Back to the roots with it
Grew a bit different though 
Through it how I thought that I knew it but I didn’t know that 
Chillin at the apex wasn’t even my pinnacle
And neither was the great sex sans subliminals 
Had a hit put on me and the code it was critical  
Stashed it in the awning and they kept the residuals 
I can feel what’s dawning from a mile away 
It dawned on me long ago I’m not a Don anyway 
I just get up in the morning do my job every day 
And I’m whistling my Dixie every drop of the day 
That I do not get intaking, they’re not taking me back 
And I cannot control that, I got no hold on the past
Let it go and let that going get good again 
Gotta get a grip. Gotta grow. Grit it, pull the pin 
Get the pen, get it full again, this is for the win 
Better make it count; Ain’t no mulligans 
Can’t be on the couch awful again 
Can’t have another here we go again 
Kick em to the corner where they’ll notice him 
That or landlord will serve the notices 
Did this shit to myself by myself, no assist 
No sis, I will never know how I can focus 
Oh shit
I will never know what happened to my center locus 
Maybe it got eaten by a demon or a locust 
Member in Milwaukee they were schemin down at locust 
Member on the corner offa where you went and sold shit 
Last I heard you murdered em they saw the body soulless 
Gotta keep it real with you that made me fucking so sick 
I wish death upon nobody specially the dope sick
This is my confession speaking on a special motive 
All along my only hope was getting you to know this 
I have never once been able to accept the notion 
I wish death upon nobody specially the dope sick
This is my confession speaking on a special motive 
All along my only hope was getting you to know this 
I have never once been able to accept the notion 

SoundCloud rapper, former type beat user
Former drug abuser with a disconnected future 
Turned something 
Turned the bleak into a beacon 
Kept reachin 
No longer acceptin the tweakin 
Those weekends 
In the past and make it permanent 
Paid a pretty penny till it ended in deferring it 
Wasn’t earning it
Wasn’t really that concerned with it 
Steady burnin it 
Both the bridges and herbelage 
Pearled a spliff 
Pearled a blunt 
Watched it all go up in smoke 
Better that than drinkin fuck you think 
It’s not a fuckin joke 
Tolerated tolerance then followed it and upped its dose 
Someone rapping at the door 
Not the reaper comin close though 
Back then back when four score and four lokos
Back then back when demon Cupid had em in a
chokehold 
Back then when with the one with pretty features and a coke nose
Back when certain verses had em saying out loud why’d I wrote those…

COFFEE BEAN FREESTYLE

After two years, CANVAS marks the return to dropping a project.  This one is special. 

SHATTER

BLANK CANVAS

lyrics:

voice got a little timbre in it 
but it's still wielded as snare 
i could hit a triplet 
better than the Dahm’s mom if she raised hands 
time siftin in the grain
little granulates, fields of the sand
i can handle it
i got an amulet of ashes in advance 
carryin him when i walk
wear him on my chest, puffed up stance 
think you knew me now really truly how 
the fuck you think you know that 
odds stacked so high 
ears been poppin thinkin bout a chance 
realized that i had depression in a clinic sense
that’s that
chronic shit been a motherfuck 
hit the chronic quick and then dance 
remember when we used to dance? 
remember when we felt free? 
remember when i had imprinted like a duck 
all to what he'd tell me 
taught me how to walk
finally hit a strut, growing pains in the knee
hopping on the chalk
marching through the mud 
margin to adjust
harkening to mom 
hopping on the bus headed to the job 
bargain with the bucks, debt renewing off 
set for moving off
troyleft again 
f&n blastin off with it 
got em shellshocked, shock em all with it
i was traveling with an alcoholic pivot 
you can call it crazy, you can call it sickness 
 don't call me lately, i been recharging 
i been elevated with the level changing
gonna bet and wage it on a steep bargain 
tormented soul, need to let it go
it’s all set in stow, gotta free the artists
i'm blessed to know the most bleeding artists
swept the foam from a sea of scarlet 
blessed to know what a home has meant 
had a habit and homelessless
I have a habit of reiterating it 
yeah i'm an addict and you know this shit 
little did they know im cold as shit 
that snow for dinner got a hold and grip 
time don’t slow if you froze the wrist 
i’m watching out, left post a bit 
don't toast to this 
they ain't really comin close to this 
people listen and won't post this shit 
i think i need to brag and boast of it 
i'm a voice of an amalgamation
of the people that i love, old and stiff 
carry voice of past generation 
to a future with a void opened wide
existential as a motherfuck 
like a stencil tracing hopelessness 
do the shit to death
 in the face of a dark abyss that won't reply 
blow o’s in the sky
pour one out for the fallen 
surrender to what's urgent 
there ain't no use in stallin 
got some profuse installments 
do not rebuke involvement 
sweating profuse with effort 
the grave’s later: don't fall in

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