Blood's thicker than water.
That's what it always been.
It's thicker than, they say.
Baby I can't relate
Do you got some sin?

Iron ain't cold as blood isn't mold.
Don't know how your family's been or what your told.
Cause its thicker than sin.
And the worst case of living.
Is worrying about your sin.

Witches of water!
Calling out all my mommas!
Alo don't need no Sangro.
I got the band though! 
Ready to play again!

If I could be some kind of Hex Blood!
Would you love to ask me where my horn rubs?
If I could be some kind of Hex Blood!
Would you love to ask me where my horn rubs?

Was taken out by the BlackRock.
Just some other day.
Straight from the castle to the bay!
Nothing really changed...

Kind a miss my own dog barking baby!
Now I'm hunting devils, making tasties...

Witches of water!
Calling out all my mommas!
Alo don't need no Sangro.
I got the band though! 
Ready to play again!

If I could be some kind of Hex Blood!
Would you love to ask me where my horn rubs?
If I could be some kind of Hex Blood!
Would you love to ask me where my horn rubs?

Hex Blood

There’s a war happening before you notice the pain.

By the time you feel it it’s already decided.

Inside my body something’s moving
Not loud, not violent, just true
Molecules lining up like they know
What they’re about to have to do

No warning shot, no countdown clock
No voice asking if it’s right
Just signals stacking in the dark
Waiting for the moment to ignite

I don’t tell it when to strike
I don’t guide it with my hand
It already learned the difference
Between what’s me and what’s planned

No conscience.
No mercy.

Just recognition
before memory.

Immune system
stay on edge
You feel it coming
before it spreads

Immune system
don’t hesitate
It reads the threat
before it’s named

White cells swarm but they don’t panic
They don’t care how something looks
They don’t judge intention or language
They only read the chemical truth

Sometimes they hit what wasn’t the enemy
Leave scars where trust once stood
But survival don’t stop to apologize
For doing what it thought it should

Same thing happen in my thinking
When a smile come paired with delay
I feel the shift before the damage
Even if I can’t explain it yet

Protection isn’t gentle.
It’s efficient.

And efficiency
doesn’t wait for permission.

Immune system
hold the line
It reacts
before the mind

Immune system
hardwired fear
By the time I know
it’s already here

Every cell remembers
what almost killed it

Every scar contains
the instructions

It doesn’t forget.
It doesn’t forgive.

It prepares.

I didn’t learn this from a lecture
I felt it in my chest one night
When my body moved before my thinking
And got me through the fight or flight

I don’t call it paranoia anymore
I don’t dress it up with sense
I call it internal evidence
That something in me learned defense

Immune system
built to last
Every warning
from the past

Immune system
still alive
It didn’t ask
It just replied

You don’t survive
because you’re right.

You survive
because something inside you
never waited
to be convinced.

Immune System

I go out when it’s late, streets half asleep
Windows watching back when I pass beneath
Every step sound louder than it needs to be
I hope I don't find death's greeter

Keys in my fist, just in case I run
I don’t look lost, I just look numb
Walk like I belong till the corner’s done
Been seen as just another lemur

I still check for cops when nothing’s wrong
Old habits stretch way too long
Night taught me what to lean on
Watch yourself Black Boy

Silence don’t mean safe to me 
It just waits till you stop breathing free 
I learned that young, unfortunately 
They see us as a bad toy

Night runs, heart stay tight
Same streets, different lights
I don’t sprint, I don’t fight
They might take my life

Night runs, ink don’t dry
Hunger talk, throat still dry
I keep moving, that’s why
Either way I'm out of sight

Three in the morning, name got called
I froze for a second, didn't moved at all
Some moments stick, some just stall
Watching your friend die

Third floor room, door locked real tight
Sat on the floor, started to write
Stress hums low, I don't bite
Think it through don't get high

Adrenaline don’t feel like power
It just keeps me up another hour
Ticks loud in the quiet shower
Watch yourself Black Boy

I write till the sky turn pale
Pretend I slept, pretend I’m well
Some lies you tell just to exhale
They see us as a bad toy

Night runs, heart stay tight
Same streets, different lights
I don’t sprint, I don’t fight
They might take my life

Night runs, ink don’t dry
Hunger talk, throat still dry
I keep moving, that’s why
Either way I'm out of sight

I’m not brave, I just don’t freeze
There’s a difference people besides me
Fear don’t scream, it still breathes
Black or Blue its all a scene

Morning comes like it always do
Doesn’t save me, just know the truth
I take it quiet, I move through
Watch yourself Black Boy

Night runs, heart stay tight
Same streets, different lights
I don’t sprint, I don’t fight
They might take my life

Night runs, ink don’t dry
Hunger talk, throat still dry
I keep moving, that’s why
Either way I'm out of sight

Bread and butter, standing up
Clean the pen, rinse the cup
Honestly, I don’t think too much
Hoping I can see the sun

Night runs end when they end
I don’t celebrate, I just need to bend
And you know I'll have to do it again
Smoking in my midnight run

Night Run

When its on my mind.
I think about you, all the time.
Maybe one day, I'll go and see you again. . .
But my life has just begun.
I still want your love.
But I know our time is through. . .

When I look at the things;
I Like.
I still think of you. 
And when you pick me up it's what a mom suppose to do.
We had a dream of children too
I worked to support you
I loved you
But you wanted too....

Leave, I understand, you a woman of the land
A Nomad...
But maybe we could have
Something glad
But I know its through...

When its on my mind.
I think about you, all the time.
Maybe one day, I'll go and see you again. . .
But my life has just begun.
I still want your love.
But I know our time is through. . .

When I feel doomed. . .
You worry about the way, I choose. . .
What could I do?
To keep the love of you?

To get back to you!
Sometimes, I'm sad it's true.
When you win you still lose...
And maybe its my fault but I can't be blamed for it all

I know I'd still choose
To get to you
But you all you wanted to do is

Leave, I understand, you a woman of the land
A Nomad...
But maybe we could have
Something glad
But I know its sad...
Cause I know its through...

When its on my mind.
I think about you, all the time.
Maybe one day, I'll go and see you again. . .
But my life has just begun.
I still want your love.
But I know our time is through. . .

When its on my mind.
I think about you, all the time.
Maybe one day, I'll go and see you again. . .
But my life has just begun.
I still want your love.
But I know our time is through. . .

No Love For The Nomads

Bad vibes don’t knock.
They drift.
And if you don’t move,
they sit with you.

Trippy drugs got me leaning toward the deep end
Trying to get close, but I don’t feel the same
Looking in the mirror, I don’t look the same
Waiting on brighter days that never change

I keep saying I’ll quit, but I don’t mean it
Keep saying I’m fine, but I don’t sound right
Every promise feels thin when you breathe it
Every night feel longer than the last night

I don’t feel lost.
I feel. . .
misaligned.

Bad vibes
pull me under slow
Not drowning
just letting go

Bad vibes
in my peripheral
I see myself
from somewhere else

Gin for my yin, need balance somehow
More than I planned when I started this route
I tell myself space is the answer right now
But space just echoes when you shout

Acid on my tongue, talking to the moon
Talking to stars that don’t talk back
North Star watching, says I’ll shine soon
But soon feels far when you off the map

Quit wasting my time I say that often
But time keep moving like it’s immune
I don’t wanna waste my whole life watching
From the sidelines of my own view

I don’t know
if I’m escaping. . .
Or just circling
what I already am.

Bad vibes
wash on  me
Not pain
just numb clarity

Bad vibes
in stereo
Left ear lies
right ear knows

Don’t let the bad vibes pass x2
and call it "growth"

Everybody wants uniqueness
until it costs comfort
Everybody digs for truth
until it looks like them

We all floating strange feeling
Universe wide, no ceiling
Clown words sound silly
But they hide the most meaning

You ask how much peace in these sentences
I ask how deep you’ll dig and
Do you define yourself with honesty
Or stop the moment it gets thick

You’re not reborn like a phoenix
That’s a story you tell to cope
You get one life, one angle, one sequence
So why not take the plunge and hope

Bad vibes
fade in and out
I don’t panic
I just watch

Bad vibes
come and go
I don’t chase them
I let them show

Bad Vibes
Bad Vibes

Bad Vibes!
Bad Vibes!
Bad Vibes!

Bad Vibes

Yea! Lets Kick It!

Better believe that, I just want to kick!
I don't think you want it?
I got it.
Its not your business.
Please!
I got to bite that bubble.
What I want is for the rich people to feel in trouble.

I don't think I want it myself?
Fuck it! 
I don't have anybody else!
Greed!
Is the virtue of the pedophile elite!
If I bleed!
Its cause I stabbed one in his sleep.

BLOOD RED!
BLOOD RED!
BLOOD RED!
YOUR DEAD!

Come here, baby darling, better watch yourself, pretty.
Watch out for men out here tryna grab, life's shitty.
They'll pull you apart, twist you up, don't let 'em get their way.
Fuck that, I'd rather be broke than look away.

I caught a polar bear.
Standing there with a grisly pair.
I'm here for the people
I don't bow down, I don't boot-lick.

Fuck it! I don't want it!
BLOOD RED!
Now we're back!
Fuck that motherfucker!
Blonde Head!
I can't say!
He can't pray!
I don't want to stay!
We need blades...

Yeah, I'm in the blood.
Red!

Killing at the bottom of the blonde head!

Doom. Doom. Doom.

Blonde Head

Woke up dry, mouth tasting rust
Head feel heavy, body don’t trust
Sun outside but the room still dusk
Like I been up too long, like I missed a flush

I pull the fridge open, nothing inside
Cold light hit me right in the eyes
I stare too long, feel something slide
Between what I remember and what I deny

Hand hit the door, felt nothing back
Metal don’t bruise, it don’t react
I check myself like, “don’t lose track”
But the thought already ran its lap

I haven’t drank enough
I haven’t ate enough
I haven’t slept enough
Something’s stuck

Dehydrated
Mind delayed
Body moving but the signal’s late

Dehydrated
Something changed
I don’t trust the thoughts I generate

I thought I dreamed it, swore I did
But the feeling stayed when I stood up
Room look normal, nothing slid
But my chest feel like it blew up

There’s an image I can’t explain
It don’t feel mine, still feel real
Like a memory without a name
That my body already learned to feel

Face in the mirror don’t move fast
Eyes look wrong for half a sec
I breathe slow, let the moment pass
Pretend I didn’t notice that

This didn’t happen
This did happen
I don’t know
Which one matters

Dehydrated
Mind delayed
Body moving but the signal’s late

Dehydrated
Something changed
I don’t trust the thoughts I generate

Check carefully
Check carefully
Check carefully

Or everything fails

Check carefully
Check carefully
Check carefully

I sit down slow, can’t feel my hands
Like the floor moved when I didn’t
Thoughts line up then disband
Like they don’t need permission

I ain’t violent, I ain’t wild
I’m just stretched too thin
Body asking for water
Mind giving it images instead

Dehydrated
Mind delayed
I don’t feel safe in the thoughts I make

Dehydrated
Wide awake
I don’t know how long this state can stay

Dehydrated

Step right up
Watch your feet
Sticky floor
Rotten meat

Smell that stew
Hear that bell
Welcome down
To the Sludge Hotel

Little ladder
Little climb
Lose your name
Lose your mind

One more step
Don’t be shy
Everybody’s hungry
Everybody tries

They serve it warm
They serve it fast
The first bowl’s free
The second one lasts

Climb the stairway
Take a seat
Sip the sludge
Eat the meat

Laugh a little
Lose control
Trade your brain
For another bowl

Sludge lounge calling
Hear the tone
You came in human
You leave a Sloblin clone

Chef in chains
Rings the bell
Boiling lies
In a copper shell

Big fat pot
Never dry
Every bowl
Another lie

Look around
See those eyes
Used to be
Regular guys

Now they chew
Now they grin
Something moving
Under skin

First it's funny
Then it's late
Then you feel
Your bones rearrange

Climb the stairway
Take a seat
Sip the sludge
Eat the meat

Laugh a little
Lose control
Trade your brain
For another bowl

Sludge lounge calling
Hear the tone
You came in human
You leave a Sloblin clone

Chew
Swallow
Obey

Chew
Swallow
Obey

Sludge
Inside
Your veins

Climb the stairway
Don’t look down
Lose your name
Lose your crown

Sludge lounge open
All night long
Once you taste it
You belong

Stairway To The Sludge Lounge

I used to read life like the lines were written,
Like damage was random, like pain incidental,
I used to believe what I lived was just given,
Now I see how the pressure was placed, how the weight was intentional.

I used to trust words about fate and karma,
Like balance would wait on the back end of time,
Then I learned this world don’t honor dharma,
Only matter and motion and pressure and signs.

They told me suffer now, collect it later,
Like pain was currency stored in the soul,
But Charvak said heaven’s a clever favor,
Sold by the ones who already feel whole.

No afterlife audit, no cosmic trial,
No scale in the sky keeping score of my sins,
Only breath in my lungs for a measurable while,
Only choices I make and the state I’m within.

I don’t reject belief
I reject lies that ask me to starve now
for a meal that never arrives.

Things changed in my head
Not sudden, not said
Just thread by thread

Things changed in my head
What I fed, what I read
What I trusted as truth
Versus what bled

Perception’s the proof, not scripture or saying,
If I can’t touch it, taste it, or see it exist,
They preach restraint while enjoying the paying,
Tell you deny life so they don’t have to risk.

Pleasure ain’t sin, pain ain’t sacred,
Both are responses the body records,
You don’t get wisdom from fasting your senses,
You get it from friction, survival, and force.

I didn’t lose faith
I relocated it.

From heaven
to here.

Things changed in my head
Not loud, not red
Just a tilt in the way
I interpret the thread

Things changed in my head
I don’t chase what they fed
I measure what’s real
By what’s left

No heaven delayed
No hell deferred
Only hunger, thirst
And the weight of the word

Truth ain’t revealed
It’s perceived
By the living, the breathing
The here, the me

I don’t wait
for justice after death.

I don’t borrow meaning
from promises I can’t verify.

Charvak said
While you live, live well.

Not everything happened to me.
Some of it stayed.
Some of it shaped me.
Some of it rewired how I move.

The Me

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