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Doodling crucifixes on prescription pads.
High enough to touch God. Religion in these miligrams.
Witchdoctor sinnerman, but his scriptures will heal a man.
Keep the devil outcha mind. Life pretty as a pentagram.
Land of the quick fix. Handful of amethyst bits. Get you your amulet fix.
What matter to you turn to cannibal food. Your errands is errant off rip.
Hint: “brother” is nothin but a name sometimes. That’s what I learned
in a land full of shrubs and handfuls of herb,
Where you can never tell if somebody handin you shatter or sherm
Where Whiteboy got his cash back after they raided his shooters and yay.
Meanwhile, my friend from the West Side in county tryna not catch him a fade.
Whiteness, supremacy, rage. Killin your idols, bless the remains.
Litter excuses. Pickin and choosin what we remember from back in the day.
You know...that Lacuna.
I watched these kids livin out their best years on computers.
People askin me the difference tween the dirt in the city and the burbs,
and really it’s just the distance from the front door to the curb.
Word
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I thought I was Pusha T: fitted straight with crooked teeth.
Adderall was bully feet: all the pounds it took to eat.
I thought I was Method Man...on my father’s dental plan.
Cures for my attention span aching in my head and hands.
I thought I was Beanie Sigel. Finger guns were desert eagles.
Rap game said, “We didn’t need you, false messiah: Jim Caviezel.”
I thought I was DMX. In therapy, releasin stress.
Had everything I’d need to get, my hairline packed with beads of sweat.
Never who I thought I was--just ADHD off the drugs.
Kids around me called my bluff: “Adam, you are NOT that tough.”
White as Hell, but fronted, though. Bought throwbacks with my mother’s dough.
Battle raps and stunted flows. I don’t miss my younger pose,
My face was off, my anger on. Closet full of Shady clothes.
All the spots I paid to go. Hated when I made it home,
Cuz where I’m from it’s white and whiter. Liquor cabinets. Swipin lighters
Like our problem’s higher prices. Stay-at-homes and 9-to-5ers.
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Lacuna,
released December 1, 2019
(A. Levin, A. Sigel-Bruse)
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