Burnheart, Vol. 1

Burnheart

The Alchemist Sandwich

The Alchemist (feat. Earl Sweatshirt) - E. Coli

Lil bro used to ride in the jag 
My heart can’t get love back 
Gimmie worser and worser then that 
Gimmie worser and worser then that 
Mini skirt no thong after class 
Gave you life it was all I had 
I was crying in yo backseat,
Outa love outa love off xans
And people say they love me
Idk imma stand on 10 
Lotta niggas say they my brothers idk if I have real friends 
I still break bread in the end …



I still break bread in the end 
got so many tear can’t swim 
My mom sold white 
and pop took flight, 
from clouds will you hold my hand 
I look to you for some type of love 
I can’t pretend 
You lied oh you broke me down you were my only friend 
Cherry popperz tryna feel what’s worse
Hell or this again
#<3

cherry popperz (prod Svapna)

shemar x Child Actor: "sunscreen" releases 2/2
shemar1.bandcamp.com/album/sunscreen

was never futile though fell to same small end //
i’ll be your villain when the pedestal meets the flanger bend //
deconstructed //
into smeared bridges //
only the fire next time left //
spread my ashes across ocean’s toe //
urn made from locs with no hang time, you don’t even know me //
if you think anger leaves me with any more than falsetto grin at wake of post nut clarity //
intuition seeps in slowly //
it was as good as needs convincing like my smile //
christmas, nights after i found my present pile in front closet //
closing //
chapter, there should be paragraphs for //

i wore oyster pearl fabrics to a dead man’s wedding i shoulda worn standards //
stanzas pile into preface a twenty volume suicide note //
each night //
i count the stars and get the same number //
and when they will not come to be counted i collect their holes //

i reject building manifestos towards false prophets //
(i	monarch	.i	gold.)
[dance, nigga dance]

fold
into my selfishness
crumbling papers
i know no exits
most of my language
muddled
hardly a showman
no harm in stasis today
no thoughts for auction
i sipped my grand
niggas lost me in this pocket
how the gauntlet never fit my hand

bliss stuck to my garments
staining my coughs
minute of fame
more entertaining when you watch
when you watch
spit in my palms
nice like you visiting
i'll make your night
name a price
when you watch
it's competition
and i'm locked
buy my shit
or mind your business
no skin in mine
mind in my way
caught in my gaze
you gon take the matzas
if you paid or not
i'll make you watch

Cover art by Yeshua Sunn
Mastered by MJC @ Last Epoch Productions

affirmation ii ft demare'a [prod. Child Actor]

shemar