
the footprints stand the test of time
on my face
shows my triumphs and my torments
how a boy who was a door mat
could morph into something gorgeous
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whose California
Artist/Producer
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ClockTower
my latest work is my best work.
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