He’s the runt of the litter the hunters should miss.
Stunning and sick, drunk from a sip, grungy and lit,
Magician with a jury of gods judging his tricks,
and a bucket of colorful raps he dumps til it drips.
Spendin two percent of his time funny and quick,
until the laughter dies as fast as his crumbling wit.
Mumbles in loops, touchy and pissed,
pretendin he isn’t really as fragile as a crumb in a fist.
Parents buttonin lips, hushed mum as a crypt,
He’s barely gotten enough upper body muscle to lift
the grub from his dish. Smiles, but in his stomach’s a kick,
that he’s a fingertip away from bein hungry and hit.
His writing hand grindin, and his hustle adrift.
Almost thrown offroad by the bumps in the bricks.
Crooked eyes buggin out, mouth mutters and spits,
knowin his heart’s healthiest when his blood isn’t thick.
HOOK (x2):
I know we need to talk about it,
but everytime I see you it’s too far to walk around it.
So I caved and wrote a song about it,
Feelin like I’m too weak to be strong about it.
Love’s thicker than blood. Ask if I miss em,
I grin at the memory of what ignorance was.
A missin puzzle piece ages eleven and up:
actual change isn’t just “different enough.”
...Fallen family tree stripped to the stump
I’m a chip from the trunk.
Self-portrait drawn with a stick in the mud.
Delicate bonds could get ripped with a tug--from kisses and hugs to winces and shrugs.
Nostalgia stings, but I blitzed it when buzzed,
and questioned every road to riches the Michelins touched.
Slipped in the cut. Stunk of luck, fillings and rust.
“I can’t stop loving you,” said the wheel to the rut.
Building boundaries--like a million a month.
Needed a minute to chill so I pivoted and dipped from the dust.
What I’m feeling is deeper than bitterness, but
it’s still inked in its stencil and licked with its brush.
HOOK (x2)
credits
from ceenick,
released December 4, 2020
(A. Levin, J. Shered)
This album is an impressive feet of writing and sound design. Kill sets such an incredible mood throughout the record, and the writing is consuming, reflective, full of dark humor, and the weight of life. Easily one of favorite albums to drop this year. Bloodmon$y Perez
Steeped in cool-tone sounds that nod to ’90s greats Tribe, Gang Starr, and Souls of Mischief, this record channels the spirit of the Chicago everyman, propping up the notion that true power belongs to the people. Roberto Johnson