Ethereal but is the ether real?
Im just tryin smoke to some key n peel, 
surreal forreal, u know the deal
Stan stay ethereal but is the ether real? (at the break)
smoked cigs and broke twigs in cold bowls
to shotgun soul in smoldered chokehold
The water was so cold, the ice was so thin
I dance numb hymns across it til the sun dims
Backyard woods were hiding places, 
played bass to seagulls, scribbled on some pages
feelin isolated and sedated as of late kid
shapeless tape hiss baked n naked in the matrix
cross faded, like im so wasted, 
neo’s blue pills in my childhood basement
vomit sonic sonnets to the point where you can taste it
Better sleep on ya side if you wanna make it
To the next warm morning, smokin cigs on
porchswing, record the gust, cuz it’s
the only sure thing, besides my love, 
for putting words together 
whether or not anyone ever gives a fuck, 
or if it ever matters, so I just practice, practice like madlib
master the drum patterns and package my bad habits 
all the way back into all this rap shit,
sometime times a glacier made of molasses
other times I blink an eye before it all passes
images vivid as first times wearing glasses
could see every branch and leaf on the tree,
gleaming like cinema stuck inside of my dreams
cuz life is just a movie that takes us
thru life into blackness until we wake up
into our next stasis, fighting what shapes us, creates us, 
rehabilitates us, makes us wait, fuck, like a dealer
In the heartless darkness of bizarre apartments 
noddin out droolin on the carpet, long for the days
star wars in the carport, or yelling parkour
At the local park, or, doing whatever you wanted
Unconscious of endings responsibilities and objects

It’s nirvana, marijuana, trauma, tramadol
Doing my best to just stick to the cannabinols
enjoy myself before the past is gone
catching up to me like a pack of rabid dogs
Still hope that i can have it all, still hope i can have a ball
Wakin up outside w sundried eyelids
Sky Upside down on a baseball diamond
Passing cars blaring radiohead n primus (hook?)
smokin on them midwest mids, old fashion cincinnati adolescence (hook x2)
I exist in numb asylum of addiction, I write fiction
U can see right thru if u listen
But we write this shit cuz no one listens
Nobodys different, window of time where all our bliss is
Nobodys different, we write this shit cuz nobody listens

Is the Ether Real? (prod. Alchemist)

Flip flops on flipped the wrist watch off
Time wait for no man so i stand here lost
Big uzi introvert n the wrist is timeless
Writin hype shit, violins of violence, 
tightened heightened by the silence
Said it’s tightened heightened by the silence (tight) x2
Grammys man they need a peep hologram
Not thinkin eminem when they holler stan
so atrocious, smokin barely focused
Now im Floatin gloatin coast to coast shit
YA, I write heat, icytwat type beat, 
all these haters mad jealous cuz they not like me, 
tho they walk like me n they talk like me 
but it’s not likely they can rock like mee 
park my car in the swimming pool, 
feelin real cool, pro with these hidden tools, 
slangin to the fiends n u know they smokin blues, 
im just stoned in my room n alone with a view, 
I flip the beat like this was gymnastics, 
this is just practice, crackin them backflips, 
Symphony bittersweet as a last kiss, 
all ya passions in past tense so gon head n tap in, (pitched)
I whip the werk break my cartilage, 
wrist in the wok cookin up the hardest shit, 
Just need me a chick i can shop at target with, 
smokin coke parliaments spit that arsonist 
now im soaring, floor it in somethin foreign, 
floatin down the street feelin real important,
IT makes me feel good to know u cant afford it, 
cuz my teeth imported, n Im sorta gorgeous, 
skateboardin in rare air jordans, 
smokin newports chewing on some blue orbit, 
minty fresh to the city’s death, see whats next
u cant deal with this gritty stress, it’s a mess  
strictly that prickly brick weed, rehab talent show
Coming Live from cincy, and even tho they six feet 
my friends still with me, new day we b screamin out whodey! 
Ima Rockstar kickin windows outta cop cars, 
kids pushin fake xans so i know it’s not bars, 
im so felonious watchin nickelodeon, drunk, 
bumping some a that thelonious monk,//
Smokin herb ona broken curb, 
reciting spoken word str8 from an open nerve,
Hope it works, tho they think it’s so absurd, 
Cuz im so reserved with my hopeless swerve
Yeah i know it hurts, dont wanna be around when i go bezerk 
put my hand in the fire tho I know it burns, 
Hope it’s pure, spittin flows to ocean birds, 
Grab a nug from dad had a bad day, 
maverik risin like a phoenix outta the ashtray
It’s the golden tongue swollen lung
Rappin like im smoking dust, n im chokin up
Got em all goin like holy fuck
Feelin dumb cuz it’s like I never know enough,
Feelin like im numb cuz i cant smoke enough, 
Im the whistles of trains, sun, thunder n rain, 
Im the dirt in the cage, inside a summer of rage
N im partly insane n I cant be contained 
  by anything less than a wave
So when i flood this bitch just pretend you knew me and wave, 
just pretend u knew me n pray

Waves of Strings (prod. Apollo Young)

Womb to the tomb tomb to the womb
what can u do, what what can u do x2

lullabies for the sullen times
butterflies hover thru the summer pines
I just slice the horizons eyelids
watch the light drip thru flowers iris
As we soldier the world gets colder
And every birthday all i get is older, closer
Heavy as hell, holdin boulders 
Heavy as the soul in my mother’s shoulders, 
I wanna be strong as my mothers shoulders
I wanna be strong as my fathers shoulders
Late night, self loathin hours,
Smoke filled room kooped up like bowser 
Lofi loops floating thru the browser, faintly
Mario 64 playing, jumping thru memories 
melodies or paintings, 
Never ever thought that our hairs start greying, 
our friends start dyin, our friends decaying, praying, 
remind ourselves who's remaining
havin kids maybe, Im just saying, 
can't plan shit, so dont take time for granted 
before we vanish off this planet 
buried under a co slabs of granite, 
And if youre lucky if some flowers planted, 
wherever the trees, dirt n shrubs command it, damn it
Rented rooms illuminated in relentless moon
Wondering how all of the flowers bloom
In the darkness, hardships, stars like exit wounds 
Looming soon in the great grey blue
From the ground to the heavens above
get left in the dust of the molecular crust, cuz
From amoeba to the mobius strip
Always wondered bout the sky 
even when we was kids, it just
Animals floatin thru a abyss, 
shapes in the clouds that forever drift
And if you stare into the great grey blue, 
that abyss stares right back at you

womb to the tomb, tomb to the womb
what can ya do? What can ya do?

In memoriam for aunt molly, 
pollen flecked flowers border collies, 
sun beamin, gleamin, scenic
irish ashes scattered in the green wind, 
purple ripples, middle of nowhere 
birds doin triple flips thru cold air, 
Feel the storm coming then it’s there
Wings flutter under them branches bare
I guess we all gotta get back to life, 
Get in the car and drive, thru the harps of night
Beautiful as mac miller chords, 
Like of course theyre yours, man what a force
Like damn whyd it have to happen, i never met you
But i can feel the absence, 
Showed me passion made me start rappin
Exposin flowin, many faces n adlibs
muted movies and other sad shit
Taught me to stay away from the bad shit
Ye, Im ill as cody phillips, 
bummin lucky cigarettes whoevers still up
Do my best, rectify my losses, 
watching highways for petrified crosses
watching cars drive thru the rain, 
blue shadows cruising thru ruined panes, 
Stained glass past n some soothing waves
It all lingers on like tooth decay
Remember Grandpa on holidays, 
yorkshire pudding n some hollaindaise
then the cancer came like fields of rain, 
knew nothing would ever be the same
til he was filled with pain, didnt know his name, 
ghost white pukin with the bluest veins
I'm filled with thoughts of I coulda done more, 
thinkin bout the days like i need one more
Sitting by your window where the sun pours
Like water witha glass of numb force,
Sooo, when life defeat you
the dark rise to meet you, it all tries to beat you
Stay strong, among the pines that we seen thru
All the way to, the other side of the easel

Pine Tree Ocarina (prod. Syndrome)

Reservoir Echo

Dead meadows n reservoir echos
Borrow tomorrow, then go ahead n let go
Time flies like a thing with wings, 
let the birds sing above the church swings
songs beat behind my eyes 
n they are not my heart, 
somethin out there in the night 
and it is not the dark x2
Yeah, This is a metaphor for reservoir, 
reservoir for metaphors my broken lil memoirs 
and they fulla bars, soul of the boulevard
Sometimes feeling like a failed artist 
flailing in the margins, pale in the stale darkness
Empty chair where the dusty harp sits, 
home is where the heart is, 
hardwood floors and smokey carpets, 
unused guitar picks, Nintendo cartridge
Pitch perfect dark, just sittin here to prove that these words are art
Burnin sage, roastin mary just to pass the thyme, x2
sittin splittin herbs up here on my satellite
Yeah, I wanna make it known
That I wrote this shit faded in a trader joes
Bumpin lou reed smokin on some blue dream, 
but it’s green, bluegrass if u know what i mean
sloppy karate I chop the beats body 
King of the hill im ill as bobby n khannie
That’s my purse and man i dont know u
Stealin homebrew, burnin down the whole foods
Sometimes it’s what ya have to do
Keep a flask a liquor chillin with the apple juice, 
afternoons, cruising down the avenues,
Back, back in the daze, livin life like it’s absolute
This soundin like runnin thru the fountains, 
This sound is like morning announcements
All u had to know was where your house is, 
Cuz our other mother is the other mountain
Party at night with the ghosts of our townships 
n those older kids we hung around with
Intensity of these dreams, weed withdrawal
Sometimes i feel i seen it all, yeah we seen it all 
in the breathing walls
I tend to miss it all before it’s even gone
Acid flashbacks, laughin in the crab grass 
pupils so wide hidin behind a black lash
Kick the can, manhunt, ding dong ditch 
captain hook peter pan, sing song shit
This is a chorus for the forest 
and the porchlit stoops
Where we scorched the moon 
and climb steepled roofs
Listenin to stories of orphans, 40s 
that we poured out for the corpses, 
morbid orbit and pure endorphins
Finally giving shape to a feeling so formless, 
This sound like first times smokin weed, 
This sound like a midsummer nights dream, 
as i sit here spittin thru some broken teeth
something you can read, somethin u believe
Im gettin faded like it’s meant to be, 
eventually thisll all be a memory 
meadow fulla dead leaves typa energy
As my ancestors echo thru the centuries
And that’s melody, and that’s identity, 
And for my youth this here is an elegy, rest in peace

Reservoir Echo (prod. LethalNeedle)

Flooded Curbs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwUAmqQQcLE&feature=youtu.be

Who are you, who do you wanna be
Im just bumpin Badu, blowing weed 
from the wiiindow seat,
In this life man i been thru hell, comin out 
the other end n i heal so well (hook)
So make sure that the drums are loud, 
every single time that i come around
When the sun comes out, showers come down, 
sunflowers come up outta the ground, like
Simple lives that we improvised 
never plan for shit man it was a different time, when i
wrote my name in the schoolbus window, 
fog of the panes drew frogs and some minnows
I know why the caged bird sings, cuz thru 
All these bars i found my own wings
Own things to say, own things to do, 
own things to sing, own things to pursue, im just
Lightin joints off the stove, fightin poison and ghosts
Im just tryin to cope with the highs and lows
Fated woods of our neighborhoods, 
rapt baptism, creek water where we stood
Like do ya research, im spittin freeverse, 
With my homies face still smilin wide from my t shirt
Im shinin, like a garden of stars, 
plastic cars on the carpet flyin to mars, imagination
Blue eyes blue pills blue sky new thrills 
old highs nah man, u right, I toil in the soil 
of my wary soul, til the marigolds come out all nice n bold
Harvestin all them roots n bulbs, 
Couple bright ideas that im tryn mold
Heart shaped hips, sweet tart lips, charms
Nothin like the warmth of a woman’s arms, 
made a real organ outta my wooden heart
Keyed in even when the engine wouldnt start
Even tho im Acid dipped old dirty bastardish, 
Stoned like I just saw a basilisk, im baskin in 
the black n mild smoke with the plastic tip, 
Like i was Icarus flying off the gravel cliff,
So man, hand me the aux, 
chill and ill queue up some Cannibal ox 
Blarin all the music thru the cannabis fog, 
dont worry about shit, dont panic just nod
Ol fashion cincinnati adolescence, 
less sense than ten cents dimebags n incense
i remember the forest mattress
coulda had your first kiss, but got too nervous
Riding bikes til we couldn’t breathe
Til the streetlights came on just so we could see
This evenings ceiling which has no meaning 
besides a feeling that makes it seems like im dreaming
Earthworms in the flooded curbs, razorwire horizon and sullen words
Fell thru the ice at the rink, sittin on the counter, 
put our feet in the sink, what’s the use
We all feed the flowers below funeral suits
We all return to the earth that’s a beautiful truth
these are paintings that breathe, blurred murals and scenes
Huddled smoking in a circle, slap hands n say peace
Some friends, apparently they fly, buried homies left us all staring at the sky
From the skatepark to the graveyard, yeah, from the skatepark to the graveyard x2

Who are you, and who do you wanna be

Flooded Curbs (prod. LethalNeedle)

Cincinnati Rimbaud Ramble (Quarantine Remix)

Cincinnati rimbaud just let me rambleeee let me ramble
Straight from the quarantine, yeah i know yall need more of me, hahaha
Coming live from the apocalypse, 
not even coronavirus could stop the kid
Biggie told me this is all a dream
Till it all falls down like it’s make believe, uh
Intoxicated under constellations
Coral colored reefer and some observations
Stars in the ceiling of my parent’s basement
Chasin each other over broken pavement
Yea, Im just smokin teddy pendergrass 
the highs real nice but it never lasts
I'm driftin lifted on the river Styx
A drunken boat pretendin that I give a shit
Twist a spliff ona book of french prose
Cincinnati Rimbaud, too sick for handsoap, 
give my dogs somethin to gnaw on 
like hambones, all this damn poems
like prayers, with my hands closed
So even when all the vultures surround, 
I can add to the culture with sculptures of sound
Blunt cruisin thru the ruins n the bruises
At heart yall know im just a morbid student
Scrawlin cavewalls, prehistoric music
Surmountin mountaintops with the way that i do it, Im
Spittin fringe religion any given week, I
Shoot the breeze, down by the polluted creek
Where i freestyled n I learned to use this beat
Painkillin snort it all to some judas priest
dont wanna die gettin high in a room
Tied up with a spoon, that shit is too soon, yea,
Yall know i got an animal soul, so let these cannibals know
You cant handle this dope, I
battle thru the past, shadows in the grass, 
at the end of the day man i just wanna laugh
N let go, regret as a benzo klepto
So damn lucky didnt get my neck broke
Wasted like money, redheaded dummy, 
but now im like the stars cuz nobodys above me
Smokin by my lonely can u help me homie
Got the noble force, like im obi won kenobi, 
im never phony, im never phony
Throw these trash rappers away and say Kobe!
Yall aint comin like it’s impotence
Im floatin in the harbor off barbituates
Yall on some make a wish, i make it happen
in the basement making sure i never waste this magic
Smokin high grade, ridin thru the tristate
spit it like my tongue was a gun, held sideways
But ay man can we stop the violence, well placed words
For that perfect silence
Cigar with the funk, now im rhymin with simon, 
Im cryin n drunk, it’s my quarter life crisis, 
My quarter life crisis welcome to it
I see colors in the music, true blue acoustics
Hoes like im baudelaire, or toulouse lautrec,
stay with the absinthe and the triple sec
I just reupped, spittin with my feet up
Press words stright from my blood like  a deep cut
I can even press blood from a stone, you feel 
tomorrow’s marrow when i cut to the bone
Now im done with the drugs, get numb from the drums x2
I was born with a heart of thorns 
in the hornets nest fulla pain and scorn
get the dough before these pills bury me
If i couldnt even walk would u carry me?
A beat bare as september trees
My circuits just a circus nervous energy
Will you remember me, will u remember me?
Rapid eye movement groove in every dream
Ay ay, ya might as well stan Stan
Everybody knows he’s the goddamn man
When the light starts to dim, my mind fulla wind, 
U can find me In the park climbin pine tree limbs
It’s no release without dopamine, 
hope that i can go to sleep, at least smoke in peace, 
Alright man I know im bright
like naked lights shakin on the lake at night
Fade away in cicada ballets 
sun cascadin in emerald and grey

Cincinnati Rimbaud (Quarantine Remix) prod. Stan

Freestyyyle tryn go virrral
Stan forreal I could hammer steel
Banana in the pants for the sex appeal
Just know you couldnt do this without me,
I'm that dude like the big lebowski
Watch the smoke it's so hypnotic,
Light yall up like joe exotic! I just
Bust it out this rusted trumpet
Stay triumphant despite my dysfunction
Bad habits like a sinful nun,
Battle past actions in black hole sun
Uh, I just harness this garden of sound,
Spark behind the target and carve out a crown
You know that it's just yung firecrotch,
Seismic shock as this empire stops
[Out this rusted trumpet i found under water
Haunted songs at dawn made of glass brass n copper, askin
What has it come to, and where will we run to
What it has come to and what are you gon do] na x3
This black mirror cycle sucks
All the cashiers got nitrile gloves, uh
I watch death/landfill from the window sill
With a yellow radio n a daffodil
Im a raucous shaman, coppin rotten blossoms
I been to bottom with oxycontin
Now im Picasso, portraits of autumn
Smoke em if ya got em, forget ya problems
Paint it honestly as poverty
Like pigeons eatin vomit out on market street, my
Odyssey of debauchery
Back when i was just lil old diogenes
When we made flutes from blades of grass,
Makes me laugh to replay the past
When we just mapped the collapse of stars,
Memory lapses in the laughing dark
Rabid cat chewing a plastic heart
Empty alley where we used to crack cigars
And now it's just ghosts in the photograph,
Faces from the places where we smoked n rapped
My broken past, when we roamed the ave,
It was all we needed all we had
Birds on a wire like words on a page
I burn in the fire n i yearn for the stage
With the strangled angels chainsmokin halos
Til my veins glow w brazen rainbow
Wherever waves go I chase the same flow
Ive swam with macos I ate the mangos
In my throat/heart it's a million ghosts
But ive moved past usin all the pills to cope
I blink plague, think in pink haze
Just another brick in the wall, rock in the maze
Lost in my phrase, ill be choppin the tape,
Talk talking for days if u drop in the bass
Like a moth to the flame I'm just watching the rain
With a pocket of haze, lock locked into place
I know gods watching my sponsor me tape
Contemplatin the apocalypse, concepts n shapes
I just need weed n the sun to bask in
Killin millionaires on these beats Carole Baskins!!
Sellin weed from the basketball court
Swisher sweet burns in my basketball shorts
Im tryn drink less, im just tryn think less,
Just need an ink pen, breasts in pink dress,

Plus this rusted trumpet i found underwater
Haunted songs at dawn made of glass brass n copper, yea
Out this rusted trumpet i found underwater
Haunted songs at dawn made of glass brass n copper

Rusted Trumpet (prod. Stan)

image by /u/flooko on reddit

Painting Acid Rain

When the rain drops down ill shower
Under the gutter w summer flowers, uh
Fell asleep on LSD, and spent a century 
in melted velvet melodies, so
step inside my mind it’s a brainstorm 
Cold sweater weather do ya best to stay warm! uh
Forget a metaphor it's petrichor choir, 
petrified fire, reachin thru the barbwire 
Rainwater blotter dot the mottled pane
Watching droplets race down my stained glass brain
I coulda been a flunky, i coulda been a junky, 
i coulda been moonlight i coulda been a sunbeam
Always sunny, but im shameless as frank is
Frankly u can hate me but ima still make shit
Lately man lifes good like joe walsh, 
eyes of cobalt cold as snowballs
It’s raining in my brain today, saturate 
The sacred pavement in shades of grey
Blow grape smoke thru the rays of rainbows
Bike home thru the sirens of tornados, uh
Pressure cracks up n down my brain
Like my skateboard deck got left in the rain
So I, smoke a broken oak branch out the coke can
bikes with no hands got my nose slammed
(uh ye, As i sit and paint the rain, with
a brush fulla rust and flame it’s
my stained glass brain, impatient amid the changes) x1
Clouds like mountains made of rain in the sky
Everything gets washed away in due time x 2 my
Coke nose drippin but my drip is sicker
Rappin basquiat, or francis bacon paintin pictures
With the weed as green a sea iguana
Got it stashed in the aqua balenciagas, im
White girl wasted, i might not make it, 
raw wound of sound im whiteclaw faded
Brainless in corrugated drainage pipes, 
where I laid naked on the consecrated ice
Hello u been forwarded to an automated void
I been thru it all, benzos n opioids, 
And im still the same kid in the polaroid
Spittin curtains of rain that made the roses moist 
With the golden voice as i hold a joint
swear to god aint quite yet got my soul destroyed
forsaken, sat in lavender havens 
If ya feel me give me a pagan amen
Psalm scarred palms, nah u can't take them
Sour flower sproutin up outta my brain stem, uh
I used to cop a bag of agony, 
walking Half asleep as i battled apathy
As my axels traveled gravel galaxies 
nearly shattered me, first place in atrophy, yeah
We all come from where there were woods, 
and our parents did the best that my parents could
Conceived, to Fleetwood Mac and weed
Stanie Nick's five a gram culdesac or creekk
Relive the past, i cant give it back
Water tower coppin powder out the hour glass
Redefine time with those fractal capsules
i rap shrapnel, like a flame with no shadow, 
notebook in the satchel, I tear a page
Smokin on the one hitter it’s a perfect game
I’m my mothers metaphors n my fathers stories
Thanks to anybody who ever supports me
Flop in the grass with my filthy sweat
Been thru drugs n women neither one has killed me yet
haha ya, As i sit and paint the rain, with
a brush fulla rust and flame it’s
my stained glass brain, impatient amid the changes

Painting Acid Rain (prod. Stan)

https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/

19th and Broadway

In the cut like switchblades in griptape
Stan the man the nickname since like sixth grade
Just tryn make sure this shit bangs
The pulp fiction suitcase carried my mixtape
Rollin up an l like Im sammy jackson
Stanley yelnats stay panty snatchin,
Zero to a hero with the weirdo adlibs
Animal house it’s the main attraction 
red hair w the blue eyes dragon, 
draggin on a cigarette tryin to remember whahappen?
Not interested in lawful trollops
Just needa uma thurman, sensimilla wallace, ye
My groove smooth like some eucalyptus
other rappers cotton mouth you cant spit this, na
Im on the corner, miles davis with the dope
faces glarin in the windows n the roads
Walls tattooed w/ names of teenage ghosts
All we got is hope n so we cant cope, cant cope
bumpin Grateful Dead n im grateful to be alive
Im faithful in the process n im patient in these lines,
I could float for hours down a river of flowers
back in the days when the minutes were ours, ye
I brave the raven perched above my door
Edgar allen flow, ebb of a trembling shore
Nostalgic gothic the author out the ether 
power in my meter, my skulls a dream theater
Yea I lose myself like a hotel roomkey
instinctual ink, blue veins in the looseleaf
bootsy off the lucy, psychedelic relic
Kaleidoscopic fiber optic so electric
Wacky tobaccky, raspy aspiration 
hoarse voice fulla force ashy n sacred
I couldnt treflip so i had to make shit, 
whole days skatin all the gas stations, 
searching for a curb to ollie off
N we came across a fentanyl lollipop
I revel in my temple, a vessel between my ears man
ornaments in the forest trees only beer cans
lookin thru this art for the parts of me
Doodle with some blood straight from my arteries
All that harmful karma by the pharmacy,
I go ahead n rework it into harmony
altered states so pure
Like a songbird in a bombed out church
Hidin from the rain smokin in the gazebo, ye
Rhyme so timeless Im never off beat tho x2
Claw my way outta the grave tarantino
Trippin off the blotter watch the death of my ego
Clever n poetic n whatever ya say
Okay, boomers on my pbnj, all day
Smokin on an eighth of octaves, 
Walk the concave talk to gods face
Escape hell alive like dante
N I do not pray stay fly as ospreys
Stan aint no flash in the pan im slow saute
Blunt cruisin down a street goin the wrong way
Yeahh It’s been a long day so im bumpin sade
At the protest today, down here at 19th n broadway
Goin crazy on this hazy breakbeat
Rip this shit for everybody else that cant breathe
The cost of loss, human capital
Tactical vest killers get sabbaticals
I lasso latitudes and break the equator, 
smash the globe in half then I slap the creator
Rest in peace breonna taylor, george floyd
Ahmaud got lynched joggin 
by some good ol proud boys
Disgusting man, it’s the world we live in
Is this the typa place to give your children’s children?
Nah, Im livin life by the milligram, 
enraged at how it all can just kill a man
So i crash in the sadness lacerated 	 cascade, 
gnats hovering over my glassy ashtray, like a grave,
And those dead, protests keep alive
still listenin to helicopters in the sky

19th & Broadway (prod. Richard in your Mind & Stan)

Stan Forreal aka Diogenes
humble rapper
lyrics all in descriptions, new + refurbished songs.
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