BACKING UP THE TALK

WORLD CUP FREESTYLE

will you hold me when I cry? [Prod. autrioly]

LØST (URSA MEJOR X THEGEMINITXIN) [SLOWED]

Hold On (Sped Up)

Thought about how frustrating it is to keep focus and then I realized what matters most is your mental health and the ones that keep you circulating. Got some bangers coming along with a big project in the works. Stay Safe and Strange 🖤🫡

Polarity

Locked In (Ghetto Poetry) Ft. Mincey

Spoken word poem depicting the perils of big data collection and algorithms on “the self” and the human condition.

Algo-Rythm (spoken word)

“I do now what other people only dream. I make art until someone dies. See? I am the world’s first fully functioning homicidal artist.” 

-Batman (1989)

Murderous Mind ft. EmptyMyth

Layer by layer, they made me concrete. 
Memories with no escape; 
memory my only fate. 
Destiny is my identity. 
My foundation hardened 
before I even knew what life was. 
Chained to the slab of my past, 
no strength to walk away. 

I bricked myself a house made of regrets. 
A giant empty fortress made in my own image.
This stone temple, 
just a lonely monument to my failures. 

Down the hallway, 
throughout every room, 
I hear the cruel echoes of the past’s voices. 
My bones, like the rings on a tree’s stump 
hold the memories of every brick I laid. 
I am a mason, 
no jars, 
just brick walls to protect my heart. 

Day by day, I sit in this tombstone; 
no instructions to freedom, 
just my name scratched into these barren walls. 
I cry but no one hears me. 
I’m exhausted; 
thinking maybe if I stopped breathing; 
maybe if I forget about existing; 
maybe, just maybe, the pain will go away. 

My roof is covered with trauma, 
no starry night or windows to bring me light. 
No summer, 
no seasons, 
my house is just darkness;
just a house, not a home. 

I wish I was a better person. 
I wish I hadn’t made this house. 
I wish someone understood me. 
I wish so desperately to get out. 
1 wish, 
2 wishes, 
3 wishes 
or four. 
In truth, I just wish I didn’t exist anymore.

Our Bricks are Different (spoken word)

Music is everything to me.  From making a tapping sound with your fingers to creating a masterpiece with elaborate schemes. My music is strange and unique because I give life to my lyrics and paint a picture for the listener to admire. Strange.

Polarity

David.Strange