Don't we look the same tonight
Don't we feel the same, it's alright
Ain't no shame to hiding your face
From these angry winds, that sweep this scape
Don't we look the same tonight
Don't we feel the same, it's alright
Ain't no shame in hiding your taste
From these frigid nights, under this pale place
So tired, confined
To space inside
Day and night
Between these sides
Inside these minds
These brightened fights
These loving rights
And ether sights
The broken might
I use to write
I used to write
For chanting sprites
These shadows quite
Unfurled by white
These quiet plights
Unheard by knights
Unknown to what the nomads run from
Burdened minds they've undone young
Burned by passion, chilled by ashen
Payed their ransom, the handsome sum of
Love and hate and tired eights
At last, though late
This tired face
Has crushed the past
Im free at last
Im free at last
At last ive passed
Across this land
Across this sweeping sand
Across this land
In search of fertile grounds
Across this empty night
With nothing more than the moon light
Across this night
I wanna get lost in what we found
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023