Providence Mix Tape

Lately I don’t feel right,

Maybe it’s our last night,

Baby it’s our last chance,

With you from that first glance

..First Glance



I was watching you

in your Arrogant Stance

while the Devil and me do a dance

Make it make sense

My heart Breaks

no more future tense

Call a Ambulance,

Cause without u cant find the balance

Give it a Chance..



Over and over again

no subtleness, no happiness

I feel like I can die with one slip

holding back what I'm thinkin

what I'm saying

im down in it now

no need for praying

Its a blunt lit with false promises

it never goes out, holdin hostages

still confused by nobility, loyalty

do I do it for her or do I it do it for me

we hold on till we get fed up

then we hold on harder, its fucked up

I gave you my body blood and bone

now I'm left with gravel sand and stone

dust, ash, dirt

what we get for not puttin in the work

goin round and round till we meet again

and we know the cycle will never end

we bandage each other up just to rip it off again

tell me when will this bleeding ever end



Lately I don’t feel right,

Maybe it’s our last night,

Baby it’s our last chance,

With you from that first glance

..First Glance

I was watching you

in your Arrogant Stance

while the Devil and me do a dance

Make it make sense

My heart Breaks

no more future tense

Call a Ambulance,

Cause without you I just cant find my balance

FALSE PROMISES

Is this thing on, hello?,

I need some space to mellow.

My head about to explode,

My brain feel just like jello.

I'm shaking with the tremors,

Like ninety year old fellows.

This spot is reserved,

Can't retire feeling special.

Tired of dudes that feel special,

That environment to me is stressful.

Don't be proud of me or give medals

If I didn't do shit, don't deserve it

Memories dissolve I got

No need for a chainsaws

The claws are un-paused

The brain is mentally lost

We cross the same path

but no eye contact

Bank account get subtracted

from all our transactions

I'm paper bag sack lunch

Skin peeled from the sun

I never was the one

Spitted from my tongue

Hail Mary to the end zone

I don't write it with the PEN

Type it in with my vitamins

Every minute counts

always had a Erie  sound

Probably will never amount

to anything I'm just letters

And push towards the levee

Leave letters in mailbox

Add another brick to the bridge

before it crumbles

shit makes me cringe

try to keep the engine in good condition

It doesn't matter if they don't listen

rotting in my sanctuary

thank you Mary, thank you very

much, the flying Dutchman

smoke from the dutch flying up.

LETTERS TO NOWHERE

Keep a veil just to hide all this scarred skin

 twisted mind, but the rhymes stay sharpened

Drop heat, make the whip shake like bass hits

They need it like a hole in their brain or a facelift

His scent foul, his badge read, "Oh damn"

Banned from the bars, can’t step in the program

Keep a heater where the stash lay

And keep a loose-lipped chick who’s quick to split the last pay

Eyes bloodshot, maybe homie took the strong dose

Quit feeding kids all that neon-colored corn toast

The worn ghost floats through the war zone

Even through the drought, we was out here with the Mourne throne.



Ain't about the charts or which crew finna fall apart 

Cynical menace, the pen get to wreckin’

No matter if it's beast, green leaf, or synthetic

It's poetic how the words get kinetic

And make the whole crowd move like a damn epidemic

For a check, he might front for a soft drink

Tell ‘em, "Nah, flip your own bricks if you boss king"

We hollow meals, she poppin’ pills

He stackin’ loot off counterfeit bills

And squeal for a cheap thrill, if y’all real

Feel the chill, that's how the underground kill



Yo, to all rappers pipe down with the nonsense

You ain't spittin' truth, just loud with the content

Damn, is they rappers or actors?

Claiming they got stacks but be living on back-up

They laggin’, while I’m stacking

Let alone the pre-sales tracking off the package

This one go out to my folks duckin’ jail calls

Dippin’ through the city, middle finger to the law

Spark the leaf ‘til it burn like a comet

Then they wonder where I been, like it’s lost in the logic

Lab work, movin’ like a monk in a ritual

Sippin’ too much, but the rhymes still biblical

Then they ask, why they ask why my pen game sinister?

Could be the hoodie low or the way that I finish ya

Yes, you, who clueless on the blueprint

Now watch how the movement move with the new script

VEIL_VICE

Don't come to me lookin for any sympathy 

I'm a negative creep who was raised by the street

trench warfare, no I don't fight fair 

listening to close I'm cutting off your fuckin ear 

I grew up on saltines and water 

you grew up on prime cuts and Prada

now the scum of the earth is comin for your lunch

comin to get your girls panties all up in a bunch 

I bed wedded she wet bedded when I get it 

thighs sweatin for a real man to hit it 

lonely women around here get their due 

she fuckin w me she aint fuckin w you 



tried to be nice, tried to be the chill guy 

now I set that guy on fire and I'm watchin em fuckin fry 

devil inside forever outta line, living breathing fucking homicide

yall never been in a breadline and it really shows 

few times I tried to see the other side, call that cuttin it close 

ma cut my skin up for speakin call that cuttin loose

liquid soap down the hatch just for tellin the truth



its alright man, everything will be alright man, 

positive vibes while walking this tightrope man 

makes you a real man, living half a life man 

somethings loose upstairs but I have no fear man 

somethings loose upstairs but I'm still right here man

SALTINES AND WATER

It get chilly in the villy

When im spittin so illy

Need a milly in my pocket

Got it poppin like a pilly

Chinchilly wrapped around my bitch, almost like a philly

9 milli 1312 always reppin

What the dilllllly

I could give a sixth letter

Standing in the cold

Freeze for cheese

Whether its cheddar or its feta

Dizzy D, sayin fuck the lieutenant

Don't forget

You owe me, this, that, and the other thing

This for the brothers banging on bars, screaming "let me free"

Set to be all I'm meant to be, embracing the eventually

don't pretend to know my steez

Cause I stay lowkey as underground OGs

It’s time to air my laundry

Dirty clothing piling up on the dresser

I’m tryna learn forgiveness

Most times I’m more Pac on the stretcher

Just cause you’re paranoid

Don’t mean they’re not out to getcha

Coming with that reassurance like you betcha

I’m just glad I met ya, I’m still glad I met ya

Even if you weren’t whatcha seem

It turned into a nightmare, I wish life was but a dream

Living off borrowed time and murder scenes

All praise that plastic dream...

LETTERS TO NOWHERE

CRASHING