[verse 1]
in a perpetual state of existential crisis
I'm not the same as I used to be
i been growing my roots
i ain't growing my leaves
Seems I always come back to the same rhyme word
Sheep of the Shepard and king of the herd
Man fuck what you heard
long to join the birds/ up there
There's no words up there
there's no miscommunication
tried to leave my thoughts at the station
Destined to fail
always taking the trail
Watching the rail
longing for stasis
Habitually non-complacent
Literally just another stained head
Destined to walk this earth
Born by the air to return to the dirt
Earths just the womb of the dying
Birth me already to another place
Those that meditate hit the grave and they stay the same
Meditate
Hesitate
Hit the grave
Stay the same
often times meditation leads to hesitation
mind shift n change
hit the grave, in they end the same
this the lack of weight n health accompany
the lack of faith in self confronting me
i turn to wave to the past n its lost company away
This compilation from Echo World presents a dozen beatmakers delivering gently rhythmic songs that capture the spirit of the season. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2022