Shoutout to everyone I met along the way and everyone who contributed to this project.

No Place Like Home

Shoutout to @atosamusic for her heavenly voice.

Lyrics:

This is how I pray
Using any microphone to light the way
I could ignite the day, just to stay warm
Just to stay warm, living on the street you either die or you are reborn
I die and then I'm reborn
Catch me in your dreams storming heavy through the scenes
That means I'm stuck to your thoughts
I can feel my heart stop but I can make your heart stop too
Yeah I can make your heart stop too

Even if my racks don't come
I'll stay steady till the day I'm done
Till the day I'm done, y'all keep track of the way I, way I
(x2)

They wish me well, but I can tell
Don't do dishonest, baby I'm just being myself
Just raising hell, still showing love
And after you bury me beneath the concrete, I stay six feet above
Don't need advice or conversation, raising the bar
I go further than far without a paycheck
Don't need your conversation
I'll trade your heart for compensation
I fall in and out of bars
Highjack your car, I'm on the 101 
Hella funny the way I run

Even if my racks don't come
I'll stay steady till the day I'm done
Till the day I'm done, y'all keep track of the way I, way I
(x2)

And even when my eyes stay closed
I'll stay steady as the world goes down
As the world goes down
Y'all keep track of the way I won

MUSIC VIDEO

The Way (Racks) ft. Atosa

Additional Vocals: Lauren Patriarca
Cajon: Myles Klein
Lyrics:

Right before my eyes stay closed
I'll sing to you as the whole world goes down, goes down
I got so much soul that you can take some
Face those demons try to make them run
But don't you run

Old money and the honey's still sweet
New sweat on the street
I heard they got a noose dangling feet
And all because a brother had nothing to eat
But if there's nothing to eat, there's no one to bleed with
Too many policeman, not enough teachers
Me, I'm just a creature
Guess I'd rather rest with the roaches
Say what you want, but at least I stay focused

I'll hold you if you need me to
The suns about to set forever
Bet your bottom dollar that I'll stay
Will you hold me if I need you to?
Don't let go when darkness comes
Just stay until my time is done

Right before my eyes stay closed
I'll sing to you as the whole world goes down, goes down
I got so much soul that you can take some
Face those demons, try to make em run
But don't you run

Run (Don't Run)

Shoutout to @BLAQLight for the beat sample.
Vocalists: @Peter-Feliciano, @OphyliaWispling, @atosamusic, @goldamusic, Indigo Mateo, Lily Rockholt and @michelleazure.
Trumpet: Joel Schnaper

Lyrics: 

Walk downtown like you own the street
Middle finger to the sun like you own the heat
Keeps everybody moving like you own their feet
You should probably stay down
Spend your whole life 
Walking circles in the same town
Then you wonder why you're still stuck to the same sounds
Both hands on the ground, everybody pray
What you gotta say though?

I ain't gotta place to go
I got nineteen dollars in my pocket
Slow down, slow down (x2)

Selling fried chicken in Oakland
Shit, this is what you do when you're broke and homeless
Singing songs for the broken homes
Is anybody gonna give a token, toast to the holy ghost?
You can't feel it in your spirit
Probably focused on the wrong things
Ima play guitar cause my heart sings
You should try and make your heart sing

I ain't gotta place to go
I got nineteen dollars in my pocket
Slow down, slow down (x2)

Slow Down

Production by me. Verse by @Duckwrth.  Shoutout to @decapmusic and his killer drum samples that I used for the beat.

Lyrics:

If I make a million, ima mail a million to my mother
After that fifty-seven dollars to my brother
Whoa brother, keep your head covered
Don't let the navy smother you
Cause never will there be another you
True is true
It's not the kinda thing I like to wrap around my tooth
I like the kinda nights where I try to deny my truth
And if there's any money left, Faith'll get a funny check
Baby sister growing up, we gotta make another trek
Before the planet dies and there is nothing left
Try to open eyes, I gotta broken set
Before I even broke a sweat, I wrote this for a whore I met
Not really, just trying to keep it loose do you feel me?
Just trying to keep it loose like the noose around my neck
Everybody wants the best, everybody wants a check

Do you feel me, like I feel this
Everybody get addicted to the realness
Feel me
Like I feel this, feel me

Do you feel me, like I feel this
Everybody get addicted to the realness
Kill me
Like I kill this, kill me

You write your best rhymes when you're high
I write my best rhymes when I wanna die
Laughing but I wanna cry
Bars harder than the floors that I sleep on

And everybody wants a paper check
Feelin like Scrooge McDuck, gold dollars to the neck
But my n!gga just be careful where you flex
Or you could get a ruger to the neck
You got the boys upset, while you're flossin, dual exhaustin
Rudimentary with your nonsense and the boss bitch
Switching lanes down on Slauson
What it's costing, your love or your soul make the paper fold
Shittin on these n!ggas you gon need a couple paper rolls
I can see you faded, I ain't talking bout a taper though
You came in the game with layers now you're prancing like a naked ho

Keep up your integrity boy
That's what an OG said to me boy (x2)

Feel Me (Kill Me) ft. Duckwrth

Shoutout to everyone I met along the way and everyone who contributed to this project.  Dedicated to my Grandma Elizabeth that passed away last September.

Memos

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No Place Like Home

Austan Found