night journey-scab. Licensed to Soundcloud by Monarch Records ℗.

King kule on acid 
My mom thinks I’m a faggot
Lowlife, won’t be shit cause I ain’t had it 
Lost my fucking passions 
For dreams, skatin, rapping 
Drugs lies I’m acting
Coke blow, overdose
Mind just subtracting
I used to be a lyricist, now I’m who I became from my actions
Never been shit, know what it feels to be a has been
Look, he’s drunk already, can’t tell where his ass been
I could bet, 20 fucking bucks on the trash can 
But In a way, 
life is beautiful 
And I’m laughing 


My mom just wanna know where her son be
Never had a father so, no man could son me 
Reaching in my pocket cause, that’s where the gun be 
I do this shit for fun 
Never took pride in schoolwork 
Tough pill to swallow like broken glass n blunt scraps 
Quick run fast, I’m crazy as fuck 
Me and vic is playin hot potato with a Dutch 
Never gave a fuck
And ain’t shit changing 
When I’m off the drugs 
My mind starts racin
Bitch call me Picasso with this evil pic I’m painting

Night Journey

all written by me

This remind of Them Cold nights 
All the times I looked in mirror and sat content in my own lies 
When I was young and walked life with closed eyes 
Them old times when I needed help and I showed signs 

I seen the answer in my eyes but I still let it blow by 
Cause somethings holding me back and I don’t know why
You got a car well, I just walk on the roadside 
But on this path I pay attention to the road signs 
And til the end me and music intertwined like soul ties 
I’m just hopin over time I grow wise 
if I don’t set the bar for us who else will
I’m to old to be hatin myself still
If I don’t grab my life right now then death will
And I hate to be a doubter 
But it’s kinda hard to Prosper when it’s ignorance around us 

How I’m supposed to mind craft (Minecraft) with a broken slab 
Prolly why I step on broken glass 
I guess I’ll see you on the overpass 
I pray the smoke’ll Make the moments last 
So make a toast while I hold this flask

Old Times

written by me 

I walk the path of a legend 
Black heart and matching weapons
Gotta add the aesthetic 
Went from smacking on reverends 
And all my teachers to attacking the senate 
So who raddest no question 
Cause if I asked then you said it 
Got em asking for seconds 
And who you fixin to threaten 
Got a grip full of weapons 
I might just give you à présent 
Cause we coming for the stars and all above  dont you understand 
If you can’t take the heat you shoulda went to summer camp
If you think you can you better hope that my gun’ll jam 
Dump you in the sand with pain worst then a stomach cramp 
Money comes 
and money goes 
when moneys low 
we run in homes 
Breakin all y’a garden gnomes 
Take the racks up off the stove 
Prolly shoulda locked y’a doors 
We startin war you gettin buried in the ground by a motherfucking commodore 
Never had a subtle mind
And in the dark I come alive 
Product of my mothers pride
Smothered in a bunch a lies 
And behind my colored eyes 
Is Visions of the other side 
Impossible to summarize 
I’ll save it for another time

Another Time

somerap

written by me 

Where do I even start 
Sitting in the dark blood leaking on my palm 
Even though you did me wrong I see through all y’a flaws and 
ya pretty claws tend to leave a scar
across my bleeding heart 
so
I guess I had to let go of all the moments that we stole 
promises we broke 
the bond that we sowed
is now falling in a hole 
and I’m walking in the cold 
tryna find a way home 
look what this shit  made of me 
a maple tree with faded leaves 
that’s searching for a place to be 
And if I make it there I hope you tried to wait for me 
the answer to my basic needs and I’m just tryna say my peice 
 and I understand you have hate for me 
we’ll prolly never stay in peace no matter how I make it seem 
you just 
keep using me for pain relief 
playing games of make believe 
draining me to say the least 
cause
I been feeling dead inside
stuck up in this head of mine 
honey got me mesmerized 

Hook

And overtime it’s seemin hard to keep my head intact
Bitching and complaining seems to me like you perfected that 
Thought that you was one, why the fuck was I expecting that
Now my mind is lost and I cant find where I left it at 
All we needin is some proper healing 
We stickin to each other outta lust  
and that’s the honest reason 
I hope the mask that’s on y’a face doesn’t stop your breathing 
You hope my soul is at y’a service anytime you need it 
and what’s the point of even locking in 
Cause you ain’t taught me shit but how to cheat and acknowledge it 
And if our flowers never blossom again 
I’ll be waiting for the day to say I promise I’ll quit 
 I’m off of this shit

Mars

Written by me 

I’m everybody favorite waiter 
Serve em right 
They leave a tip 
Customers on my phone telling me the need the shit 
Oh, Forgot to mention that I run a dealership 
but not the one that you thinking this shit got a secret twist 
And considering the fact that my job a legal risk 
This just something i gotta to handle with strength  and leadership
And
I understand you prolly disagree with it
But I never really cared for what others believing in 
 So anyway
Tell me what your treatment is 
Just leave it up me and I can show you what some freedom is 
make sure that them pockets full the product got a fee with it
Please use pre caution or a coffin you’ll be leaving in 
faded eyes and stainless pipes that’s they way of life 
I’m focused on my paper size and finding folks to patronize 
Junkies seeking help, and I’m actin as a aid supply 
Long nights of pushing packs and workin til the day arrive
Workin dreams and servin fiends tryna make it by 
What I do is known for taking lives
Hella patients died 
When popping pills and taking flight
Take em slight, stay alive or pay the price 
Otherwise good, night

Flashy

written by me 

My friends say I’m actin different 
Mom askin me where have I been 
Prolly out scavenging
Cause home is where I haven’t been 
Took a couple seconds to blinker ya average dabbing pen
Crowds tend to gather in
To hear whatever scab could spit 
Glass begins to shatter while he dabble with his pad and pen 
Always been different Sure the class’ll make a clown of him 
I spent too much time tryna fathom where my dad has been 
And tryna grab the pills up out the cabinets I found em in
badder then the Jackson is ask em who the raddest is
Bet the kid adress em quick and give em tips of fashion sense 
So I guess the best is him you shouldn’t have to ask again 
Chokeslam pedestrians and swear it was accident 
kicked outta school cause my baggage had some grass in it 
Suggest to carry weapons in y’a pockets if  you passing him 
Departing with the lab again and scribbling with javelins
 certain he’ll be back again , this surely ain’t the last of him

Swiss Army

Not the type that would write about a female
So I skip to point give a fuck about the details 
Im tryna own it like I bought it off of retail 
When We couldn’t text I used to hit her off the email 
And this just all that I could say 
Cause I never did this much fucking talking in a day 
So as I’m jotting on this page 
I just hope you understand
That I’m stuck up in a jam 
feeling hopeless as a man 

So shall we do it all again 
Before we throw it all away 
You say it’s my fault 
That I outta be ashamed 
So when I hear you call my name 
I just gotta get away 
Cause things’ll never be the same 
Im tryna keep the faith 
You tryna keep me like a slave 
reminded of the pain everytime I see y’a face

Waiting Room

kuya

Written by me 

Sun Beaming on her skin as she pass thru 
I try my hardest not to look at you
The type of woman I could adapt to
Take you back to my castle 
You remind me of a classical jazz tune 
Or the finest of statues 
promise no amount of money could bag you
I don’t mean to harass you, i don’t wanna be that dude 
But my empathy been bottled up in a glass tube 
You like the grass root to my black fruit
The strings that hold together my costume 
We can be Adam and Eve but we could skip all the bad things 
 So in the end we can live everyly and happy 
Your elegant, gorgeous and classy 
And I’m just tryna hold cha hand (Chan) no jackie 
The spliff is ya hands Im tryna spark it 
it’s no soul on earth that I could walk with 
Besides you
I hope you see things from my view 
You stuck in my head and i even invite you 
Your hairs curly and your smile is perfect 
Out of everyone else, it’s you, who seems worth it 
Your courteous and im impressed 
That type of women I would  never think to disrespect 
You could be my mistress in a fancy fitted dress 
I gotta say I’m not ashamed to be a bit obsessed 
Prolly why I recollect In such a vivid sense 
I’m like a bird on my path to your hidden nest
Until you give consent I’ll never give up or try to take a minutes rest 
And The way you stole my eyes is like committing theft 
I think of us and it’s more then explicit sex 

I’m just hoping we can end with strong ties
You on my mind but I’m waiting on your time (x2)

I’m just waiting on your time

Allurê

monarch


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