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Water Child

I was working on Water Child during my last semester of college. At the time, I thought it was really great, but that’s what I think of every one of my newest projects, until I make something better. I skipped a lot of classes that semester to work on music, and my grades suffered for it, but t’was what it was.

I remember that I had been reading a lot of dystopic sci-fi books, as the lyrics reflect. I was dreaming of escapes, and ashamed of my raps, and coming to terms with myself as a musician, and the disconnect between what I thought my life would be like and what it actually was like.

Water Child
  1. All I Hear - 4:05
  2. Let It Go - 4:02
  3. Cold Knife - 2:35
  4. Out to Dry - 1:40
  5. Mouse Trap - 2:19
  6. 5PM News - 2:44
  7. Talk Box - 4:16
  8. Expatriate - 3:12
  9. Room 101 - 3:36
  10. Eyes - 2:47
  11. If You're Found (feat. Drake Sitarz) - 2:18
  12. Fuck You - 4:20
  13. Tongue in Cheek - 3:45
  14. Run - 3:12
  15. Water Child - 3:54

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All I Hear

HOOK: 
All I hear is motherfuckers 
fucking each other on the fucking phone 
All I hear is bitches 
bitching about other bitches while they sitting at home 
All I hear is these little kids listening 
to the global grid 
With nothing to tell them what’s different 
Ask them what their symbol is 

V1: 
I don’t listen to the news 
I don’t read the paper 
watch it move 
what’s it gonna do 
when you need a taper? 
how you gonna lose 
how you gonna win 
when everything is just another symbol limb 
I’m simple too 
but don’t believe my simple rules 
dump on me 
dump on you 
nobody listens for the truth 
only listen for the proof 
to put in 
I’m talking to the room and talking to the pudding 
They tell me to move 
but I don’t listen 
dropping bombs on bonds 
I don’t give in 
I’m a long since gone shot 
I don’t live in my songs, caught 
I live in a single word 
it’s plainspoke and I’m on the verse 
don’t diss other rappers 
I’m pissed and I’m plastered 
say what I want 
only question looking backwards 
and what comes after 

HOOK: 
All I hear is motherfuckers 
fucking each other on their fucking phones 
All I hear is bitches 
bitching about other bitches while they sitting at home 
All I hear is these little kids listening 
to the global grid 
With nothing to tell them what’s different 
Ask them what their symbol is 

V2: 
I don’t listen to people around me 
everyone says something 
got something to say about drowning 
don’t criticize rap music 
it’s a hard craft, takes skill 
I’m making music 
I’m invested, practice every day 
but still I’m just electives 
I’m four years away from mastering my alphabet 
not sure if I’ll make it 
or make an outfit out of deaf 
I’m death-inspired 
in spite of all this fire in my chest 
I’m tired 
but gotta keep climbing to my best 
There was an infinite horizon above my bed 
I tried to climb but fell onto the best 
I’m on my last dime, all the accounts are emptied 
on account of investing myself in sounds a plenty 
I can live but I can’t make a living 
barely floating kicking and I’m hoping 
I can catch a drift and go with the wind where ever it’s blowing 
but I know it’s 

HOOK: 
All I hear is motherfuckers 
fucking each other on their fucking phones 
All I hear is bitches 
bitching about other bitches while they sitting at home 
All I hear is these little kids listening 
to the global grid 
With nothing to tell them what’s different 
Ask them what their symbol is 

V3: 
Bridge the gap between verse and bridge and gap in teeth 
I’m mapping streets, got a degree in geography 
don’t speak 
(breathe) 
Listen again I’m tipping intent 
the dimple is dense 
a pin ful of tense 
a blister that pops 
a pistol that stops 
the bullets and blocks 
a bullet don’t stop 
pierce the clock 
again 
— 
tripping those hands 
the typical man is simple to bend 

HOOK: 
All I hear is motherfuckers 
fucking each other on their fucking phones 
All I hear is bitches 
bitching about other bitches while they sitting at home 
All I hear is these little kids listening 
to the global grid 
With nothing to tell them what’s different 
Ask them what their symbol is 

BRIDGE: 
Ask them what the symbol is X4 
(and I proclaim I am the greatest rapper since Hershey himself, 
wrapping these words in a package to sell…do it all for myself) 

HOOK: 
All I hear is motherfuckers 
fucking each other on their fucking phones 
All I hear is bitches 
bitching about other bitches while they sitting at home 
All I hear is these little kids listening 
to the global grid 
With nothing to tell them what’s different 
Ask them what their symbol is

Let It Go

I feel like there’s a target on my head 
painted on the back of the last thing you never said 
I made peace with my demons, and god knows I won’t be kneeling 
to pray for his forgiveness, he’s the one that put the feelings in it
you want my two cents? here’s a dime for a diamond 
and a bruised sense of what it means to be close-minded 
I’m a ruined watch that won’t keep time and 
make me move it 
the hands that won’t stay wind 
I’ll just keep doing what I do 
until you arrive, old ironsides 
It appears I would jump into traffic 
just to feel the reaction, just to get the tears intact and 
freeze ’em, stare at the happenstance 
take the guillotine to my reasons 
and still here I stand 
I’m feeling a bit lopsided 
they cut my face off 
fed it to rotweiler’s 
and then they faced off 
I’ll rot while I stay soft 
if you parse my language 
it’s based off the same shit 
you explained in basic 
something has to happen and be the impetus 
for an adverse reaction 

They ask me to read between the lines 
but it’s fast heat, never cold enough to attach 
only ashes fall from the cigarette, it’s not a habit 
it’s a way to deal with my stress 
I wouldn’t have it if I were truly blessed 
these blisters show how much pain I put in 
to reach a par of going broke 
and the same can be writ 
for all the time I lost in nope 
all the hope is being bolted down 
I lack the tools to remove it and 
my schooling is slow as sound 
as fast as light I want to be 
but I’ve been passing years in quantity 
Don’t you see?

Cold Knife

I was never one to read comic books 
the superheroes I could commandeer 
associate with in common fear 
of father’s here, father’s gone 
father’s weird 

cosign the loan statements 
compiled up in loading bays 
one line is known far away 
the rest are laid to rest in place 
buy less they say 
but never save a second to line up their navels 
on sea-faring benches 
abel murders cain to make room for his angst 
and then thanks his mother for giving birth 
before jumping from the fertile earth 
he lays 

Hook: 
it’s this cold knife 
that i plunge into my whole life 

clip your dollar off coupon 
I’m gonna trottle off 
try to throttle my galoshes 
stomp and stop 
as I soon as I hear the change fall from my pockets 
near to reach and pick up something lost its 
my job, like I’m peeling off my gauze 
the bandages are bandits, run away from their encampments 
and scavenge all they can since, nothing seems to 
land with me 

dreaming like my nightmares are free 
and I can write scared 
be just another man right there 
standing on the corner 
waiting for his one true love 
if you believe in that 
or his whore to come on up 
and eat his cash 
trash made of white bags 
translucent hype tag 

I’m bored of this 
don’t you take me 

Hook: 
cold knife 
plunge into my whole life

Mouse Trap

click and left click 
click and right click 
click and click 

Judge my directions 
judge the way that I’m been testing 
I’m investing 
my congestion 
only thoughts are second-guesses 
left in ether 
the either don’t tether 
my peter to feed her 
feet up, don’t let the fate escape 
regulate the heater 
meter-feeder 
say my prayers to my mind reader 
let me meet her 
as of late, it’s he who heard 
I had a way with heathen words 
and had to wait before the reason 
burst 
before the reason hurt 
the safe word is that I am never safe 
my clots coagulate the blood a lot 
a park alarm 
the mud is hot 
I cut his business card 
cause effects no he don’t talk 
he’s personal affects are lost in real wrongs 

click and left click 
click and right click 
click and click 

all to hell with it 
I’m all inclusive 
held it quick 
‘cuz hell don’t quit 
selling two for held a whip 
I’m held in cellars by my wish 
this prison is a jail cell 
free escape and aol 
my nail held 
my stocking 
waiting for the santa claus 
to stop in, cop it 
claim it all a cock-fight 
cocking his gun in my night 
my dreams are happy like 
his type is unkempt 
all are shaven all if 
all lips are sealed 
down in blindfolds 
revealing nine holes 
courses in the mini golf 
of course you’re 
talking to the mini hulk

Talk Box

It depends who you ask 
some people call me plainspoke 
others call me gary 
and some still are left with blank notes 
because my name is tearing at the edges 
urban dictionary says it’s 
an asshole with a vengeance 
but I’m back in my home in my head with 
my favorite kind of medicine, 
kind of menacing 
a condescending mess 
it’s bitter happy endings gone against the many 
but I’m trying to send a message to my best friend of plenty 
who’s left with a pile of bills and paperwork 
not a person, but my favorite word 
I pay them first a visit to the hospital 
where they been living searching for pots of gold 
in which they piss in when it’s cold 
and all the polls are stuck to wishes 
I got old 

who am i and who do i want to be 
where am i and when am i gonna see 

divvy up the vestiges of all the things I’ve ever been 
the nest it sits, empty with the next of kin 
I gently, lent the lexicon 
it sent me to another place 
where no one ever met me 
with my other face 
I fetch the faith 
then glue it, pasting 
all the way 
I’ve wasting all the weight 
the worsted yarn is what it’s weighed 
its what I saw that’s 
wetter stayed 
the weather stayed and made it’s name 
I don’t do this fake 
if it rains, it reigns 
if it breaks, it brakes 
all the same 
I only chase the lonely 
wait for home 
but I don’t know these 

who am i and who do i want to be 
where am i and when am i gonna see 

these are giveaways 
for the people they give away 
adopted at any age 
doesn’t matter where they came from 
if they came and if they change some 
that’s all that matters today 
I handle it and it’s my mandolin 
that fades, candle-lit, pistol-whipped 
by the kid he missed in his ish 
his lines are ill 
but repetitive 

they kill nobody 
but I bet you think it’s funny 
muster up the courage and cunning 
better bit by the bunny 
I’m running 
never to stop it 
ain’t it lotty 
press the play and pop shit 
it’s another topping that 
don’t stand a chance to hipping hopping 
opportunities knocking 
but who’s me 
that’s talking moodily 
unlocking moods and stocking brews 
nobody’s doodling 
talking news 
it’s all the canoodling 
I peruse the blues and find the blacks 
a plus is all the slacks 
are cut with care 
but listen, they’re 
ticking, set aside the land, it’s missing 
the bomb is bigger than the band, 
I band against the hansel, gretel and 
handsome threats full of pretzels 
pissing the petals of flowers away 
that’s hours a day 

who am i and who do i want to be 
where am i and when am i gonna see 

they ask me to breathe 
but I can’t find my breath 
I can’t conclude if it’s the rest 
or if it’s all I’ve got left 
if it’s a test 
and I’ve been leaving since I could step 
‘because I believe in 
what’s ahead 
if I’m confined to the feeling that I’ve been fine 
I’m dead 
I’m a mime of a mime 
a copy of a copy of a mind that’s been read 
you can mine it but the gold’s been bled 
I’ve been running the other way since 
nobody told me otherwise 
the way is thin 
but nobody told me you can cut through the lines 
hey! 
two-ply is never enough for a man 
who’s real life is paper-mache 
stuffed with a face of a page 
I’m double or nothing they say 
but I don’t know what they say 
‘cuz I don’t listen, I only talk 

who am i and who do i want to be 
where am i and when am i gonna see

Expatriate

Show your face 
tell ’em how you feel when you wait 
and how you heal, if you break 
the wheel is made in outer space 
I’m outta space, in my apartment 
in my mind I’m comparted 
calculate the distance between 
being hard and disheartened 

I set the bar and drink until I shake beneath 
the weight of our achievements 
make me feel like I need you 
to sleep and eat 
and weave in and out of consciousness 
before I drift at least 
and I lean on others for support 
before they missing me since 
orphans never dream 
they drop me before I’m capable of standing 
leave me to slump and steadily land in 
narcissistic lumps 
they go 
hand in hand with cancerous answers 
and generic legos 
my answer wasn’t fake though 

I’m trying to get away 
trying to escape 
I’m trying to get away 
but I’m trying too late 

Show me your name 
it’s kinda similar to one I had before 
or a friend 
I forget of which I’ve had so more 
the lessons never seem to end 
just memories and seams that fit together 
but never seem to mend 
remember me 
before you leave for men 
a family and a reason then 
to banish me to islands 
that form a lens and formalize my eyelids 
my stripes are aligned 
but this is a goodbye 
in silence 
though 
it doesn’t look right 
there’s still so much time in the book, write 
the lines are good 
but there’s a little space between the rhymes and hooks 
I lace my shoes like it’s the last time I’m ever gonna do this 
then I walk up, knock, and ask who it is 

I’m trying to get away 
trying to escape 
I’m trying to get away 
but I’m trying too late 

Show me your hands 
cut up by the chances taken 
make a sand trap 
fall into it only hatred 
ask my name 
as if it’s changed since 
last time we exchanged these glances 
thanks for your advances 
toward my batshit crazy this 
and your batshit crazy that 
I’m just a space cadet 
that happened to piss my pants 
call me lazy, yes? I’m focused 
the only one with the boat that’s never broken 
‘cuz I never sail to keep my options open 

I’m trying to get away 
trying to escape 
I’m trying to get away 
but I’m trying too late

Room 101

I’m stumbling over the basics 
try to find my stride and take it 
bet it’s tired of being naked 
always out in the open spaces 
breaking 
down, I’m broken 
tell me how to slow the moment 
is it a mechanism? is it a mold? 
is it a bowl of wisdom? 
pulsing, throbbing 
feel it in my heart, it’s bobbing up and down 
sob and 
feel it bounce around inside my scars 
it’s robbing 
me of my good will 
like a bad man, masks his filth 
with habits 
I can fill a journal 
with anything 
but what happened 

I’m just another Smith 
Winston’s got his other mistress 
in this room we talk about how 

flakes of glitter make the glass break 
spittle, goes that pitter-patter down the glass 
hate 
this prism, it’s like prison, 
reflecting the innards back with him 
feeling like his shit is whack 
hit him over the head with a baseball bat 
and kill him ‘cuz he’s dead inside to me 
the meat is still in he 
decides to leave while he’s a head 
heading toward the betting booth 
but his eyes are tired, too tired to climb 
I’m betting you he 
can’t see the signs, he’s blinded by time and debt 
nothing to make up for when he’s already filled with regret 
If I had a penny for every time I said that 

I’m just another Smith 
Winston’s got his other mistress 
in this room we talk about how 

My bones are crackling in the wind 
like leaves I’ve never seen or been 
never seems to be the same as when it begins 
I feel the pain, the seams are thin 
seasons change 
I look within, it’s saying I’m already finished 
but I’m not ready to give in 
this limits our relationship, sink it while we still shit 
up on the windowsill where pills live 
around this rust bucket of love, fill it 
I crush it between what’s just enough 
and kill it to lean up on my pillars 
when they come up ‘cuz 

I’m just another Smith 
Winston’s got his other mistress 
in this room we talk about how 

in this room we talk about our losses, talk about our crosses 
we crawl away in awe with the room

Eyes

Maintain that same sense of patience 
and everything has changed since that day that we changed it 
she changed and I changed yet still we say we stayed the same 
and everything around us just on came and drowned us all arcane 
I can say that it’s a chain and you can break the links 
but we both know that that’s not the way the world drinks 
the weight of the world weighs us down with the raising up 
pick a number, lucky lotto, hoping that you win a buck 
it’s all so automatic, we stay living noble as a savage, 
just stay looking for those cups in the kitchen cabinet 
it’s a tragic story, just waiting to be written 
sitting knitting in the middle while everything’s been hit and 
I’m a mitten, pit and all 
a pick of parliament pit at a parlor trick 
I bought a whiff a smoke 
never inhaled 
never went home 
ever the whale, ever alone 
ever to sail, onto my mode 

and even though you’ve tried 
these are my eyes 

the size is double and triple 
we live a little 
but double-dip in what it tickles 
a nickel a pickle of 
pennies 
try to blend but we 
barely have memories and enemies 
our heads, our centerpiece 
it’s ending for free 
but then it means 
since the energy’s potential 
not yet achieved 
like even you try to breathe 
believe in these lies to feed 
and healing through time is heathen 
I am cheap 
don’t read my mind, 
just read these eyes and you’ll cheat 

I’m leaking oil before you ever need to see it boil 
off the edge, it’s nonsense, to steal the coils 
a concept of minds perpetual and foiled 
I’m a line digressing from the soil 
lest it’s mine to toil 
I’m invested and this time 
I work until it’s perfect 
and then I break it down 
to burn it 
we keep the world turning 
we keep the world turning 
because we hurt it 
we keep the world turning 
because we heard it 

and even though you tried 
these are my eyes

If You’re Found (feat. Drake Sitarz)

To achieve our aim and mission 
it is rocket science 
a common complaint of our condition 
because we’ve been taking sides 
and itching patches pricked into our hides 
with the needles of lies 
to hide the idols 
idolize the idle lives we hide 
oh why oh why 
is that the wild west 
in wiser times 
where the trials are kept 
in vials of pressurized miles of lesser minds 
and tiled to present what’s rightly mine 
to the people that wait in line 
for the products of our design 

the files are filed away and down to pry apart the page 
it’s mine and if we call this art 
it’s time to start our healing phase 
heat and gauze revealing age 
our rhymes are weakened by the week 
and we can see the scars of defeat 
in the eyes 
so speak your heart in bleak 
cause and better breathe before we caulk 
these windows and doors are recalled 
handle the horrors of heat loss 
and force 

I don’t want to lose you now 
theres no place to go underground 
i don’t wanna lose you now 
theres nowhere to go but down 
nowhere x 1200028 
if you look around 
theres nowhere to go 
nowhere to go if you’re found 

totally 
forgot about a tally 
my salary is paid in celery and celibacy 
so sell ’em what’s cheap 
I’ve never been deep 
just difficult to read 
and it’s typical of me to be blunt 
but I’ve blown a few fuses in my drunken muses 
what? it’s the gum stuck to the shoes that shows what I been using 
and who’s in? nobody but I’m choosing 
a few since 
it’s oozing out the seams, now whose gon’ call it 
my dream, and I’m in college 
now just trying to scheme my way out of what you call this 

I don’t want to lose you now 
theres no place to go underground 
i don’t wanna lose you now 
theres nowhere to go but down 
nowhere x 1200028 
if you look around 
theres nowhere to go 
Nowhere to go if you’re found

Fuck You

complicated like infinite jest 
convoluted 
conflate it like all of the rest 
come pollute it 
I compliment my favorite 
contemplate the sacred 
second guess these acrid 
smells can’t contain it 
I can tell to 
touch this page and it’s 
pavement since 
this isn’t my favorite dish 
I pay to win 
and play to finish 
the game don’t quit 
inside your limits 

do I know you? 

I already bought my plot 
it’s a nice shady spot 
where the grandmother sits 
and knits her pot-holders 
pulls all stops 
I cost a million dollars 
cold and clammy hands 
of granny 
hand-me-downs 
and panniers 
the penny heard 
it go down 
I’m gon’ land you first 
the biggest fist 
for the biggest fish 
right through the hook 
into the dish 
I persist and exist 
outside town 
simultaneous 

fuck you 
I’m listening 
I’m speaking 
I’m saying on what’s on mind 

fuck you 
that’s what’s on my mind 
ask what’s on my mind 

yes you do 
we saw each other 
last night noon 
full moon 
so bright 
I blind you with my shoe 
crush your skull beneath my foot 
I’m talking, bitch 
don’t listen good 
it’s awful shit, don’t listen good 

fuck you 
I’m listening 
I’m speaking 
I’m saying on what’s on mind 

fuck you 
that’s what’s on my mind 
ask what’s on my mind 

do I know you? 

tongue-in cheek 
I bend my rules around the menace 
can’t seem to see 
the end of this 
and beginnings are shit 
Dennis don’t go to school 
he’s always dropping out with tenants that are cool 
at the end of the lease at least that’s the fools 

fuck you 
I’m listening 
I’m speaking 
I’m saying on what’s on mind 

fuck you 
that’s what’s on my mind 
ask what’s on my mind

Tongue in Cheek

I don’t know what I feel 
how I feel about it 
how you feel? 
when I’m feeling up 
or feeling down 
it’s feeling feelings 
indescript in verbs and nouns 
I take ’em to my crypt 
that’s in the ground 
eternal, everlasting bliss 
that’s what they say when someone passes 
how you know that’s how it happens? 
that we’ll ever be truly happy 
have a beat and have a rappy 
have a nap and take a seat 
in the back, see 
there’s no seatbelts 
in the sea, felt it drift endlessly 
to sleep 
I’m set to see so much 
but don’t enough fucks 
I lack the motivation 
to walk for three minutes 
sit for fifty until I’m finished 
and satiated 
my limits are 1-5 if I’m double-dipping 
I’m menacing to no one 
you meant to say 
that I was slow 
when I said I was sorry 
but today is not yesterday 
you know 

it’s the past we don’t repeat 
even though we do tongue-in-cheek 

advertisements advertise a line of ties 
for father’s day 
but what if your father doesn’t wear a tie 
he’s not a father in their eyes 
what’s that say 
about your complexion 
and what you hide 
I best get going 
further away from the point of origin 
I tried this oar 
but the boat just keeps turning toward you 
just keeps turning toward you 
forward i row 
backward i go 

it’s the past we don’t repeat 
even though we do tongue-in-cheek

Run

Issac is his name
fucked his mother Katrina
lies did
just the same
as Mother Teresa
mind it never changed
she lost the train to sainthood
now she’s a woman on a billboard,
built for change if change is good
ask them what we’d kill for
yet she remains our woods
these angles are built for
tangles that pilfer
dangle over tills
to tangle our time and limit our lips
label the lies the truth and quit
able to rise, never to live

it’s a game played by men that know the rules
it’s a game changed by men that know to choose
they run from you

limit what you pay back
like in it, could you say that?
a gimmick for the stray cats
estranged from the pack
abstain from the black
sorcery make it so serene-ic
close to me, I’m close to screaming
know me
I’m bulimic
throw up all the bullshit
holding it in motion
ocean if its open
Hoping it’s broken before I break it to broke-in
make it uniform
unique like a unicorn
you need to conform
and tell us apart before we’re born
it’s a place to stay warm, to be warned before the outset
torn apart in mourning, I’mma pour myself in ounces
and pound this fist into the ground it’s down quick
sink into the density around this I quit
before my gown slips
and my lips are sealed by drowned ships
can’t seem to swim in this, it’s typical to bounce in
gelatin, jealousy is crowned king
by the men I’m counting in this

it’s a game played by men that know the rules
it’s a game changed by men that know to choose
they run from you

the bills are crisp and freshly printed
painted over by the freshly minted
princes, don’t wince at the image in his head
it’s the better men that limit what you’ve said
I grimace through the pain, you diminish what
I’ve laid
I can’t change that, only can remain sad
or pick up my belongings
throw em out the window as the train pass
my chain catch, the lesson:
living long and laid last
paid in cash, I barely exist
the plastic is my only gist
I’m packing up my shit
these packages are
mist in the fog, get caught in your paws
live forever like the host with the most applause
only nobody knows that it’s you in claws
only nobody cares that you are lost
only nobody’s here to take you home
when you’ve got nowhere to go
and it’s all that you want in this game that you are

it’s a game played by men that know the rules
it’s a game changed by men that know to choose
they run from you

Water Child

V1: 
I ask a question but don’t care about the answer 
ask me again, that’s what you got hands for 
take notes, scribble with a pen and pay for living it again 
my paper writ itself, I rid myself of all these vapors 
fake people living fake lives 
as real as I take a knife 
stab it in to my right hand 
not my write hand, that’s the left 
there’s nothing left 
when you ingest all the stuff in nearest death 
I’m here and then, it’s never better 
always getting split ends 
I better mend the fabric 
patches in a hole to limit access 
hold my hand while I minimize what that says 
and go against my best judgement 
‘cuz when you look into the lens 
I’m the only one that loves it 

Hook: 
I’m a water child living in an island X3 

V2: 
awake, remember nothing but the wake 
I think my dreams are nothing but the wait 
waiting for the dinner plate, I don’t eat no more just sleep until I pay the rent 
that’s if I pay the rent 
and paint the picture as they meant 
I paint the beast but the pain is deep 
and I obtain the fee but it’s not for free 
it’s awful see, I try to be the blindest 
but the sun just keeps blinding 
with that whitecraft insolation 
the insulation is crap 
and I’m a hall of nations 
hauling everybody by body bag and drainage basin 
into christmas dinners 
we got box after box of christian sinners 
in set places 
locks are weighted, deadbolt 
have a bowl and bread for 
that dreadful evening 
the leavening of reasons to be 
a hegemony 
mass marketed I’m in the wrong enemy 
our marks are picked, pocked 
hip-hop 
a struggle of shit rocked 
I want to leave but I’m here stopped 
this a piss-poor architecture 
cardboard box hold better than a ledger 
they don’t let you go bankrupt 
call it a support system 
I call it staying poor 
‘cuz if you ain’t with them 
you with them 
that’s my piece of wisdom 
busted it out with a pair of pliers 
see that 
that’s my nerve sticking out on the wire 

Hook: 
I’m a water child living in an island X3 

V3: 
It’s what you get 
when you mix 
two pieces of shit 
you get shit 
but eventually you get bricks 
to build up with 
and mold a new 
built up kick 
to ride in silence 
pick up those eyelids 
and tick 
the boxes 
check em off 
like the rocks is 
with every clock tick 
I talk shit 
to myself 
and everyone hurts 
because I fell 
inside my verse 
the cellar’s lights are broke 
on purpose 
I broke my purpose 
it was to rap these verses 
better than I ever did before the word slipped 
but I’m worth it 
you can count on the curses 
keeping up with the burns 
I got my muffins done perfect 
Burns don’t know my last name 
first came served in the fast lane 
sir 

Hook: 
I’m a water child living in an island X3