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1. The Road
02:25
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the drive home was a long one at best
conversations widled down to distressed
i wont repeat the truths we expressed
the words said hit harder then there intents
i never knew history could be this intence
looked for answers bout relationships that were dead
is it wrong i blame you for none of it
that i understand your reasoning discussion less
obstruction less that ride home went fast
now i got more weight then that uhaul on my back
you put it there, but by curiosity in the cab
gave the greenlight to layer on the facts
u would have been more then happy to leave it in the past
but i pryd, and ur pried of being an honest man
left u with no choice then to except the task
and candidly answer every part of the question i asked
i no theres 2 sides to every story that's brought
by design to require 2 points of reference of loss
but i still remember being a lonely kid dissolved
in half a family thus hearing the cause appalled
i used to be pissed when i saw happy family unit
not understanding what i had must of done to lose it
trip was lucid, 70 mph cross country movement
past rear viewed future waiting for us to crash into it
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2. |
2. White Picket Polaroid
04:03
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white picket polaroid blind mans ode to joy
homecoming im over joyed
photo op, hallmark moment
return home for good or so im hopping
i got all 18 wheels rollin
tighter the home made cigarettes im smoking
no joken, this aint my play time
erased crime, now its a day to day grind
eraser face mind, i dont no ur name now
yesterdays clouds, buried beneath the play ground
im above all that having ground to fall back
when the salt stacked u werent worth wait had
ud think i had a photoshop dictionary
the way my words paint snap shots like pictionary
change tone write the sunny days obituary
black whole sun spots placed so arbitrary
dotted t's for when the horizon splinter varies
and crossed eyes on every blinded visionary
visions scary how bout some fire scarecrow?
i pulled out cupids arrow, from where my hair grows
dipped wounds like ink plooms, wrote my life ergo
i put my all into reaching regions most dont dare go
white picket polaroid blind mans ode to joy
homecoming im over joyed
model citizens, catalog photo shoot
5billion people with 5billion truths
facts are feces digested internally
waid against passed experiences firstly
understood by models made in brains absurdly
trying to comprehend a scope existing externally
filtered through language barriers built like brick
walls too keep the world segregated and this
was the truth returned to on that snowy afternoon
foreign in my presence a man on the moon
examining tombs and the places i once new
memories struck into of how i once loved u
ive been sitting so long with pictures i drew
from places in myself that i used to find you
now there so lonely in finding the it phoney
just active imaginations making sense of situations
got flaims from insinurations, out of obliteration
plus metal till infiltration,of brands on the occasion
this shit aint just a song to me, i ware it longingly
these scars are just reminders of how bad i use to be to me
white picket polaroid blind mans ode to joy
homecoming im over joyed
this aint my first stop, it aint my last neither
no reason to shake it up like a damn seizure
this aint my first name, it aint my last neither
just faceless catch my facial features in the reverse
this aint my first look, it aint my last neither
just a lost soul looking for meaning in a theatre
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3. |
3. Sun Dried Dirt
02:12
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rolled out of bed,see the moon in the daytime
the kinda day where dracula would sleep fine
my day to day works straight up labor day dirt
blisters paper weight burst my skin straight hurts
they say nothing bad ever happens in the sunlight
destruction don't need dark to destroy if done right
if the summer sky was a scottish guy
he'd be an english spy sean connery in his prime
but i, im doctor no, despised, left to erode
designed, slippery sloped, combined, when clouds explode
im the gray smudge, in the blue oblivion
rape and pillaging, the color of raw obsidian
thrice as sharp, pluck ur hart like a harp
shakespearean, get salary from tragedy so dark
fuck finishing' i kill the heroes at the start
i embark like joan of ark burn me like a star
behead me like a stark, bottle my body in jars
then sell me at a bargain barn or a wall mart
summer in the city just a bummer for the bidding
melting and sizzling sweating when ur sitting
sunny days could be a love faze
but im stuck in this fucking maze in a bloody haze
constructing graves in a uv raise craze
the suns an attention slut were all fucked
his funs the death us skin cancer distrust
he paralyzed ozone no bones
we helped him out double teamed now were so alone
writing our own tomb stones, diggin deeper
peep with ur peepers we're our own grim reaper
burying the sleepers life's a double feature
actors and the leaders better do ur research
the first is done for everyone group theatre
the seconds done for no one theres no teacher
im the guy with dirt on u
no blackmail but when ur ship sails
im the guy that throws dirt on u
when the sun bails i burry him too
my shovel like the hubble how i humble sunny days to rubble
light only lives subtle in street light like puddles
its storm changed form to electric chair cuddles
the moons drains like a funnel silencing like a muzzles
crader faces layer laying on fire crotches games for playing
sleep tight
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4. |
4. nevE rO ddo reveN
02:03
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fell out of bed saw the moon consumes with sunshine
night where horror feature creatures dwell with spite
my nightly task slipping thru this cities cracks
phantasmic fights between goblins and filthy rats
I roam despite the cities consumed with moon light
us few are left to attempt to exhume life
if night sky was happy days the moon would be the fonz
I'd be the speck of light to subtle to put ur finger on
if u enter my orbit u better get morbid as corpses
murder go round deformed demons on 4 horses
peddles orchids driving a ford taurus, speed
this wall flowers is loved not or so it seems
by peepless people peepin creeping white as cream
cash wrecks everyones artistics means
minds wareing dollar signs like cartoon bank bags
being griped by thief that never needs a face mask
never odd or even, perspective flipping heaven
never odd or even, 1 dimensionals dreaming
to be never odd or even, neve ro ddo reven
I'm the missing link, between no where and nothing
discussions like obstructions slow thru the construction
my past finds destruction more often then not
purpose struck like percussion im still searching for god
thru this garbage dump of brimstone mush and hell fire lumped
in giant cubes like cars after being compactor crushed
were building cities out of yesterdays feces
wishing on lucky stars that are really satellites
were living lives as written as day time tv
so in fear of an afterlife that we can not write
that we dream lucid but even our subconscious fight back
until we burry the moon and pray to the sun he never comes back
never odd or even
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5. |
5. Get in my Car
04:51
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air gleamed, from smoke machines
leaving me, with no hope to breath
the whole scene,seemed like a dream
nightmarish, might parish displeased
turned to leave, and kill of the night
but my site, perceived she despite
hit me like, unseen sucker strikes
cheep shot, cheep shots and strobe lights
stopped right, hart pumpin mixed drinks
in sink, ancient scent its sphynx
like a jinx, was pushed to the brink
miss thing lynx, me with missing links
couldnt think, if thought bubbles came
to my brain, would contain full sways
arrows placed, in harts pulled astray
dead eye sent flying from cupids gaze
couldn't stop myself, u were all i could see
ive found myself, get in my car and out of my dreams
i must have you
i have to clutch
had to grab you
now i have my lust
air reeked, like past's misdeeds
retrieved, she she's meant for me
gotta be, my property
born to be, a new prop for me
not a scream, no time to alert
or, blurt, concern snatched you first
u turned, your back cant return
to earth, drew cursed to new birth
reborn, to an image formed
conformed, to my dreams with scorn
for your, old form tattered torn
its gore, pushing past the norm
duct tape, too keep your words safe
rope placed, to make sure you'll stay
cant say, ur happy this way
remains, it hurts me more then you anyway
i must have you
i have to clutch
had to grab you
now i have my lust
my shrine, my queen, my prize
you seem, so free, despite
i keep, you there, so high
you'll be, all mine, for all time
why wont, u eat, u must
corrode, defeat, disgust
were'd u go? try to run?
but cut throats,don't flee, or fuss
dual swords, rock kicks, loose screws
pull force, chop sticks, shoot thru
shadows they twist and move
last samuri like tom cruze
dry wall, stabbed thru, loosely
might fall, on u, smoothly
close call, cant move, sushi
cutting board, bite size beauty
i must have you
i have to clutch
had to grab you
now i have my lust
couldn't stop myself,
u were all i could see
ive found myself,
get in my car and out of my dreams(x4)
i must have you
i have to clutch
had to grab you
now i have my lust
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6. |
6. Buried Treasure
01:59
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stuck in this place theres no escape
theres no retrace past steps erased
disgraced i scream is this a dream
the prying eyes they can not see
were i'm retrieved no sun to shine
no clock for time no sounds to hear
just fucking fear of what is near
never tethered to forever severed
my lifes a buried treasure
fighting fits, lightning quick,
striking kicks, likely missed,
aiming hopes, groin or throat
he still chokes, knifes still pokes
he screams too, his grips lose
my thumps move, and plunge thru
his eye holes, i jab holds
then book bold, to nights cold
moons missing tonight, straight seeking the light
booking miles despite, stab wounds in the fight
far from alrights, a flashlight steels my site
never tethered to forever severed
my lifes a buried treasure
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7. |
7. Slowing
02:16
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lets start here though it aint the beginning
24 hours straight in such frigid conditions
that my vision is intermixing, i never new
that blood could freeze coming out of an open wounds
that skin turns rigid and blue, color me confused
if my arms were oars, they'd be icy and bruised
they call it a life boat but i wouldn't describe
this feeling a alive, tho i manage to survive
theres got to be a line,between the sun shine
and a shadow box nope, just 2 sides of one tug boat
and my rows are getting slow, as it snows in droves
of watery winds its slowing, and im rowen so slow
im slowing, im slowing, its slowen to slushy snow
im rowing, but its slowing, im movin so slow
my minds slippin, lost in memories
phantasmic entities, haunting my own effigy
i had a dark side of scared thighs and hard times
discard mine like landmines active as gang hand signs
i guess glass shard minds are built for long trips
but i chose this! drank from the wizards well pissed
i use to dismiss now im lips chip with ice thats got
chunky hemoglobin inside thicker then jager shots
now ive got cruiseship crewless a past thats a nuisance
day dreams that r lucid and pain from every movement
and my rows are getting slow, as it snows in droves
of watery winds its slowen, and im rowen so slow
im slown, im slowen, its slowen to slushy snow
im rowing, but its slowen, im moven so slow
no hope for a row boat with a froze ghost
as a stowaway any claims a bold face
LIE! down in this ice box, I cant resist
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8. |
8. A. Dark Side
03:14
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Feel like I'm fighting blind, eyes rapped inside,
a bloody bandage, feeling less then average half the time
here I stand despised, I cant describe my mind
it's double knotted with my carotid and codarized
attempt to mobilize the parts of me that polarize
between where that bolder lies and harder times
who am I fooling? I should spend less time writing
and some more mother fucker time realizing
that I'll drive trucks till Im dien
shift through hell, fire circled my face like a lion
limitations that get placed n excepted as invitations
traded for gee-thanks-n all hail sick days-n vacations
there aint a rap scene that we subscribe too, face it
were some where between 2 deep and 2 fucking abrasive
so sorry we're spoiling ur party by being artsy
pardon me, didn't no u just came for the weed and Bacardi
but I got faith, nuh uh, I got a hard head and an empty bank
bills do, lets hope comed excepts hopping for better days
bills past do, If I write IOU in the amount paid sections
you think AT and T will be say aight and stop stressin
aint got a friend in no direction, and everyone's acting like
I should shut my mouth and be happy to drive this truck tonight
2 drive a truck for life
wont leave this moment, at night
Its like, all my demons are dreaming me, i'm the figment
but I'm still clinging to fleeting scenes, I want to live it
this path is leading where is seeming green, a sunny village
theoretically perceived not really a beam, dark matter symptoms
only seen mathematically conceived, a missing image
apparently a link missing reminiscently, so simplistic
all I can hope for is someones reflecting me, but I just cant see it
I just hope that someones reflecting me! BUT I CANT SEE IT!!
I just cant see it
wont leave this moment, at night
Im walking a tight rope, as much as I wish
that fallings not possible we all no that it is
my visions dismissed man I cant see shit
my thoughts consist darker then a solar eclipse
between a stone bridge and the harder hits
grabbed a chisel to whittle that walk way with chips
the utensil I grip, is foreign to my finger tips
theres no customer services no body gives a shit
all the places I hoped to go, once mattered now they dont
the moon blocked my eyes long ago
for the last time he took my site, I can't escape the night
while I melt him he drips me out its our eternal fight
we'll be doing this shit for life
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9. |
9. Speedbump
02:57
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Adoniss Dark Hoffman Estates, Illinois
Beatssmith is the thumping beat of frankensteins heart while DaZeD is the inner monologue rambling on endlessly with no sign of stopping. Adoniss Dark is a two piece Hip Hop band as poetic as they are experimental. With brains like full moons and balls like boulders they show there willingness to explore abandoned islands off the coast of Hip Hop. ... more
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