Have you ever been completely isolated? Totally by yourself even though you're surrounded by others. That's what it really means to be alone...And to be a loner.
I have been torn and reborn to live/ for my morbid thoughts til they pour into a storm again/ sick and deranged with issues with rage/ symptoms are plain I can’t wish them away/ my bars seem predictable, I started out miserable/ now the only friends I have are the artists I listen to/ rarely chill in fact and never interact/ show me to the door and point me to the back/ Nothin I gotta know, and it’s impossible/ one reason I think conversation is uncomfortable/ Lost and gotta ask “What”? all the time/ then I either cross or talk outta line/ Losin health as I stress out over not choosin help/ at the point I can't even introduce myself/ Can’t even talk on the phone, needs to be an online network/ fuck it, Clozapine, do the next verse/
C) I'm alone and I'm dead, and I'm dyin' inside/ And I'm a long way from home, ain't been treatin' me right/ And I'ma fall when I rise, see the hurt in disguise/ I'ma choke on my words, while I'm swallowin' knives/ x2
I distemper the night-time sky with emotions/ reflective of the saturnine look in my eyes when it's merged with oceans/ of my mind, thoughts rolling endlessly, eclipsed with the skies/ Of my enemies, no hope today, purge my inner-identity/ And I'm findin' day by day that I have more in common with this enmity/ I'm breakin' ties with people I used to call, my friends and family/ It's insanity, my contorted body in the closet, I'm my own skeleton in vanity/ And askin' me what the problem is, Isn't doin' a damn for me/ Re-open the wounds of alienation and insularity/ It's apparent to me that when I open up, It plunges me back into anomie and anonymity/ Struggling to cope with being an anomaly, severin' ties with an estranged philosophy/ I'm the cockeyed lopsided insecurity/ Addicted to smelling the roses thorn, the incarnate form/ of my separation anxiety, sobriety/ is hard to come by, goodbye, throw one down and I'm gone/
C)
I know it seems Im holding onto broken dreams/ and that no one even gets me besides maybe Clozapine/
c)Vitiate, what are we, like social outcasts, gotta be the ones to fall back/ On the rhythm when I hit 'em with an awkward flow, in the background, talk is slow/
So caustic, robotic, heartless, no conscience/ no one to stop me from going unconscious/ forgotten first, before I’m rotten under earth/
c)Spendin' my time like a broken note, the wreckage of my hearse/
Caught packaged in my body, everyone wants to label me/
c)Just a product of an autopsy, the audio beats right through me/Splice the beats, music bleeds through my irises, I'm a witness to defeat/ I'm a witness to this pain, I'm a witness
Gone insane/
Hopeless in a lonely ocean…
C)Spendin' my time openin' my emotions/ Spendin' my time skippin' the stones over The mahogany of my boat 'n just floatin/
Im fightin for a place, don’t make me a replacement/ no invitations to occasions…
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023