SITB (Settle In The Blue) Freestyle, also available on my YouTube. For fans of Earl Sweatshirt, Kojaque, Loyle Carner and Jadasea. Let me know what you think in the comments :)

Lyrics:

Settle in the blue,
Was unsettled as a youth,
I have meddled with the truth,
I have lost, I continue to.

A victim or a victor?
I’m evicting all regrets,
That were dwelling in my head,
Since the days when I was sicker.

I was silent,
And afraid,
I’m a man,
Should be brave.

Should partake in the parade,
Be presenting a facade,
Through the smile on my face,
Displaying I’m okay,
When I’m broken and dismayed,
And my thinking is displaced.

Not enough, 
Smash when I’m bottled up,
Not enough, 
Collapse in embarrassment,
I’m bottled up.

Open up,
Fizzing up and spilling over,
Mopping up,
Crying on the shoulder of my mother,
Who can show me love.

Not enough,
I’m feeling like I’m failing,
If I’m not enough, 
And vulnerable,
I’m crying, 
I’m a man,
I’m sorry if that’s not enough.

Not strong enough,
I know that I belong,
But don’t belong enough,
I’m permanently doubting if I’m not enough.

Speaking up,
Realise, there’s people who believe in us,
It’s human to be crying,
Masculinity’s deceiving us.

A tear is simply agony,
That’s desperate to be leaving us,
I’m desperate to believe in me,
I’m speaking out, 
Speaking up.

I’m listening,
That’s a start, I guess,
Seeking honesty,
Need agony like a hole in the head,
That’s lobotomy.

What do you want from me?
I can show stability,
Or I can give you honesty.

What do you want from me?
I can show stability,
Or I can give you honesty.

SITB Freestyle (Prod by LethalNeedle)

Fairytale Freestyle, also available on my YouTube channel. For fans of Earl Sweatshirt, Kojaque, Loyle Carner and Jadasea. Let me know what you think in the comments :)

Lyrics:

Spitting blood,
I’ve been missing love,
I’ve been slipping up, 
I’ve been feeling down,
You hit the switch,
Man you switched it up.

Growing up,
It’s time to be responsible for growing up,
Instead of never showing up,
I know that I don’t know enough.

The thinnest line between a blessing,
And a curse,
I am to you just what a lie is to the truth,
Leaving me on read (red),
And going riding in a hood,
Then being hunted by a wolf,
And going hiding in the woods.

And I’m crying in a dream,
Before I’m leaving it for good,
And then I’m lying through my teeth,
When you’re vying for proof,
I’m into this,
Our fairytale endings,
Always differ from the originals,
But still our kids are scarring in their hearts.

Trauma through generations,
Of detachment and negligence,
From our parents,
Fallen angels,
Are corrupted,
Before they become our carers.

Then they kill our dreams,
Haunted by their,
Agonising, thrilling screams,
Inhibited children turn into lonely, broken, willing teens.

Wholly disconnected,
And depressive, 
Highly symptomatic,
Voices are suppressed,
Through expectations,
Just to be a man.

We are the sons of damaged fathers,
Trying to do the best they can,
Openness is weakness,
In the eyes of the oppressive man.

What does it cost to be sensitive,
Without censorship,
Choose to lose your pride,
Or lose your life,
When you’re in hell with it.

It’s okay to show emotions as a man,
Instead of ending it,
A burden shared is halved,
Vulnerability is never selfishness.

Fairytale Freestyle (Prod by Sekani)

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Capitol Freestyle, also available on my Soundcloud. For fans of Earl Sweatshirt, Kojaque, Loyle Carner and Jadasea. Let me know what you think in the comments :)

Lyrics: 

Involuntary celibate is waiting to strike,
he’s easy to manipulate to put his hand on a knife,
if he’s collateral, at least he doesn’t value his life,
but he’ll probably survive ‘cos his complexion is right.

In the eyes of the law who decide who they can shoot in the street,
in the day or the night, not if he’s looking like me,
Knee on neck, shoot on sight, no respect for the rights,
of the man who he sees as being lesser than thee.

Look, they are never stopping ‘til the blood is clotting,
Polka-dotted blood-red blotches on his fucking pocket,
Rip it open, start again,
another murder soon forgotten,
homicide is legal if he has a badge and uniform.

Pulling up the blinds revealing race hate, proud boys online just race-bait,
the boys in blue are leading in the hate race.

And they’re the agents of the oppressive executive,
somewhere in the middle of suppression and negligence,
the ignorance displayed by them is bordering impressive,
it’s no wonder that these officers keep avoiding their sentences.

And it’s a state in the states,
make no mistake it’s understated,
how the hatred of racists shapes their society. 

Virtually signalling dissatisfaction,
is not the same as virtue signalling,
that’s a common practice,
implemented by the right,
who act as if nothing happened,
when kids are needing lunches,
but instead they are sending them packing.

We won’t forget about Grenfell,
And the plastic cladding,
You sent it up in flames,
Just like Tory re-election chances,
Try and heal a dying man, 
with plasters and second-hand bandage,
Please don’t be surprised to see that there’s ever-lasting damage. 

“Can I see the manager please?,
This man’s harassing me,
From the moment that I walked in the shop,
He’s been running after me”.

Karen, he’s the manager of us here in this shop,
And he was following you to tell you some money fell out your pocket.

You’re afraid of what you don’t know,
and it’s not right,
that you don’t show,
empathy for a person,
if they’re not white,
heart so cold,
and you’re so lost,
So alone,
And we pay the cost,
for your own vote,
And your broken,
Selfish,
And I’ve lost hope,
that we’re gonna cope,
And I’m done!

Capitol Freestyle (Prod by Texaco)

Autumn Freestyle, also available on my YouTube. For fans of Earl Sweatshirt, Kojaque, Loyle Carner and Jadasea. Let me know what you think in the comments :)

Lyrics:

It was in the autumn when the leaves turned from yellow to green,
And the seasons were occurring in reverse,
And I was scratching ‘do you believe?’ on the back of my knees,
While I was sitting by your body in the hearse.

Your body was as cold as all the wind that was a-blowing on the mountain side,
Swaying like the mountain thyme,
Leaking through my fountain-eyes,
Ruminate in silence as I’m doubting why I’m shouting,
Recollecting any memories we made before you proudly died.

Really hope I swallow my pride,
Before I bring it up,
The bees are now beginning to die,
No longer stinging,
I should be solemn when I’m here by your side,
Instead of singing,
I should be broken as I know that I pushed you towards the brink.

We were strongly swimming ‘til we made each other sink,
didn’t think,
that the hope inside my heart could ever shrink.

As the leaves crunch under the weight of our own regret,
and the wheels spin on to the place where you’re laid to rest,
I watch the birds drop onto the soil and out of the nest,
I always said this was forever, never said it with chest,
If we wait until the spring I’ll try my best to resurrect,
but in the winter I’ll be mournful of our death,
it’s for the best.

And I’ll be changing like the seasons switch,
I never figured out just what the reason is,
Why half of me refuses to believe in this,
the shedding of my skin is quite revealing,
my heart is sticking out of my body,
you should be stealing it,
help me keeping it beating,
but you’re leaving it. 

Been told I’m very good at being secretive,
like you want to get a peep out of me,
not when we speak of it,
bottle up the words I should have said before you left this space,
running from my problems go and settle in a distant place.

Never leave a trace,
I’m losing track of all my kill-switches, digging out your grave,
filling it up with ill-wishes,
still wishing,
Thrill-seeking,
Til evening,
Quill leaking,
Dripping down my hand down to your coffin where you’re still sleeping. 

We will never wake up from this sleep that we’re imprisoned in,
constantly inquisitive,
our misery derivative,
of all the songs we listened to,
the one I used to listen with,
rotting away and withering,
this imagery is sickening.

I can’t catch a breath in here,
Knowing I only left in fear,
Knowing you’ll never re-appear,
There’s really nothing left in here,
Staring out the window as I’m leaking through my eyes,
I watch the autumn breeze and leave in to the night,
Without goodbye.

Autumn Freestyle (Prod by Bailey Daniel)

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