Sonic Therapy: Missed the Cut Vol​.​1

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Ngajuana and Madhattr have begun prepping to release Sonic Therapy 2: Paintings In Braille, by releasing some of their private archive of unheard material. All material on the 'Missed the Cut' series has been cut from the Sonic therapy projects, but was too good to languish on a hard drive somewhere. Enjoy!

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released October 30, 2014

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Ngajuana London, Ontario

Ngajuana has built a solid reputation for being reliable, consistent and focused. Ngajuana won the 2013 Jack Richardson Music Award for Hip-Hop, as well as the 2013 CHRW Fan-Favourite Album of the Year Award. Ngajuana (with Madhattr) continues to prep his biggest project to date, "Sonic Therapy 2: Paintings In Braille". ... more

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Track Name: Move It Or Lose It
I been working hard a long time, 400 plus tracks,
Nose to the grindstone, I’ll never relax,
I revel in that, you dissin me, you better spit crack,
Cause I’m from heaven, here to scrap all the devils in rap,
Defending hip-hop, cause I can still get pleasure from that,
Speech eloquent, I’m relevant, I move like an elephant,
Ground shakes, water glass breaks, spilling an element,
Don’t know what realm I’m in, I only know I’m it’s king,
N.G.A., Ngajuana, That’s me, Mister chronic,
Part black, part weed, part sun, part comet,
I’m blasting off, about to enter orbit,
Tongue contorted, from my morbid, thoughts of sordid escapades,
And I’m walking on a lonely path, my only friend’s this page,
Underground said just rap, and mainstream said just get paid,
And so I’m stuck between a rock and a harder place,
Seems I gotta choose between my pockets and my artistry
I used to rap in jail, practice my metaphors,
Just to hear my flow, echo back off the metal doors,
And now forever more, I wage a better war,
Just To achieve the same perfection as cellar door,
This ain’t the usual 16,it’s 24,
Name in the street like a crip blood’s are gunning for,
But no one’s ready for the show that I got in store,
People call me New York, an apple with a rotten core.

I’ve paid dues, and now I make music,
Since my debut, I’ve made major movements,
Move it or lose it, or get your food bit,
You and your clueless two-bit crew too, bitch.
I’ve paid dues, and now I make music,
Since my debut, I’ve made major movements,
Move it or lose it, or get your food bit,
You and your clueless two-bit crew too, bitch.

My smooth speech is slick, no slang spit, no thank ya,
No gangsta, just Nick, whatcha see is whatcha get,
Straight anger, and yes I’ll shank ya if ya need it,
Best believe that I’m the strongest and I’m weeding out the weakness,
As I see it, I’m a leader, I’m the savior or the shaver,
Of the sheep, or else I’m crazy, and what they’re saying is true,
But I’m not about the rumors, and you know it’s not a joke,
Because I got no sense of humor, say my name and you’ll get choked,
Have a cock and a smile, and shut the fuck up,
And stop your denial, admit that you suck,
Because I paid my dues, you paid for a ticket,
And your girl pays me, when you pay her to hit it,
I’m no pimp, she just likes me better than you,
And she thinks I look better with your cheddar than you,
She wishes that I wed her, but instead it was you,
So now she’s bitter, and she’s got a vendetta for you,
You’re headed for doom, me, I’m at the head of the room,
Shooting for stars, already bucked the man in the moon,
I am calamitous, the damager, the crown prince of Canada,
The crown prince of Cannabis, approaches his throne,
I’m holding my own, until it’s this whole globe that I own,
Now I’m grown, the game’s sewn, but thanks for showing up,
The competition is no competition, I’m the heir apparent,
Scary ain’t it, I’m a parent, but I’m still invisible

I’ve paid dues, and now I make music,
Since my debut, I’ve made major movements,
Move it or lose it, or get your food bit,
You and your clueless two-bit crew too, bitch.
I’ve paid dues, and now I make music,
Since my debut, I’ve made major movements,
Move it or lose it, or get your food bit,
You and your clueless two-bit crew too, bitch.
Track Name: B.R.A.I.L.L.E
The game has been weak, and me? My middle name is unique,
And so I’m claiming I’m the main one that they came here to see,
Paintings in B.R.A.I.L.L.E
Look at me now, no shears, not shaving the sheep,
It’s more like, crafting a classic, hattr you bastard,
Thanks to the beats, I’ll now be hated by masses of rappers,
As if I, wasn’t already, my flow’s used for beheadings,
I’m pro with this machete, my foes become confetti,
I’m dope, and y’all are so unready, soft like teddy,
Talking, acting deadly, but your hands shake and you walk unsteady, gut check,
Now tell me how you could be spitting flames but ain’t erupt yet?
And tell me how you’re criminal, but only looking suspect,
And tell me all the things you’ve told a thousand heads before,
What you got in store? Nothing til your album drops at 44,
To hear you tell it, you’re America, from war to war,
But you’d probably be a corpse long before you saw the corps.

Half the time, I find myself doubled over to laugh at rhymes,
Most rappers past they prime, the rest are asinine,
Wild imaginations, day-dreams of blasting nines,
Other than real talent, all they really lack are spines,
What are these crappers, all deaf dumb and blind?
Just repeating what they see and hear hoping to get signed?
Everybody now’s the coldest, I reflect the sun’s shine,
Melt emcees, and leave careers wrecked with one line,
So in due time, maybe they’ll make sense of the clues I’m,
Dropping and stop talking monotonous it’s preposterous,
I shudder to think of what rap’s about to become,
Y’all have, muddied the waters, but that can be undone,
This game is all a front, fugazy on all fronts,
It’s not dead. It’s simple, hip-hop is Forrest Gump,
Hip-hop’s just in a slump, it’s lost a little funk,
So let’s put it back, lose the gat, toss it in the junk.
Track Name: My Crown
They… say… I..won’t ever get where I wanna be,
But I know that there’s nothing standing in front me,
I hold it down, and lock it off, my crown, can’t knock it off,
I talk the right amount, the rest they talk too much,
I’m just doing my thing, so please hush while I sing,
Emcees proceed to leave, you ain’t touching a thing,

I need to get to where I need to be, my hustle is constant,
Last album was some club shit, the first was a concept,
This one’s for the underground, a gift to my peeps,
To keep my rep solidified and my spit in the streets,
In any beef put my fist to ya teeth and cause sleep,
Once you’ve fought me, the next step’s gotta be Ali,
Golly, y’all get gully, y’all get embarrassed not subtly,
Like catching me getting skully from ya girl while I’m nutting,
They saying I can’t shine, but really I handle mine,
I cease all other speech, like rapping with gangster mimes,
Y’all don’t stress me, c’mon who wan’ test me?
None of y’all intimidate me, let alone impress me,
I’m ready for the fall-out boy, I’m never resting,
My text is a weapon, effective to stop your effervescence,
So call me when you’re sober like Evanescence said do,
And don’t ever test me again, or hope that heaven blessed you

They… say… I..won’t ever get where I wanna be,
But I know that there’s nothing standing in front me,
I hold it down, and lock it off, my crown, can’t knock it off,
I talk the right amount, the rest they talk too much,
I’m just doing my thing, so please hush while I sing,
Emcees proceed to leave, you ain’t touching a thing.

Face it bitches, I’m a-list, y’all stay just bitches,
I’m from a town where the crowds look like baby Hitlers,
I turn the paper to parchment, my statements scripture,
Hate on me, It only motivates me to get sicker,
Slicker, flows flip, beautiful as gold drips,
Wrote tons of new shit, improved on my old shit,
Flipped it, re-mixed it, got bolder, re-wrote it,
Executive produced it, then packaged and sold it,
My syllables are killing em like avian flu could,
Somewhere somebody’s saying "this Canadian’s too good",
Because I’m blazing ‘em, stay fresh like a baker is,
My hay-makers straight lace lessers so will they stay jesters,
With great pressure like sea depths, they fade better,
I break restraints, while my counterparts stay tethered,
My songs will play forever, I lay complacent never,
Man, my name has come to represent the dopest eight letters.
Track Name: One Way Road
They'll never take me alive, I've got a problem with authority,
I'm horribly vicious, never a drunk, often dis-orderly,
I rhyme immortally, more to the point, I rhyme morbidly,
I tell war stories like Nam Vets with cold 40's,
I smoke blunts, buckets, bongs, anything for weed,
anything y'all niggas need, I can get it guaranteed,
call it whatever you want, I say "supply and demand",
I don't rock a suit, still I remain a businessman,
sick with my techniques, cause I've got a gift for the gab,
taught this rap shit to myself, to hold and to have,
married to the words I dream up, at least 'til I die,
when I was fifteen I dreamed that I'd be dead at twenty-five
penned Breakdown, right after Static wrote about Fries,
started believing in myself after a couple people cried,
then a buddy of mine died, and another chapter closed,
so I have to keep on walking, down this one-way road.

Choose your own direction, when travelling life's path,
Life's a One Way Road, moving slow or moving fast,
the only thing that you can never do is hit the brakes,
so when it's life or death, a wrong turn is all it takes
Choose your own direction, when travelling life's path,
Life's a One Way Road, moving slow or moving fast,
the only thing that you can never do is hit the brakes,
so when it's life or death, a wrong turn is all it takes

I don't regret the life I've lead, I don't forget the lessons either,
they collaborate to make the man performing here this evening,
I just spit from my heart, and pluck at your heart strings,
the most beautiful music is made when a heart sings,
so I transfer that to paper, everytime I start a new sheet,
I brought myself a lot of pain, and lost myself a ton of sleep,
I've prayed myself the Lord's to keep, counted stars, counted sheep,
but nothing ever seemed to ease the pain, it's ingrained so deep,
never cried while I was locked up, but I also never gave up,
everyday I'd wake up, in that rat infested hole,
there were dayz when I was so down, I thought that I would never make it,
lemme dedicate this to my locked up bros,
that's the path I chose to follow, my mistakes have made me tougher,
bad decisions saw me suffer, totally alone
but I have to keep on going, I'm a hustler, not a sucker,
and I plan to prove it to the masses, on my own.

Choose your own direction, when travelling life's path,
Life's a One Way Road, moving slow or moving fast,
the only thing that you can never do is hit the brakes,
so when it's life or death, a wrong turn is all it takes
Choose your own direction, when travelling life's path,
Life's a One Way Road, moving slow or moving fast,
the only thing that you can never do is hit the brakes,
so when it's life or death, a wrong turn is all it takes.

(Sample/Outro)
Track Name: Frankenstein
Hands Up, The stage is mine,
I’ll make the game stand up, like I’m Frankenstein,
I said hands up, as if I’m taking your dough,
I’m the hottest thing coming out the Lo....

I’ve been a menace since grade school they shoulda called me Dennis,
I invented my own rules, until they got me sentenced,
Locked up, I learned much, heart full of malice,
Soft hands of a thief, but my attitude was calloused,
In chains all day like I’m Alice, stripped of my name,
Walking off balance, from a hit from a J,
Call me Nicholas J I’m sick of that everyday,
And I’m too smart to just sit in a cage,
So I’m pushing the envelope, like bribing a cop,
So bright I don’t use lights, for hydro crops,
And I don’t stop, I’m known for the passion that I train with,
So many on my jock, I’m a passenger train, bitch,
I’m passing with lane switch game, mixed with flame spit,
Sick of all the same ish, figured I should change it,
I’m here are you angry, why? You should thank me,
I’m cutting off wack emcees, as if they gangrene.

Hands Up, The stage is mine,
I’ll make the game stand up, like I’m Frankenstein,
I said hands up, as if I’m taking your dough,
I’m the hottest thing coming out the Lo fo sho’, so
Hands Up, The stage is mine,
I’ll make the game stand up, like I’m Frankenstein,
I said hands up, as if I’m taking your dough,
I’m the hottest thing coming out the Lo...

I get props like a movie set, I’m a beast,
Shad wants a Claire Huxtable, I’m fucking Denise
I melt flows, like I’m global warming, warning,
Step away from the stage, if you see me performing,
Because I’m hazardous to health, rabid for the wealth,
So corrupt my boys hesitate to have me at their house,
I’m the hottest thing breathing smoke, it’s no joke,
I could overdose an eardrum, before I spoke notes,
I choke folks like ropes, and toast those who boast,
I’m cash, Just like Shaq, when he’s low in the post,
I’m dope alias switch from Ngajuana to coke,
High off the dro, so I don’t walk I float,
And I’ve decided to re-vive the game, before the speech dies,
I’ll preside on hip-hop, cause I refuse be quiet,
I vehemently de-ny that I’m not the Crown prince,
If not me, show me who the one that you found is.

Hands Up, The stage is mine,
I’ll make the game stand up, like I’m Frankenstein,
I said hands up, as if I’m taking your dough,
I’m the hottest thing coming out the Lo fo sho’, so
Hands Up, The stage is mine,
I’ll make the game stand up, like I’m Frankenstein,
I said hands up, as if I’m taking your dough,
I’m the hottest thing coming out the Lo....
Track Name: Primitive (Ft. Branded Moore)
My flow runneth over any cup, I’m so excessive,
Can I really be Canuck? Man I’m so depressing,
Yessir, but I’m so interesting,
Cause I’m so intense, when I’m interjecting,
My two cents, in every sense I’m a nuisance,
Been around for a minute, still I’m the new kid,
Aahhhhh, correction, mine’s the new shit,
Go ahead, try to see me cause I’m elusive,
First things first, lift up the blinders stupid,
All this mindless music, can be mind confusing,
Take a little taste, how you like what I’m infusing,
It’s obvious on every track, I’m improving,
I’m the truth, and y’all are under my influence,
You’d only hurt yourself if you tried to do this,
The cord was killing hip-hop, so I induced it,
Now I’ll slap you nappy hoes, call it Imus music.

We the best in this whole mid-west vicinity,
N.G.A and Moore, shut-up when we got the floor,
You don’t like it, there’s the door, we hip-hop divinities,
So stop with ya primitive noise...
We the best in this whole mid-west vicinity,
N.G.A and Moore, shut-up when we got the floor,
You don’t like it, there’s the door, we hip-hop divinities,
So stop with ya primitive noise, you’re not limitless.

I'm known to own the microphone like I be John Bellone I got Your girl up on the bone while doing business on my phone
Theres no one like me who be exciting the crowds I mean I'm Prob-bably the one you based ya whole stage show around
Capt hold it down, even in hiatus, cause I be reppin London Sipping drinks in the Barbados, I bring the flava-playa, so Make a life decision, because you either hip hop-or you isn't
There aint no in-betweenin, go fight your inner demons, in private (why kid) so I don't hafta' fuckin see it,
my shows the spot to be at, and everybody know it, so its packed for the cat who gon' hafta open
And when its time to close it, that's when I get my dopest, I only focus on my skill and not what brand my clothes is - one thing I know is, ya fucking with two of the greatest, so just be happy that you even have it on ya playlist.

We the best in this whole mid-west vicinity,
N.G.A and Moore, shut-up when we got the floor,
You don’t like it, there’s the door, we hip-hop divinities,
So stop with ya primitive noise...
We the best in this whole mid-west vicinity,
N.G.A and Moore, shut-up when we got the floor,
You don’t like it, there’s the door, we hip-hop divinities,
So stop with ya primitive noise, you’re not limitless.

Props? Just Gimme em! These simpletons are simians,
Why make it simple when I’m singing only to be singeing ‘em,
The beat stays swinging like a pendulum, it’s perfect,
For me and Moore to murk it, give it the full service,
We wordsmiths, while you little birds just chirping,
Just trying take second, y’all know who first is,
Truth is, most of all of y’all lack purpose,
And that’s hurt, your rhymes are weak and patchwork,
From now on, please don’t write unless you ask first,
Take that trash verse and swallow it ass-first,
‘fore you get your ass served, then you get your ass turfed,
And you get your ass stomped, lemme get your ass a skirt,
Moore, estimate his chest size, our rep is undenied,
Let’s kill these bugs like pesticides and watch em as they die,
And as they decompose and their bodies attract flies,
Then we’ll write a track about it, and perform it side by side.
Track Name: Plastique & Plastic
Just a couple more, tick-tock, tick-tock,
Tick-tock, tick-tocks, tick-tocks, tick-tocks, yup,
And I’m bout to explode,
Wick lit, I sit, sick of this sickness,
And all I hear is tick, tick, tick,
I think I’m bout to explode,
Something ain’t right with me,
Because everyday is looking like night to me, yup
I said something isn’t right with meeee,
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, I think I’m bout to explode.

But I’m not really sure if I can help it,
Or if I’d even want to, immature as I am selfish,
And many say I’m shellfish, crabby in the best of moods,
Maybe that’s because I’m locked up, snapping and destitute,
These things can get to you; no-one’s regretting you’re gone,
They just move on and work their hardest at forgetting you,
Hating when you collect call, they’re always pressing 2,
And when they don’t accept you feel they’re actually rejecting you,
Maybe it’s true, probably not, I’m probably nuts,
Probably why, I’m properly held, the problem is me so I gotta be stuck,
In this place that I hate, wondering if, I’ll ever be great, cause that’d be great,
But if it’s my fate, I’m cutting it close, suffering slow, struggling to create,
Just call me time bomb, cause even armless and weaponless,
I’m armed and I don’t care who I harm,
Wick burning quick, I think it’s halfway finished,
Frustrated, bout to snap any minute…

Just a couple more, tick-tock, tick-tock,
Tick-tock, tick-tocks, tick-tocks, tick-tocks, yup,
And I’m bout to explode,
Wick lit, I sit, sick of this sickness,
And all I hear is tick, tick, tick,
I think I’m bout to explode,
Something ain’t right with me,
Because everyday is looking like night to me, yup
I said something isn’t right with meeee,
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, I think I’m bout to explode.

So you can view me like a psyche ward supernova,
But I probably wouldn’t change a thing if I could do it over,
It wouldn’t be me, wouldn’t be Josh, wouldn’t be Nick;
Wouldn’t be which? Couldn’t be both, I wouldn’t know, their saying that I’m sick,
I’m saying who isn’t, who’s never been sick of this living, I’m guessing that everyone has for a minute,
So after a minute, you might feel better, but I’m just one of the lads, who didn’t,
I’m sick, sick, sick, yup all I hear inside my head is tick, tick, tick, yup,
Go ahead and do the math, arithmetic, yup, Devil marked my soul with a 666, it’s how I spit this slick,
I’m not with this shit, nooo, all I had was freedom on my Christmas list, nooo,
Tried to reason with ‘em, said I’m fixed, fixed, fixed, nooo, they ain’t let me go, so I tripped, tripped, Tripped, and got my Ketamine fix,
I can feel it building up, fuse burning to it’s last inch,
I’m caught between feeling like I’m plastique and plastic.
Track Name: Infectious
(Infectious, I'm so infectious [Repeat X4])
Infectious, you’re witnessing a Nigga on some next shit,
Lemme bless this mic, and say something impressive,
Infectious, the text is, as hot as it’s hectic,
I’m not gonna stop tell the fans and the skeptics.(X2)

Still writing, still rhyming, kill verses, nice timing,
Skills murder, still grinding, ill verbals, still shining,
Love him or hate him, here I am, still standing,
Still ripping it to make ya sick enough to throw ya hands up,
I’m repping Canada, district Lo-City,
Spit so sickly, ain’t too many close to me,
So listen closely, witness my ferocity,
No strap, my knife will leave you fixed with a colostomy,
A shit bag, I drip swag, your lips lag,
So lick bag, you sick fags, you love how Nick brags,
I’m ready to blitz, never I miss shredding your bliss,
You blips are off my radar, you can never exist, desist,
Cause when I speak, it’ll hit you like a slug,
I addict you like a drug, so just stick to what you does,
Cause I stay a cut above, when a push becomes a shove,
You’ll see me grinding on the corner or just chopping in the club.

(Infectious, I'm so infectious [Repeat X4])
Infectious, you’re witnessing a Nigga on some next shit,
Lemme bless this mic, and say something impressive,
Infectious, the text is, as hot as it’s hectic,
I’m not gonna stop tell the fans and the skeptics.
Infectious, you’re witnessing a Nigga on some next shit,
Lemme bless this mic, and say something impressive,
Infectious, the text is, as hot as it’s hectic,
I’m not gonna stop tell the fans and the skeptics

I’m restless like a young Xzibit, so come get it,
I don’t stunt, I never front, and I’m blunt blitted,
It’s some sickness, this business which requires lung fitness,
And tongue twisting, I can’t wait til I say I won, bitches,
I’m done tripping, my son listens, to some writtens,
Where I scribbled that which should maybe be un-written,
I’m the one, the missing link, my tongue should be dipped in ink,
I run this so if you think you’re something, I’m tickled pink,
I rarely miss a thing I’m, never the first to blink, ---
They got theirs heads up their asses, that’s why their verses stink,
I say these dirty things, prince among these worthless kings,
They ain’t fit to open for me, they ain’t fit to serve my drinks,
My flow’s destruction, like a hurricane wind,
I play with devils stay infectious like a dirty syringe,
I’m in it to win, mixed breed, my lineage tinged,
I’ll make my black side proud, and my white-side cringe.

(Infectious, I'm so infectious [Repeat X4])
Infectious, you’re witnessing a Nigga on some next shit,
Lemme bless this mic, and say something impressive,
Infectious, the text is, as hot as it’s hectic,
I’m not gonna stop tell the fans and the skeptics.(X2)
Track Name: Evil Earth (Ft. Exit Only)
(Screamin', they got me screamin' out Evil Earth x6)
Uhh, they got me screaming for God,
Cause all I’m seeing are demons, how can we even the odds,
Uhh, this world is not on the level,
People are posing as angels I see they’re actually devils.

It’s too late, we’ve ignored everything that was prophesized,
Stood still like statues, then bitched when we fossilized,
Bitch for the fossil fuels, hate for the governments,
Fear for the future, the motherlands are motherless,
Icecaps are melting down, priests keep touching kids,
Planet’s in chaos, headed towards nothingness,
Worldwide suffering, physical and emotional,
Bleeding at a hospital? You’re lucky if they spoke to you,
Devil in the E.R., no OHIP, no hope for you,
Doctor’s too busy to cut the rope choking you,
What the fuck you s’posed to do, curl up and die,
Or get vilified when you try to fight to survive?
It’s never been what it’s perceived to have been, from the start,
-They blame it on the art, but the Devil’s in our hearts,
The Devil’s in the light, like the Devil’s in the darkness,
He dances in the streets, and sleeps in our apartments.

(Screamin', they got me screamin' out Evil Earth x6)
Uhh, they got me screaming for God,
Cause all I’m seeing are demons, how can we even the odds,
Uhh, this world is not on the level,
People are posing as angels I see they’re actually devils.

(Exit Only's Verse)

(Screamin', they got me screamin' out Evil Earth x6)
Uhh, they got me screaming for God,
Cause all I’m seeing are demons, how can we even the odds,
Uhh, this world is not on the level,
People are posing as angels I see they’re actually devils.

There’s evil in the pope’s eyes, Hell’s in the Holy water,
If we’re God’s kids, then we’re bastards to the Holy Father,
I’m sorry – I’ve felt no connection to heaven,
At least not in the conventional sense, since I was seven,
My faith has deadened from living through all of this place’s stresses,
The more that I search for answers, the more I keep asking questions,
Cause everywhere that I look I see evil creep in the shadows,
It seems that it will not sleep til the sheep become meat, like cattle,
I wonder what it’s like at the winning end of the battle,
The scales have been tipped, we may not prevail in this shit,
We been walking off the path, but the trail’s in the mist,
And everything in life is go, so we fail to desist,
And so we’ve merged the plain of Earth with the plain of Hell and the serpent,
We used to pray to the stars, now it’s star with a circle,
The earth is all electric we’re overloading the circuit,
We’ve lost the God connection, our finish is now for certain.

(Screamin', they got me screamin' out Evil Earth x6)
Uhh, they got me screaming for God,
Cause all I’m seeing are demons, how can we even the odds,
Uhh, this world is not on the level,
People are posing as angels I see they’re actually devils.
Track Name: Whisper to the Wind (Ft. Ladyface)
They wanna know how I do what I do, I speak truths,
And whisper to the wind hoping my pain speaks to,
You, and if you’re listening my mission is done,
Even if I’m only reaching to one,
They wanna know how I do what I do, I speak truths,
And whisper to the wind hoping my pain speaks to,
You, and if you’re listening my mission is done,
Even if I’m only reaching to one.

I shoot for the stars my future’s looking bright as the sun,
Cause my words are the knife used to shank life in the lungs,
I live to create, and more important, live what I say,
Never one to live in the past, man, I live for today,
Scream in my head mumble my speech, a man of extremes,
Tough guy when I’m awake, but I can’t handle my dreams,
And it seems, that the seam’s about to burst any second,
Cause my gift weighs upon me like a curse, any questions?
Yeah, why ain’t I made it, when, the way I play with, words,
Differs in a manner that is creative,
My heart’s in the pages, eternal life’s achieved,
Mama raised a hell-raiser now mom’s afraid of me,
He, who is I, only needs to succeed,
Cause to tell the truth, I’m weary of this living I lead,
Decisions I made, parlayed into visions I speak,
In Braille paint, it ain’t me if it isn’t unique.

They wanna know how I do what I do, I speak truths,
And whisper to the wind hoping my pain speaks to,
You, and if you’re listening my mission is done,
Even if I’m only reaching to one…

Sleep comes slow, not like speech comes to these drums flow,
My best dreams turn bad as the scenes unfold,
I can’t hide from my conscience, so he’s on hold,
I can’t hide from my monsters, or they’ll eat my soul,
With my tears in the soil, my seeds might grow,
To be proud of the way their dad, achieved my goals,
I continue to get better with each I wrote,
Of course I’m referencing these letters it is these I know,
So I sit and write and revise, and breathe hydro,
Take a second to close these eyes, and see my shows,
Plans I devise, so that like a breeze I blow,
I heard a whisper in the wind so to the breeze I spoke,
I told the story of my life but didn’t read from notes,
I shot the breeze, so to speak, and it eased my ghost,
I read from rote, the details, on these I dote,
Painting in Braille til my easel broke.