A Juneteenth remix of Solange Knowles’s “Cranes in the Sky” off the “Time Capsule”, scheduled for an August 6, 2019 release.

(Lyrics)

(Verse)

Im feeling like a, vacant building all these cranes in the sky,
The stress is depressing couldn't shake the pain if I tried,
My life flashes every time I get pulled over,
Cause hands up don't mean stop to a bull dozer,
When analogies hitting that close to home,
Temptations of just escaping are overwhelmingly strong,
So don't judge me if I drank something, light something,
Run through a few women looking for the right one,
And we degrade cause we hurt and ashamed,
Trapped in the game, hoping that it take us away,
We pray for away, but never sell ya soul for a way,
These emotions are getting old I wanna throw em away,
Is kind of hard being a human with flaws,
Knowing that if I had control I wouldn't have em at all,
Inner conflict arise now I'm going against the grain,
Rhetorical voices make me crave a bullet to the brain,
Self-medication, praying for help I been patiently waiting,
Losing my mind this isn't the time for hesitation,
I ain't a fool this deep rooted and foul,
My ancestors was slaves they used em and threw em out,
Abused for generations and told to figure it out,
But we don't fold we fight we find the light and sprout,
And that's without a shadow of doubt,
My granny losing her mind that as hard to say as it sounds,
And no words could express the hurt,
It got me feeling but I spill it for whatever is worth,
Praying to God is worth enough to get my family a house,
My lil nephew too old to have to sleep on the couch,
He said he want his own room like me,
His uncle popping now so he don't know how soon that'll be,
I think I'm putting TaydaMada on my new ID,
At least my cousin Guilda made it hope my memory ain't mistaken,
I'll never forget,
My history they try to change it
But its worst they try and say it don't affect the world today,
It gets so overwhelming,
I mean I can't even explain it,
All the underlying plots covered by emancipation,
After capture, torture, rape, having families separated,
Being constantly degraded, inhumanely regulated,
Looked upon with disgust after wealth we generated,
Like we struggling cause we lazy and not tryna fight the crazy shit we feel,
Hereditary trauma isn’t real,
I was raised by broken people guess that ain't a big deal,
Majority’s tyranny says it isn’t big,
And fairs are for funnel cakes and judging pigs,
They say the good die young ever wondered why,
I say it gotta be the stresses of this evil life,
My narrative packaged with sensitivity,
Got me pitying fools, they scared, lacking of empathy,
My diaspora, mostly mentally depleted,
Kind of hard to be a winner when you're feeling so defeated,
Makes u wanna sleep forever for that mansion of your dreams and,
Know u actually can afford it where u grew up when u see it,
Reality check gentrification living expenses,
Stack the odds that I be out on the streets, living in tints and,
Just a statistic,
Man this shit is depressing,
We rather claw at each other than listening to the message,
Rest In Peace Kalief I wish it wasn’t true,
He took a stance for his rights, imagine it was u,
Black or white I’m talking Michael Jackson isolation,
Innocent but put through psychosis family annihilated,
Partially uncandid for everybody to see,
Why a man who didn’t do it would accept the fucking plea,

(Chorus)

But is like, 
Cranes in the sky, cranes in the sky,
I’ll be seeing metal clouds till the day I die,
Can’t sleep it away, drink it away, sex it away,
Damn show can’t stress it away,
Chances are they’ll be there till I die, 
Yea, 
I got a feeling they’ll be there till I die,
Yea,

Cranes (Final Mix)

TimeCapsule is my first promotional mixtape over 2 instrumentals and 7 beats (prod. by Jui$e Delgado) that sample some my favorite songs from the past 50 years or so. The lyrics come from feelings that I’ve wanted to express at various points of my life; e.g., black empowerment, social consciousness, insecurities, sexuality & humor.