[Verse 1]
Writing rhymes with a heavy heart
Lightened the load with time, well, so it would seem
Less burdens, less people around is what it means
Some days I just leave on my own, nowhere to go
But wherever my errant mind will point me
Pensive as I pass through the public parks
Where Africans keep harrassing you, "want some to spark?"
Keep your celery to yourself, prob'ly laced the bag
With seeds and stems to increase weight for profit
Ignore the attempted sale and keep walking
Lately no music's needed when on the move
Though empty conversation in trains
Is a fucking pain in the rectum, watching people
Sit there catatonic stare into a screen
And the kids are seen as a distraction, getting cursed out
For just wanting affection... damn...
Ever seen men ramble, in a language so crude
Even to them it's not meant to be understandable?
Shabby coats carry ethanol fumes
Perm clown nose on, facial lines are canyons too
I look into eyes, it seems life left them
And blame is a relay baton passed to the next man
The gender war is still on, and it grows colder
Yet when the hurt surfaces, dirt gets thrown and
Bones get picked, is the answer really feminism?
Or just a reversal of tides?
Wherever there is hurt, there's pride
Practice self-affirmation all you want, make sure not to worship a lie
You told yourself to blank out the darkness inside
Or don't, whatever y'all, do what you want
I think it's sad when I can't let my feelings be known
Over somebody's dishonesty, projected onto me
Shows we all are further than we think from maturity
And still have to face and conquer our insecurities
Healing is in order, when I'm 'bout to meet with friends
I visualize the good times upon us
The thought alone got me through days of strife
And two years of being single, damn, time does fly
Seems like I passed the station I was 'bout to get off at
Just one stop, no problem, I'll walk back
Where I'm headed, just me and the tarmac
Iron chains from a rim, I drop the rucksack
Extract the Molten ball, shoot, miss completely
Need to get some practice in as it seems
Dribble one step left, take one step back
Release, been doing this move since I was thirteen
45 minutes later, grab a snack, thinking about
Sitting on the Golden Sands, with the folks
I wouldn't be doing these records without
Peace to the fam, suddenly greeted by a person
I haven't spoken in years, nice to see you again
Where you going? Just clearing my head, you know how it is
Laughs are exchanged, I'm on my way back to the crib
Sun's still out, tea on the stove
Gotta finish this song, just a day in my life
In the city of Berlin, broken down in three minutes, I'm gone...
Peace.
credits
from Close... Yet Far (EP) 2014,
track released December 21, 2014
Music: Bradata (BRD) & SP Diplomata
Lyrics & vocals: Concrete Cee
Mix & master: SPESprod / SP Diplomata
Recorded at Studio Funk Berlin
Recording engineer: Andy Schlegel
Mixing & mastering engineer: SP Diplomata / SPESprod
Cover art concept: Bradata (BRD) & SP Diplomata
Graphic design & photography: Denitza Kirilova
Support: Trip-Hop Laboratory
Managed & produced: Bradata (BRD) & SP Diplomata
