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cups
02:09
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I hate we lost calibration’s off Ancient flaw
Brotha you play the jig I’m the saw
Live from this ancient curse I’m just trynna see it solved
Wed action with desire match the dialogue with walk
My throat chakra tired from the talk to I can relate
Dap the fam across the ocean that’s the mandem w/ the gang
Black Power can’t include calling sisters out they name
All I’m saying the counter arguments sound like you lame
In the spot smacked, tense overthinking where I’m at lost a lot trynna gain just a little of it back, I might have to let it go so I can function, interact with the blessings that’s ahead one day gotta give em back life is that, a canvas and we out to make a splash
Never block ya abundance careful worshipping this cash
These soul contracts been looking ass, how long this supposed to last I guess until this dark age is past
We gotta break the curse tho
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mirror
02:13
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Tired of sick and tired swing the sickle like I’m grim
Looking in the mirror for creation I am them same as all in below relation so above and I ain’t even building on the rim
These hymns on the water that we was wading through they had us landlocked couldn’t swim in them city pools
You lost it but turn back on like working faucets
I swear mom dukes was lowkey auset
That’s bigger pressure levers we pull often
My namesake Man of victory
So even when I fail by that measure god, it’s supreme
You was searching box logos nigga I was free
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itrw wtr
02:11
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Heisman proximity please
Niggas is walking round with wounds that you can’t even see
Swallowing anger and despair of what was and could be
But you wasn’t mine to have back to cutting my teeth
Finding a balance between growth and this grief
Niggas is wolves most the time check ya past when she free
Dap you up or retweet like your shit on IG
When I’m alone it blurs the line between awake and asleep
Not chasing for sheep
Frigidly familiar with the anger and the angst
Disdain for myself and certain choices that I made
I don’t see no competition just my niggas in they pain
I’m the same, paralysis from fear of what will change it don’t make a lick of sense but here I am in this city where anything disguised as virtuous is really gritty fam
I’m just saying that to say ain’t shit here pretty man
Don’t get caught lacking acting like a idjiot
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out of breath
01:44
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Skin dry face itching during morning affirmations in the west
Manifestations of the worst and the best
Secrets in the chamber divine visitations
to the flesh
Babalawo want my money and my rest and my sanity
Marijuana smoke for the regrets
Me and Lil Sis is all that’s left
Brain process different off Tourette’s
Out to bear my soul fuck who best
Another wound open in the chest
Where my heart really used to be nonetheless
Shoulders brick hard off the stress
On my nerves like guitar strings mf you just fret way too much about what’s said
Dua fi kemetiu that’s blessed
Ifa know the way knows the steps
Either way I step it’s a trek
Shirt wet stumbling pineal gland blocked my lungs outta breath
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I’m getting high by myself
I’m getting by by myself
I’m telling lies to myself
By myself
If the wisdom could reach like digits wasn’t ethereal
Maybe that’s rush through my conscious and turn imperial
Coloring every choice and reaction immaterial to consequential
Son keep that non sense clear of you
And stay alert, hustle wit ya brain muscle nigga stay at work
Recognize to my narrative that’s what I’m worth
At least to y’all outside of me
Congratulations like a cancer to armory
Rather keep the shell hard demeanor brick fear of what would penetrate
Connections denigrate with the fading tensions
Look ahk get out my mentions
Golden guilded tongue twistings in the rapped venting that’s just style for the shit a nigga scared to mention in everyday conversations with the still pretending
I’m sick of it till the very pit of my big stomach
Still thumbing my small nose at all the fibs running
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isolation
02:27
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Isolation isolating tearing apart
Thousand darts in the heart
Sweat and blood in the art
Promise I’m not pops
That mean I won’t depart
No matter how depressed a nigga gone get we going far
I ain’t stranded just trynna see something
If imma hunt when imma need something
No I don’t need nothing
Heavy be the frown I was born with aye
Y’all Cant leave me if I stay alone with me
Born with a broken heart so imma ask you stay away
I ain’t tell you but you bro actually sad everyday
I feel bad everyday
Fuck I’m mad everyday
Soap and water where it stains
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