My bbyyyyyyyy

Prices jacked like broke cars, 
domes smacked when the J’s gone, now it's time to write songs.
Bar break minds, records stop like trailer park j-roc, K-swiss laced up on my day one.
We dont need to pop when we reach edge, 
nose lean over we flick we dont miss. 
Like vx with the scratch lens, nostalgia soaks in. 
Dont worry bout shit till later, never back down till they pay us, 
when the cracks around streets decaying. Sell it to they own they shameless, cant blame em they fuckin made us. 
Whats the problem with pocket watchin when debts is paid up, why you spit at paparazzi when the attention paid ya. 
Poppalardo with the push tiago with the tre flip. Keep him off the board he dangerous. Oyuh

listen up Im talkin shit, listen up I talk my shit, listen up got my belt on, listen up got my pants up, listen up pyche saggin them 


I couldn’t sit still in church, I couldn’t sit still in school, preacher used to put me in the back, teacher send me to the principal 
Nigga what’s ya fuckin principals, you boutta wait for a miracle, please start act original, ya actions ain’t permissible 


no Nigga I don’t wanna hit the bowl 
spliff the only thing I’m smokin on 
really feels good singin songs 


gotta stop takin my shit out on other Niggas 
aggiitated w myself before anyone 
but it don’t seem the way 
know things need to change
but they seem to stay the same, what’s that?
played the game a thousand time, ain’t know the rules, bring up bad examples, that shit ain’t comparable 
what’s the methods of study, you only read the abstract, you only read the summary 
man this shits introductory, the air you breathing that’s a luxury no gambles no hustlin, no bread no nothin 
that’s the problem gotta figure out before you get old, ya attitude hold u back like a back roll, chasin 4 the ass then you go home alone 
ain’t gonna good till you good alone

Still In Church

truly ringin the rag, tryna get everything I can out of it, eatin out a can 
never knew how good pinchin pennys felt, bein man 
fuck a caper, peanut butter with the bagel please 
hold the everything fam
fertig niggas hold it in, till they gotta kill 7 
bolts cuttas kept on our person strollin the gates of sheep
don’t stutter step when second guessin  means eatin concrete
due dilligence trust, men barred like chickens cluck 
life sentences spent whippin books, no way to test the whip
debt grips the wrist, Nigga needs a hug, Nigga need some kismet
at the end 
on the fence at the end 
on the fence 
at the end 
on the fence 
overlooking what you just did 
hope it leave a grin 
not a grimace

Lets Corporate

Sinking (Again…)

Earlybird

19 - 13

Down Time 1

poetry by isaiah hull
guitar by bianca scout
vocals by bung
production, guitar, flute & vocals by aloisius
mix & mastered by aloisius

made in one night by aloisius sampling a recorded improvisation between aloisius, bianca scout & Bung {in which bianca scout played guitar & Bung contributed vocals}

limited edition 1/1 hand-painted vinyls on the bandcamp now

https://lifeisbeautifulrecords.bandcamp.com/album/reach

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