Queen Anne's Revenge

Queen Anne’s Revenge

The Succubus

(The voice is heavier now, the '90s rhythm slowed down by the weight of years. It’s quiet, like talking to oneself in an empty room.)

Funny thing about silence... it's the heaviest damn thing in the world. Used to be the noise never stopped. The block was a symphony, you hear me? Laughter, tires screechin', Biggie blastin' from a window, my brother clownin' somebody... that was the soundtrack. Now? Now I just hear the wind whistlin' down the street, and it sounds empty.

I walk down these blocks and I see ghosts on every corner. That stoop right there... that's where me and my cousins planned our whole lives. That court is where my boys and I thought we were the next Knicks. I still turn my head sometimes, to holler at my brother when I see somethin' wild... then the quiet hits me right in the chest. A gut punch, every time. The whole damn choir is gone, son. It's a solo act now. No friends, no cousins, no brother. No f'body left on the stage with me.

And this ain't even my Brooklyn no more. The Ville... they turned it into a damn theme park for people who used to be scared to get off the train here. They power-washed the soul right off the concrete. And Caracas? Caricuao? That's just a dream I had a long time ago. Another ghost. Two whole worlds I came from, and I can't go home to either one. They're just gone. Vapor.

All the stories, all the inside jokes, all the beefs... they live and die right here, in my damn head. I'm a walkin' cemetery. And people see me, they see the gray in my beard, and they think, "Damn, he's strong. A survivor." That ain't strength. It's a curse.

It's painful as fuck. You know what it's like to be the only one who remembers? To have a whole universe of people alive in your head but not a single damn soul to sit and have a beer with?

Yeah, I'm the last man standing. But you ain't standin' tall when you're the last one. You're just... left. Left to watch the credits roll on a movie everybody else already went home from. And you just gotta sit there, alone in the dark. Word is bond.

Brooklynite

Veneno

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Скриптонит - Темно (1992 Rock Grunge Version)

"Hey, you almost done?"

Yeah, yeah, just… maybe you can help me with this.
Don't know how to put a price on this.
Tagged the whole inventory, but this—
Can't find a number or bar code.
Guy who sold it claimed it was "priceless,"
Was his grandfather's, no longer make anything like this…
Most meaningful thing he had owned,
But "times are hard" and well, you know how it goes…

Vintage, some wear,
Handmade and hallmarked—
Let's be fair:
15% above scrap.
Put it in clearance.
Beautiful piece,
But without a brand
Won't make people stop and stare…

What's the truth?
I'm fishing for a fiction,
Trying to stitch my life together,
But the cold hard truth's
More like a broken mirror,
Shards of glass impossible
To put back together.

Maybe if I tell it as a good story
It'll make it feel a little better—
Made it this far?
Congratulations, performing well above 95% of rap.


[VERSE]

Real talk, like—not that fake talk I was
Letting float the rest the track. Ha! Just playing.

Losing my head,
Tracing threads back,
Keep replaying.
Sometimes hard to hold it together,
Had more thoughts in the last 5 minutes
Than I could map in a year,
Been years since I've been able to
Release the pressure—
Like a kettle,
Steady steam, steady heat, steady screaming 
Until all the water disappears.

Real talk:
When you got little ones to raise in this cage,
Your children's freedom becomes your tether—
Don't let slaves go free,
Gotta pay their weight in gold,
Sometimes all you got is your body,
Hope it measures up.

Yeah, that's quaint. Nice suggestion:
"Take some time for yourself."
Don't you know that's an urban legend?
Ain't nobody getting enough sleep, water, and nature—
Too expensive to care for yourself, let alone anyone else.


[EMPTY WORDS]

Still, some words come easy,
Toss 'em around like confetti,
Leave the air shimmering—
Nothing changed by the time the dust's settling.


[PHYSICAL SILENCE]

Feels like holding my breath,
Biting my tongue til it bleeds,
Drowning in the life running red.

It's not time, don't have time—
"No time like the present," you said.
Hold that thought—
What was that?
The words already left my head.


[DIGNITY INSIGHT]

Most of y'all won't break protocol
To meet your children where they at—
Role models, wealthy and famous,
Can't even show up for that.

More receptive if you make yourself
A little shorter, literally bend down—
Pride is really fear in inverse,
Leave a man measured by his silence,
Domination in isolation the measure of his worth.

Who says?

I claim the inverse:
The more secure you are,
Granting dignity to children and others
Don't detract from your worth.

Where's mine? 
My value on your ledger? 
How much is raising two kids worth?


[THE PRICE]

Wish I could speak or exhale—

The rich really doing well,
Doing less than ever,
Money growing deeper than a well
That never dries,
Pulls clean water straight from the earth,
Drain every river and reservoir
Before they die of thirst.

Don't know how to put a price on this.

Real Talk

FREESTYLE 7 (CULT 009 / Omerta 2)

Бронежилет

Don’t break me

Counting Sheep

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