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allone (usa) – this is for lyrics

this is for those who drop money in the tip jar
and love in the hugs that have helped me get this far

this is for y’all who’re leaning against the wall
too squeamish to talk, and get the meaning of songs

this is for those that take the time to say i spoke to them
and helped to dull a broken edge with something that my poem said

playing this trashy club or ratty pub
i don’t get that cafe love from nasty drunks, sad enough
they can’t keep up so they p-ss me up, uncanny huh?
gnarled into wretched darkness
with a carving board of pen and parchment
particles of pleasure parted
these tardy tourists tend to tarnish
when farming for affection’s farfetched
cause i’m largely more than petty garments
and smart when every sentence started
so i’m a starving for attention artist:
i demand supply! yeah it’s fine if they’re the placid type
but they’re too quiet, or only dance and imbibe
i’m saddened by it, looking out into the crowd
scan the night, and the fact is, right: there’s a “bar code”:
these numbers only fancy lines that are black and white
feeling miserable after i play a bar or party scene
spitting wisdom while they chatter blatantly ignoring me
cause i’m not your typical rapper, cliche beats and forced esteem
i’ve reached my pinnacle after days and weeks of quarantine
so i can’t be cynical when reacting in response to the
whimsical distracted lames who breed despondency
it’s a privilege having the stage to speak the thoughts we think
my fan-base is minimal but they’re family and quality
plus what’s critical in my artistry are the same individualistic properties
that consistently make it hard for me to relate to the ridiculous majority

this isn’t for the sheep disinterested in wool gathering
we shoot for the moon while you’re distracted by the wolf howling

this is for kids who enjoy when a book’s challenging
who took hours to read lyrics i put out on sheets

this is for fans of me, who care for me, we’re family
we’re all-one, hold a hand and breathe bonded candidly

y’all keep raising the roof, ’til you’re breaking it through
making the stage into houston, the pa into boosters
and since i appreciate them, i’ll prove it by
taking the few supporters i made with this music
soaring straight out the roost towards the craters and dunes
on the porous face of the moon to course away from this ruse!
major tom to ground control, play my songs you found my soul
you may respond with sounds of hope, to make a bond without the rope
most hip-hop critics typically bark wishin’ me to stick with
traditional influence bumping trunk style since i just
branch out betwixt the underground they think i’m leaving
the roots weirdly considering instruments and singing bits
meanwhile musicians quip i ought to quit
the intricate spitting quick. continuously
pushing “rock” like they’re sisyphus
all this seems ridiculous, i’m sick of it
first and foremost simpletons i’m a lyricist
and i’ve solely allegiances to the envisioned scripts
i’m in love with penning, alright enough already
interesting how i customize everything so none of it’s customary
through months of sweating a couple sketchy weak performances
i come to getting open love from many locked within my key audience
i keep pouring this heart into the bubbling recipe of unique formulas
to uncover ecstasy from this witches steaming cauldron mix
okay sure, i guess i’ve a niche of microscopic width
it’s not the response you get, its all how you respond to it
if you’re lost and confused, to offer the truth
i sort of am too, so endurance ensues
as i record in the booth, its immortalized proof
of me talking to you to -ssure and improve
and ensure that the wounds of us all will be soothed
for me performing this music is more therapeutic than sports or the booze is
all of y’all are my muses, i hope that it’s mutual this pure grat-tude
for the owners of ears this is pouring into, it’s an honor to do

this is four; syllables in the term“appreciate”
for all of you who’ve seen me play
i love you and you keep me sane

this is four; words, my wrists read to then p-ss on
to give peace amidst bad parts, “live easy and laugh hard”

this is four; letters, “love” i have it for each of those
i manage to reach through poems elaborate speeches know
my practicin’ preachin prose, is grat-tude, peace lets grow

- allone usa lyrics

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