[HOOK]

Cursed with the pain
And we feeling all the same
A true disguise
Waiting at the mothafuckin gates
Demons coming my way, through the night
And these nightmares ain't stoppin

Cursed with the pain
And we feeling on the same
A true disguise
My mental is breaking, these walls keep on shaking
The darkness is what i'm embracin

[T.R.I.P.]

Yea
Y'all mothafuckas should know i'm untamed
Young T.R.I.P. with the AK, i'm insane
I'm outside in an all black range
Got the red dot, put a hole in yo face

Fuck around drag yo body to the gates
Leave you lost like you running in a maze
I'm really bouta my lose cool I ain't playin
Blood spilling all over the fuckin place

[HOOK]

Cursed with the pain
And we feeling all the same
A true disguise
Waiting at the mothafuckin gates
Demons coming my way, through the night
And these nightmares ain't stoppin

Cursed with the pain
And we feeling on the same
A true disguise
My mental is breaking, these walls keep on shaking
The darkness is what i'm embracin

[VAGUE]

Yeah
All I hear is the bullshit, you talk alot
How you gonna be there, bitch that's a lie
Making all the promises but you can't decide
I'd rather be alone, in the dark waiting here to die

Never gonna lose it like I'm losing my life
Tryin not think it like I'm losing my mind
I might
Holdin off all the goodbyes
Do what I gotta to do just to get bye

[HOOK]

Cursed with the pain
And we feeling all the same
A true disguise
Always hard to feel alive
Put our souls into the

Cursed with the pain
And we feeling on the same
A true disguise
Always hard to feel alive
Put our souls into the

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CROOKED SMILE [Prod. Vez]

john/turner - swimming pools x palm trees (slowed and reverb)

REDZED – HALLOWEEN GRAVEDIGGER

Voiceless Confession

VOICELESS CONFESSION

Made in the middle of some of the worst days I’ve had.

These tracks weren’t built, they just happened.

I Saw God, Then I Kept Driving / FROSTBITE / NOOSE IN THE GLOVEBOX / and everything in between, it’s all moments I didn’t plan to share, but couldn’t ignore.

Its was pulled from breakdowns, long nights, and anxiety .

I HATE THE SILENCE BUT I NEED IT

Last Letter

LYRICS:

In search of change, to America they came,
As they stroll off of the boat, they know that nothing is the same,
People gave them dirty looks, as if they ain’t humans too,
All the courage that it took, see emotions bleeding through,
Put a gun into their hands, tell them “Fight for Uncle Sam,”
They ain’t treated equally, but they are free to die in bands,
Don’t understand the language, so you view them as dangerous,
Put innocents in cages, made sure they never made it, testing patience

Since this country was born, all the rich kill the poor (E sono stanco)
In their countries before, all the rich killed the poor (E ho un sogno)

Here’s a little known fact, 
Italian immigrants got lynched ‘cause “they mixed with the blacks,”
Know that down in New Orleans, 1891, it was March 14th,
Eleven men were beaten, some stripped and hung by demons,
Bludgeoned and shot, left bleeding,
Then left to rot, stopped breathing,
You see, back then they would say,
We’re not white, like shades of gray,
But as time went on, shit changed,
Kissed their ass to pave our way,
And there’s more to this story,
No background’s worth ignoring,
There’s people still enduring the discriminatory bullshit

Since this country was born, all the rich kill the poor (E sono stanco)
In their countries before, all the rich killed the poor (E ho un sogno)

This country was built from death and suffering. The land was taken from the Natives, Africans were made slaves to build it from the ground up, poor groups from around the world came here for a new life only to meet similar oppression and poverty that they tried to escape. Even now, in the modern day, people are still searching for equal rights and treatment. It’s up to us to cut the bullshit and make things better. Make sure that all the people who suffered and died throughout this country’s history did not do so in vain.

IMMIGRANT (DA ITALIA) [prod. bearded legend]

KILLSTATION - EXTINCTION

Concept Vague

Deira City Centre

BONES - Ribs

Prod. YCK

For a long while now I don’t dread death
I won’t make till 30 I won’t hold my breath
I can feel it in my bones I can feel I’m getting bored
I can think of all the shit that I don’t wanna settle for

In then I’m out whisper and shout
Heard YCK he don’t stop with the sound
How could anybody give a fuck bout me
And in spite of all the songs they all wanna doubt me

Bruised up skin all my wounds cauterized
Everything I been through you could say I’m traumatized 
Bitch don’t speak cause you ain’t qualified
Spit murdering words you could say it’s homicide 

Last made attempt wanna change your appearance
You wanna bump the new me but you weren’t given the clearance
When ya say what they say and then you do what they do
You’re like a whole nother clone straying far from the truth

I’m not any new messiah
Removed call me the pariah
I’m not any superhuman
Deceived by my own delusion

Cold on the couch still got a pound
Of the Snow White dream but I feel out of bounds 
Might be sick though I ain’t concerned 
When that’ll be the last time that I take your word

Spilled my drink then I spilled my guts
Won’t be so sure that I die by drugs 
If I do that tread light till I go 
Better that way than a dull knife to my throat

Been three weeks no physical contact
Outta sight outta mind no visual contract
No hands held got a personal bubble
And when it’s dark outside I’ll be looking for trouble

Metabolizing all of the poison I put inside me
I’m a fucking lone wolf and these people they won’t invite me
Don’t need a set cause I won’t play at a party 
I’d rather get blacked out I’ll be sippin Bacardi

I’m not any new messiah
Removed call me the pariah
I’m not any superhuman
Deceived by my own delusion

I HATE THE SILENCE BUT I NEED IT

Acentus