lifelike.

The older that I get, yeah, can feel the ash on my tongue
Mmm, It’s stacking higher and higher, fhe fiberglass in my lungs
I ain’t no Jaden or SYRE, I didn’t come from no funds
I couldn’t be no Messiah, the grapes and  the plums
That I dried on my windowsill
I thank my stars every day that I ain’t into pills
Cause my cousins was passing em it ain’t no deal
Coulda took only half of it, would a spun out and crashed in it
My controller ain’t accurate, yeah, but it’s all for real

Do you like it, when I get lonely
Does it remind you it’s all your fault
Do you hate me when I look happy
Does it remind you of all your faults
Baby don’t blame nobody baby don’t blame
Baby don’t blame nobody baby don’t blame 
Baby don’t blame nobody baby don’t blame
nobody else for what you did

Do you play the game so you can save something
I couldn’t live with myself if I just say nothing
I got this one shot, load it up, here that gun pop
Nothing’s really good enough, chew me up like a gum drop
Spit me out, let me vouch fully for my cadets
Spent a lot years teaching, couldn’t learn behind the desk 
There’s a lot of y’all wondering how I deal with all the stress
Here’s the secret to my motivation, I just stay depressed
God damn feelings get on my nerves
I resolved quickly to just suppress it
35 really a thousand words
Wonder how quickly they get the message

Do you like it, when I get lonely
Does it remind you it’s all your fault
Do you hate me when I look happy
Does it remind you of all your faults
Baby don’t blame nobody baby don’t blame
Baby don’t blame nobody baby don’t blame 
Baby don’t blame nobody baby don’t blame
nobody else for what you did

Don’t call me by my first name if you ain’t know me since I was young
Just don’t call me by any other name, I’m still somebody’s son

fiberglass prod. by eerieskies.

Can you hear me now?
Turn your headphones up
Can you hear me now?
Lay your phone back down
Can you hear me now?
Do you still feel alone
Can you hear me now

Last night was really like a roller coast
Uh 
least now you can say that you know the ropes
Two fine looking to have to play to tropes
One good hit and I’ll probably overdose
Last night, we had a falling out
And we fell we right back in each other’s mouths
Red lights followed throughout the house
If you play that back turn up the sound

Can you hear me now?
Turn your headphones up
Can you hear me now?
Lay your phone back down
Can you hear me now?
Do you still feel alone
Can you hear me now

Can you?
Can you?
Can you hear me now?

6 figure salary, got embossed and in gold
I flip a tape to a tour and I keep my feet on the road
That chevy Malibu I used to whip, got locked up and towed
I put my faith in an industry that might fuck me and roll
But I got everything I wanted, can’t fit nothing in my pockets
lil feta in my wallet, lot a green in my bank
My house was feeling pretty haunted, ain’t have no one I can talk to
Now somebody always calling, so someone gotta wait

Can you hear me now?
Turn your headphones up
Can you hear me now?
Lay your phone back down
Can you hear me now?
Do you still feel alone
Can you hear me now

Can you?
Can you?
Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?
Turn your headphones up
Can you hear me now?
Lay your phone back down
Can you hear me now?
Do you still feel alone
Can you hear me now

can you hear me?

Has it arrived? 
The hesitant resurfacing of the sublime, 
from the confines of ambition. 
The quivering admission of we’re not so different you and I. 
Thus urge the gut, trust lest you regress. 
Sun kissed, my feet swept. Upend the oath kept. 
Weary arms outstretched, I unexpect. 
Wary, I inch toward it. Fearful the artform distorts it. 
Rather clumsily catch and set free than bask in what’s left to let be. 

Family car ride, dad passenger side, now I drive. 
City lights meant naptime, 
I’d wake when we’d pull through the gate. 
Least I could do for a birthday. 
Most I could say was a smile. Inside, I soared. 
Mom said she saw me crying through a window, 
left me to dry my eyes with the group.
She said to herself, “Someday, he’ll make it through,
Someday, he’ll know what I always knew.” 
One day, she told me that came true. 
I weeped like fireworks. 
My sister and I thumbing through records, laughing like we used to. 
Time traveling, salvaging innocence, polishing, restoring. Mending. 
Future can wait, I’m sated remembering. 
Not without its thorns. Roses vigorously plucked,
A beauty worth bleeding for.
Breathing like I mean it more. 
The privilege to people watch. 
Imagining. A narrative is alive where you only enrichen.
I promise I’ll publish it. Nonfiction. When I find my footing.
The miracle of finding our footing. 
Embarrass me. Tear me to shreds. 
More confetti to celebrate us reuniting. 
Basking in the failure to capture. 
This doesn’t deserve art.

Failing Capturing

Love story short, 
senior me left my sophomore girlfriend
when I left for university. 
Textbook ending. 

Eight years spent complicating. 
Methodically branching like lightning slow through a slab o' wood. 
Calculating. Labyrinth mapping. 
Trial testing paths, juggling potentials.
Primed for the instant I flutter, 
when the jitters reawaken from their jittery slumber. 
I choose my own misadventure and wonder 
how this will end.

Which pain?
I know the unrequited kind 
like the back of my unheld hand. We've met. 
God forbid it's a road I haven't simulated traveling yet.
What if we click, we court, we kiss, we commit, 
and months in, you uncover to your chagrin 
the undeserving charlatan I have always been, and we split? 
The end, start again. 

Or, what if 
we join and form a bond strong enough to call home, 
a promise lifelong to forge a future only our own, 
us envisioning honeymoons, nurseries, nursing homes, 
then I meet someone new, and desecrate all we have ever known? 
I'm no saint. I won't feign like infidelity's not a feasible failstate. 
Believe me, this messenger would shoot himself 
over the pathways these possibilities pave. 
Let me count the ways your innocent heart could break
multiplied by the rate at which I blame you for mistakes 
to the power of infinity unpredictabilities. 
How many storybook togethers 
have regret splattered on their last page? 
And most frightening of all, 

what if 
we fall, 
and in your arms, I feel the fear fade, 
and you free my heart from its calculated cage? 
What if… 

There's no way. 
Which pain? There has to be pain. 
Your warmth briefly heals 
but what's real always returns more afraid. 
How will this end? 
I lie, I cheat, I do you wrong. 
How could I ever stay calm 
when even the truest love 
only lasts so long?

Heaven forbid, 
what if this lasts
forever?

The Fatalist

In 2019, I learned how long a moment feels. 
Sat next to a stranger who shouldn't have been, 
delicately peeling away years of strangeness. 
We weren't catching up. There was nothing to catch. 
We were building with, for like ten minutes. 
She got up, walked onstage to a public park's worth of onlookers and sings her heart open. 
Stunned, backstage sat next to where someone who used to be a stranger used to be, 
gazing straight up at our moon, and snap. 
A moment, of gratitude, humility, 
vivid as present the second I recall. I'm still there. 
A moment is 2.5 nanoseconds.
A moment feels infinite. 

Let’s play pretend like the day will end 
with the sun fallin’ down to rise up again. 
You curl up in bed like you always have
and drift off to Dreamland for a well earned rest.
Until then, it’s all on a track to that. 
Where you’ll end up bein’ is right here where you’re at. 
What stays constant. 
Watchin’ the hands on each clock.
Still swingin’ whether you feel they will or not. 
How a tree still grows, the sea still flows. 
No need for anybody nearby to know. 
How the world stays spinnin’. The stars stay twinklin’. 
Regardless o’ whatever bad thoughts you’re thinkin’. 
Think ‘em. Feel it. Trust it’ll pan out,
like every other day you had before now. 
They say that any day could be your last. 
‘Til then, you will be alive by the time this song ends. 

Five years back, I was dazed.
Took one second to hear. Took five years to say.
I trust in my timescales. In timescales, I trust. 
Wait a millisecond. 
Five years back, I was gone. 
Searchin’ for five years long, and now five years on, 
I trust in my timescales. In timescales. In time. 

2017, I coulda been twenty-one. 
Studyin’ up in Northridge, almost done. 
Coulda ran for school president, ran some more clubs. 
Coulda partied downtown, fell in and out of love. 
Coulda walked as a grad, walked away from the mic, 
got a job and a house, two kids and a wife. 
Coulda laid down comfy in my home each night, 
and stare up at the ceiling, no meaning in life. 
‘Cause back in 2017, I was twenty with a dream 
and a choice o’ what kinda pain I want most. 
Be true to the art and let the rest run thin, 
or be set for life and wonder what coulda been? 
Well, I made my choice and I’m proud.
Reason why you’re still hearin’ my voice now. 
So five years back me, this is the moment you had in mind. 
You trusted in your time. Now we’re doin’ just fine. Singin’

Five years back, I was dazed.
Took one second to hear. Took five years to say.
I trust in my timescales. In timescales, I trust. 
Wait a millisecond. 
Five years back, I was gone. 
Searchin’ for five years long, and now five years on, 
I trust in my timescales. In timescales. In time.

Timescales

LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-backstage-pacin-lyrics

LYRICS ON GENIUS

backstage pacin'

Fans Believe You

🎶don’t sit on my fence, get out or get in then🎶

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/dartizt

Artwork by: https://soundcloud.com/wetdaytimetable

Lyrics: https://genius.com/miles-powers-fans-believe-you-lyrics

SPOTIFY etc.

Fans Believe You

2nd verse hits as always. Sorry for not posting I've been dealing with a bunch of life stuff and this song encapsulates one of those moments.

When Is It Time

COLD !

Written by me
Recorded by me
Produced by me
Mixed by me

COLD !

The Only Thing

Original Instrumental Snippet by Shawn Wasabi
Mixing and mastering by @dustbunnybedroom
Featuring @milespowers

Lyrics:
[Mahal Slick]
I said, whatchu mean? 
You don’t wanna fuck with me
I be kicking, spitting fire
Cinderace up on the beat

Counting 1-2-3
Stackin paper, get the cheese
Man the cheddar lookin golden
Giovanna with the dream

Girl, whatchu need?
Said I’m busy, can’t you see
Like the sun up in the summer
Getting hotter with the steam

You don’t want no beef
No lettuce, no green
Unless you bringin out the jane
Call me spidey with the swing

Playing games, finna switch it up like click click (boom)
Come along, getting high up in the spaceship (zoom)
Whatchu want? Got the sweets 
Got the ice, got the freeze
Make it float, like a peach, we be runnin outta room

You said we have to turn the lights off, aye
She going crazy like oh my god, aye
Oh, shawty getting so delighted, aye 
Oh wow, call me lighting getting ready for the race

I said whatchu mean? yeah
I said whatchu mean? yeah
I said whatchu mean? yeah
I said, I said, I said whatchu mean?

[Miles Powers]
Oo she say she need it, I just think you want it darling
Ride that M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I to New Orleans, oh my
Meet me up in Florence, my whip proficiently foreign
Don't feed the fish if they more than four feet long to begin with

I'm goin’ nautical with it, slick shit I gotta go get it, yea
And I don't even wan’ be famous, I just wan’ my poems ingrained in
Brains of writers, lyricists, aspiring or retiring
Got ambition like nutrition fanatics have them vitamins

Tidal waves on an island I been wavy lately
I'm giving hope out, giving hope out like my baby gave me
I'll give a verse out, give a verse out if you pay me maybe
Unless you Mahal I’ma look off like a pass to AD, from LBJ

The hell you sayin boy, you just a baby boy, put some work in
Do some lurkin’ ‘fore you spout off ‘cause you may annoy
Some people you don't want to, on to 2020 now
Write about the life you live, ain't all about the money child
YEE
I said YEE
I said what, you, MEAN
I said what you mean, what you mean

The Fatalist

mr. master