A street artist trying to figure himself out in a new world.
I guess it started when the lights went out
And everybody started running round in circles tryin' to figure it out
Process of moving out into a new place.
Slowly being called to the green
Where the ghosts gather nightly and sell the devil their dreams, observe
Hails from the other side of the curb
Trying to avoid the drug/gang life.
Hold the concrete notepad
Scribble down my words in the limelight
Graffiti under a lamppost.
This is what it's like to bleed ink
Put yo fingers in it paint me a picture of what you think
His way of expressing his sadness. He wants you to see his art and feel something, too.
It's forever, slowly resurrected from the dust
When you understand it's everything inside of you, it's us.
Emotions come from your past and from within.
You're all I've ever known
Just come to my sleep, you always got me running home
Handful of roses
Memories and dreaming of the old life.
I've spoke a whisper in the dark one night
Watch it take form in front of me and mimic my life
It seemed natural especially watching it's last breathe like poetry
Watch as it clung to it's own chest with a smile
Made out of broken pieces of tile
You can see the thoughts running, chase em around for miles
He starts rapping and realizes how easy it comes to him.
If you want it, people say that old road is haunted
If you travel on it long enough you'll never get off it
You believe it cause everything is skewed when you see it
Then you process automatically, think that you feel it
And automatically sticks to the brain when the truth of it
Is standing outside, playing cards in the rain
You will never beat the game it plays
You can only turn around and lick the blood from your own switchblade
Many people are afraid to leave the comforts of their past and end up getting stuck. They never move forward. The only way to escape is to rip yourself from those comforts and move forward.
A street artist trying to figure himself out in a new world.
Process of moving out into a new place.
Trying to avoid the drug/gang life.
Graffiti under a lamppost.
His way of expressing his sadness. He wants you to see his art and feel something, too.
Emotions come from your past and from within.
Memories and dreaming of the old life.
He starts rapping and realizes how easy it comes to him.
Many people are afraid to leave the comforts of their past and end up getting stuck. They never move forward. The only way to escape is to rip yourself from those comforts and move forward.