>red line<
avatar(s): nibiru fæ, tris kemet
role(s): art director, writer, music producer, vocalist, recording engineer, graphic designer
associate(s): champion johnson, enne dawson
date(s): 01.2020-10.2022
location(s): dallas, tx, usa
platform(s): macbook pro, ipad air, mac mini m1, garageband, logic pro x, bandlab
from >light rail<
chorus
got deja vu, been through this many times.
scenes on replay and i'm hypnotized.
by the view of this skyline at night,
all of the lights, so many colors i might go blind.
lost track of time,
could never find what i came here for but that's alright;
still itching to fight, no compromise,
steady hand lifts a knife, gripping it tight.
won't sell my soul just rent it.
you niggas all pretending,
clutching your pearls so offended,
in your feelings and my mention.
i'm pretty and pretentious.
watch every move it's momentous;
high profile person of interest,
eyes so wide see my ascension.
verse i
doors open up in front of me
cause i've got copies of the master key.
doing dealings horizontally
since counting sheep only makes me lose sleep.
why would i want niggas underneath
when they always seem to get under feet?
every one of us got mouths to feed
but not everyone is a fucking leech.
broke bread with the family then
fucked around and let vanity distort your reality.
in bed with the enemy,
something i can't believe, some type of apostasy.
the payment for treachery
may cost your legacy, make your name a mystery.
you're searching for clarity,
got no identity, becoming a distant memory.
verse ii
working in a hurry, still hurting,
worried i'll forget everything that i'm learning.
this returning uncertainty fills me with urgency
tightening my yoke to the burden.
won't rest 'till a hearse finally takes me to church,
stay collecting my earnings; the effects are disturbing.
every funeral service too early,
kindling in the furnace, can't let it stop burning.
wrestling the current of death and rebirth.
bringing heaven to earth then going back in reverse.
methods growing dirtier, reckless start swerving,
directionless hurtling down to the surface.
on impact all blessings and curses
converge into purpose. step back and observe it,
know meaning is emergent. stopped dreaming of perfect,
believing in worship, quit pleading for mercy!