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[Intro]
Light skims stone; circle awakes.
Hands find count; the center takes.

[Verse 1]
Low hum leads; feet read the street.
City draws lanes; we aim our feet.
Labels fall off like steam from rain.
Inside this ring we shift the frame.

[Pre-Chorus]
Call to middle; answer round.
One small spark grows into sound.

[Chorus]
Glow in the open; move through gray.
Turn with the current; carve the day.
Hold to the pulse till fear lets go.
Carry the light and make it show.

[Verse 2]
Stone keeps count; hearts keep true.
Heat draws lines we wander through.
Shadows fold back; edges align.
Golden intent redraws the sign.

[Bridge Call & Response]
[Call] Who holds center?
[Response] All of us, together.
[Call] Who keeps time?
[Response] Right here, in the climb.
[Call] Where does joy live?
[Response] Under skin, in the stride.
[Call] What do we sign?
[Response] A promise: we rise.

[Drop]
Ring grows bright—feet say yes.
Night leans forward—clean progress.
Hands up—wide arc—no stall.
Light runs steady through us all.

[Chorus B]
Glow in the open; move through gray.
Turn with the current; carve the day.
Hold to the pulse till fear lets go.
Carry the light and make it show.

[Tag]
Stay with the arc.
Hear what we mark.
Slow fade, warm stone.
Nobody alone.

[Outro]
Sky shifts gear; streets keep calm.
Arc stays near; rhythm stays balm.
Steps drift home with a gentle tone.
Glow remains, quietly grown.
[End]

“The Allotments” is a nocturnal return to Sydenham Hill — the place where six boys once climbed a broken fence, shared cheap cider, argued about music and politics, and promised they’d never drift apart. Twenty years later, only five come back.

After the funeral of their friend Marcus, the group climbs the hill again to spread his ashes and rediscover the place that shaped them. The allotments are still there, but changed: the fence has been fixed, the skyline is unrecognisable, the old hut leans like it remembers their names, and the bench now has a quiet partner beside it. There is no guitar on the album, in honour of the one who used to carry his everywhere.

Across twelve tracks, the album moves between present-day grief and 90s flashbacks, blending ambient-folk, soft UK electronica, gospel harmonies, wet-green field recordings, and wordless choruses that feel like voices carried on London’s night air. Memory slips, timelines overlap, and the group slowly realises that what they return to never returns the same.

This is an album about friendship, absence, and the way growing up rearranges the map of a place.
A grey-green elegy for the boys they were, the men they became, and the one who didn’t make it back.

Back where we were

my mom said I'm fine

PHASES (p. whyzoo)

Lovecry (prod.NAMIC)

[AMERICAN DREAM] 

i was in the back of the class
scribblin raps
forgin a pass
tryna get the fuck out the do'
lookin to make sum dough
fuck on sum hoes
go against foes
who said i aint gon be shit
well what u know ?
they was right
i aint nuthin but a fuck up/muthafuckin man of the year
hope u like this flow in ya ear
$plashious put the magic in the patterns of the drums
cassius how im rappin , packin punches like a gun

now when i wake up 
i need cash in my hand wit the weed to match
i got five on it baby , we can match
dutches on my stand , u know i keep the wraps
split it down the middle , tuck n roll it til the keef intact

i told her lick it like the ends aint stickin
then i grabbed the blunt n baked it
wish she wasnt here so i could face it
never do the same wit my issues
emotions in misuse
sippin the goose
top of the benz loose
thats the american dream

but fuck america , it aint what it seems
they got my family fucked up
money tight
my pockets stiff at the seams
the whole world is goin to shit n it stinks

now when i wake up 
i need cash in my hand wit the weed to match
i got five on it baby , we can match
dutches on my stand , u know i keep the wraps
split it down the middle , tuck n roll it til the keef intact

yea muhfucka


[TRUGOON]

its tha muhfuckin goon again

said its tha muhfuckin goon again
rude hooligan
tokin potent herb
stuck like a scooter jam
who the man ?
chino well qualified
aint nobody sharp as i
problem unsolvable ?
fists go peter parker guy
always focused on green like i never saw the sky
blocking blessings , u n my choppa is finna harmonize
finna let it sing , no kevin gates
sippin fine lemonade
tryna climb heavens gates

its tha muhfuckin goon again

hangin wit tha homies made me wanna hop walls n do dumb shit
burnt the blunts to roaches , now im cap'n crunch munchin
quick shout to honey bunches
i be grubbin on those too
creatures of the street 
u see us mobbin at ya whole foods
pop a ollie in a hospital lobby
burnin bodies
tellin grandmas have they granddaughters call me
i was beina fuckin rebel 
bumpin man on the moon
now im burnin indicuddy
fuckin goon , what it do


[SNOWFALL]

i said im feelin like snowfall 
whenever i come down

feelin like snowfall 
spittin in this snowball
off four blunts
my brain cells need a roll call
think i mighta lost sum
but fuck it , i feel awesome
had a bunch of feelings n i tossed em
wit the rest of my old hooks n verses
grateful i can spit 
who'da thought i had purpose
who'da thought i wasn't so fuckin worthless
always had my back turned on churches 
flirtin wit my sins , hit the furnace


[HIT THE UBER] 

medicated 
got the whip swervin
fifth bourbon i sipped
its still early
got a bad bitch wit me
she got her hips curvin
servin dick until her lips burnin
shits hurtin
got the bitch chokin 
like shes supposed to give a big sermon
then i proceeded to hit the uber like " slide now "
told her its outside n she replied " i hope u die foul "
n i was like wow
am i supposed to cry out 
n fly a puerto rican bitch to see me get high now ?
i couldnt help but smile
weighin tree on crocodiles
hit the bong 
was gone for miles
flowin like the river nile

since a lil child
i was causin ruckus wild
if u gotta problem wit me
add it to the fuckin pile

i aint yo fuckin pal
competition throwin towels

turn my headphones up loud !

TRUGOON

TRUGOON [PROD. $PLASHIOUS]

circus

Maybe Im Tipsy

002bad_blood

Hurting (feat. Club40love)

My generation hurting
My life a war hoe why would I join the service

Bronem in the car 
With his bm in the passenger
Routine traffic stop 
Turn into a fuckin massacre 
They capping him 
Ain't even snap at em 
Just being black with em 
The scene was super scary had his daughter in the back of him 

I'm African
Fuck the American 
Delete my heritage
Appropriate our music
Sending links but I'm not sharing it 

I've seen riots 
I've seen violence of all kinds
Throw your tear gas there's never tears in my eyes 
2x We call the police but they never on time

When I fall, I wanna be remembered for a long time.
When I fall, I wanna be remembered for a long time.
4x Matter fact a hundred years

F.U.C.K
the police
Why is it that only black blood is spilled upon the street 
Rip the gun off ya waist see who really want beef
Most these pussy pork panzies shooting blacks like pistol Pete 
There's no change I see 
Gentrify my neighborhood
Introduce another drug to keep my people under foot
Of your failing system
Either the work or the prison system
We can't pay for school
Our parents too strung out on crack 
Everytime we try to move 
We pushed seven steps back
And it's cause we all black 
We don't get no calls back 
Crackers shooting up the schools but I can't flip a dime bag 
What the fuck is even that
I need reparations fast
Fourty acres 
You a fool
Put the money in a pool
Send my cousins back to school
Problems looking miniscule


Still on Savage shit
Never be looking back after this
The way that we living immaculate
I'm black as the soul of the president
Run it up

circus

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