the first track off my upcoming EP titled "the observer". everything you hear I did in a small corner in my bedroom. this track is a dark freestyle expressing ideals from one of my most eyeopening, and spiritual experiences.

|lyrics|

threat to the throne, murder in vain
Kings are Dead and Gods are Slain
realities lack of humanity,
living amongst immorality,
Insanity, I see, I live, I breath,
realities cold truth in creeps,
of corporation greed routines done in sync
as the walls breath my mind tells me its the truth
you, choose to believe in,
a life draped in dirty dirty sin is it all pretend?

when it all ends do we get sent,
or do we just rot under the cement?
when it all ends do we get sent,
or do we just rot under the cement?

when it all ends do we get sent,
or do we just rot under the cement?
when it all ends do we get sent,
or do we just rot under the cement?

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i. demons can freestyle

i wrote lyrics, but i didn't feel drawn to storytelling that way for this project, so i sat for months on these.. these.. well beats, but i didnt record and when i did i wasnt satisfied. i scrapped the lyrics because i feel this does a way better way of captivating, or at least to me anyways. i produced this all with no samples, enjoy.

also if you rap over em let me know so i can check it out!

iii. I Took A Walk Out Of Town

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LYRICS:

My stomachs churning, and I'm getting sicker by the minute.
All these crimes against my body I've committed and if I can only rectify and live my life, and find out what it truly means to be alive then I can breathe more than two breaths when I'm laying awake alone. 
I'm staring at the ceiling. 
Slowly smoking away all my feelings.

Wonder if I can get more out of the spliffs than the bullshit in existence/
All the lies and the filth and the victims/ 
and the ones that'll witness/ and never do shit./
The societal excellence or at least the staple/ Rip it out to bleed to prove we are faithful/
But when faith is lost we say "Fuck Being Careful"/ 
cause on today's front page it's quoted "Rather Tasteful"/ so I'll
take another sip from my cup (Sippin')/
As if the ones prior weren't enough (Not Close)/ and my
minds on fire with desire, but the darkness is rather dire/
No light, still the presence of my minds scorching Fire/ 
Water, Earth, Air/ mastered elements, but still life ain't fair/ 
but that's okay I'll patiently wait/
Just for the sight of some rain.../

If there was some time then sure I could rectify and shine some light, but I'm either drunk or stoned or working at my nine to five; drafting texts to my loved ones that "I'm Alright." but I'm scared it's not true... and even if so... we all aren't sometimes.. right?

FIRE. (Alright)

LYRICS:
There’s no calm before the storm,  it has nothin' on me/
Ripples in the game gonna make waves in the sea/
But somethings pulling down and I sink where I stand/
And all that’s left is Pastel scrawled in the sand/ so
Where do I begin? Maybe back in 97’?/
Let me check with my kinfolk and with my brethren/
On the mic spittin' verses like a reverend/
Livin’ life learnin' lessons/
What’s good in being numb, and constantly regressing?/
If that’s a question then maybe I need a few more/
There’s darker parts of my mind I’d like to explore/
in my mind an open door is a gateway to another hell/
Change my name to Brian always on the highway swinging bells/
see in high school mirrors are tools/ and alcohols pure saint/ 
it ain’t it’s fucking poison but I loved it/ 
even still today I can’t get enough of it/ 
but it’s okay today I’m sippin' on some lemonade (w/ ciroc)/ 
it’s okay today I’m feeling tipsy at the tipsy top/ 
but mania causes hysteria and the second I fall I drop/
Like a fish out of water, bitch/ 
Imma thirsty ass trick I needs some water, bitch/
Like a fish out of water, bitch/
We that thirsty ass trick we needs some water, bitch/

This beats like my anxiety it’s highly unpredictable/ 
and musics like the bottle it’s heavily addict-able!/ 
if homer wrote a little autobiographical/ 
this would be his Odyssey story of man yearning to be free/ 
and make it threw the fire and grow, and make it home/
I’m the steel tempered on stone casting sparks when blown/ 
setting fire to crowd seen it from the throne see I’ve told you all but now/
Let me show you how/

Take food for thought for the devil that's some bread/
Prayin' on ya head, but instead you're a slave to ya mind/ 
Lone in the head, truth been heard but nothin' been said/
Hands up to god, and the cards on my chest/
Shadow boxing demons scorching heathens see color in the sky/ 
It's Pastel season and the voice on the mic is the beacon/ 
Tell me what ya hearin' tell me what ya seein'/
Lil' kiddies on the hooks without a rhyme or reason/
How you supposed to see ya impact if i cant (don't) believe in you/
Tell me how you supposed to last when the past be needin' you/
Rap ain't no lost n found once ya lost their ain't no sound/
This not the last bark just the a yap out the hound/
Six years from now careers down and out/
Nothin' but a falling tree in the forest and the world ain't around/
But this tree/ 
That shit don't make a sound/

This beats like my anxiety its highly unpredictable/
And musics like the bottle its heavily addict-able/
If homer wrote a little autobiographical/ 
This would be his Odyssey story of a man yearning to be free/
I was born in 97 yea and blessed by a reverend/
Now this shit right here a holy blessin'/
Staring at the blood all on my hands/
And a single word scrawled out in the sand/
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Homer(Not)Simpson

The Wreath of Poppies is an EP by thePastelkid. 

Tracklist:
1.  Fire. (Alright)
2. Fickle Bitch
3. Homer (Not) Simpson
4. Matador
5. Adrastus

Produced and Engineered by thePastelkid.

Adrastus

Matador

Fickle Bitch

Fire. (Alright)

Rapper // Producer // 21 years old // hmu if you want to talk collabs @ chancewnorris@gmail.com

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