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I might not ever be famous what else is new,
Because with every rising of the
sun I feel my shelter lose,
Pieces of myself shelved wishing I could delve in use,
But if I’m compelled to spell truth no bells will ring firm,
My heart beats out my chest’s
spark under sleeved burns,
I ’ma dressed scar under siege running
360’s as if under me the ring’s wormed,
I ‘ma beast breathing peaceful
into ears no deceit heard,
Each piece full though adds a
glow to diseased herds,
So it’s best to pray to Priapos if you
strayed from fields,
Get caught in the fence if too dense
to contain the yield,
Because they’ll be no laymen’s terms or
footnotes for translation,
Or bland statements because this
is abstract no retraction or demand pasted,
I am brand basic you can over stand
with a stance substandard on any scanned station….
As the world turns we see it all,
As the world turns we breathe it in,
As the world turns we life,
As the world turns….
I see the reality of a critics hold,
Judgment supersedes what’s objective
when you pitch cold,
Though I never wince slow this son of
Solomon has thick bones,
So if your trigger finger lingers leave it
or fall on the quick chrome,
16 in a mag but true assassins need one shot,
Why it’s Art of War principles when my
syllables are casted on one block,
That’s hotter than a sip from the River Styx,
So don’t obey your thirst when this spittle quits,
My flesh protects the burn lifting
the flames you pit against,
I spin the phlegm ,
For those injecting gifts but sitting
with veins stretched and a sinner’s itch,
You can change the science but
it’s the viles that gives us the bitter end….
As the world turns we see it all change,
As the world turns we feel it all through pain,
As the world turns we know that life will be,
As the world turns….
I asked God for patience so he showed his hand,
Progression on hold and with all the call logs
low seemed even my folks focus clammed,
So I was left with these poems to perform
in empty rooms with open stance,
Lonely hoping to soon unload but with
only the pages to know the growth I planned,
Scribbled syllables signing my insecurities
as the time spanned off,
2 years gone and my timed span cross,
Between much needed and fears that I
might run my aligned fans off,
Feeling like even my best friends are tired of
watching my fire dim though I try to give them insight,
I’d be a liar if my eyes haven’t spied those
posed prior holding new squires on their gift line,
Because one of my closest just tried to tie
the knot and I didn’t get an invite,
That’s difficult but dealt with in this penning strand,
Though it’s hard to feel belittled and still live
in the image of the bigger man….
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I’m inspired both by those who battle to trace,
the realness you have to find as you align w/ what's reality based,
you can check the facts kind of boring amongst the listed truth,
because I’ve only lived one story and that's the one I’m sticking to,
here to give you the images from the picnic bench to the pigeon stoup,
and maybe you too can see the world we live in w/ a different truth,
or you can find the image you've been living w/ is a different you,
it all appears though your peers tend to threaten the cost,
and you'll view those who will fuel or be fools when you're ready to launch,
I’ve become steady w/ probably cause,
this world is dangerous so strange enough as it sounds I’m probably armed,
it's you that has to decide if you need to start palming the gauze,
because my injuries are surface deep yours could be harder to solve....
I need to get this all off my chest,
I need to get this all off,
I need to get this all off,
I need to get this all off of my chest....
I need to get it all off,
because all the things I love in this world I’ve treated all wrong,
all because I didn't have the strength to bury the hatch,
so now I have to be exact on a path most would feel too scared to match,
owe 1000 words of regret and my text might fall short,
but in the end all of them are called for,
because all that you think I am I’m half the vision it's been all forced,
by the burdens that I’ve placed while pretending to chase,
love because right when I grasped it I still haven't mended the rates,
in which I hold truth to those who deserve transmission,
so I stand a different version of myself in a stance where the words stand missing,
trying to grow until my form solves the stalls of sins,
crying hidden tears hoping that somehow I’m forgiven for all of it....
I need to get this all off my chest,
I need to get this all off,
I need to get this all off,
I need to get this all off of my chest....
I need to get this all off my chest,
I need to get this all off,
I need to get this all off,
I need to get this all off of my chest....
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Off work while most of you are still asleep,
Feeling weak back hurting need that healing sleep,
This is my night time ironic because because the sun is on the rise,
Walk outside and feel a new vibe wild because the sun is on my eyes,
Another long night at work another dollar earned,
A little blue because I know that all this work has my collar burned,
Light a cigarette let my system get right w/ the air,
Know I’m living well so I’m rushing home the drive is a scarse,
5 minutes run just around the pavement’s proof,
But this morning I’m feeling anxious so I make it in 2,
Hoping as I open the door there’s no mistaking the view,
My wife and son beautiful in their rest I smile at the look,
And right before they wake up I put some rhymes in the book,
All the lines I thought up while working the graveyard plight,
So happy to have arrived it’s just another in the life….
It’s just another day in the life (life),
Just another day in the light (light),
Just another day into night (night),
Just another day in the life (life)….
No time to lose so I brew her coffee in the pot,
Turn on the news just to catch how the lottery is locked,
Think for a second what I could do w/ a line of the image,
Sitting on millions funny knowing I’ll never buy me a ticket,
Knowing the day is long so I’m aligned w/ the time that is given,
And w/ God as my guide it’s my grind that’s submissive,
I’ve been patiently absorbing now every morning I save my grasp,
For that pen I can use to retrace the past,
Kiss her goodbye and maybe take a nap,
Though I rarely sleep w/ a mind framed w/ facts,
Grab a quick meal something to hold me before I hit the streets,
Errands to run bills to pay new deals to reach,
Running loose in the fields because my dues are steep,
And though they show up I know there’s those that assume defeat,
I’m left staggering though I rise when containing my plight,
Reliving each moment of clarity changed to apply,
To me it’s just another day in the life….
It’s just another day in the life (life),
Just another day in the light (light),
Just another day into night (night),
Just another day in the life (life)….
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My penning is pertinent permanently pure in present tense,
Per-fect in a sense earned cents in cyphers most of these idols couldn’t circumvent,
There’s a certain stretch to vitals when I service what these clowns rock outside the circus tent,
Because it seems herbs are etched,
As enemy soldiers but even all grown up they act like they haven’t heard of CES,
So I’ll handle light weights send em to their end till just an urn is left,
Incinerate w/ flows that’ll burn till crips have no choice but to walk on a surface red,
Though I’m more for promoting what’s proportionate to those caring to feel right of earnest coffins,
I put words to submerge sermons dealed in the verbal gospel,
You push weight for scrill and if that’s real serve it honest,
Because the false are crowned soft when revealed to curve the topics,
I’ll make them forget their consent for healed content like early onset,
And though I play the field w/o a burly thermal on deck,
In dead winter I’m the bread winner I carry the Bills like Thurman Thomas,
Stack rhymes I clock time like a workaholic,
Each punch line timed for the working process,
Plus I reloaded my flows just for those who swore I performed as a work in progress,
Give me some beats and a couple weeks I’ll make a worthy project,
Make it more than worth what you’ll purch when conserving options,
I’ll make you see the light w/o a look preserve your optics,
Keeps word in reserve just to help you reword your concepts,
Let the reverb turn what you’ve previously learned to mush,
Because my verses precede what you preheat when you burn the kush….
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to educate em these days gotta make em learn extra firm,
so every time I 187 the beat it’s like Russian Roulette ruger set for extra turns,
because this game has changed instantly there’s a stable effect,
what used to take consistency is framed in days to impress,
songs soft as quilt filler and blogged for blanketed press,
though those w/ firearms walking in the room are still frauds formed from jaded respect,
filing fiction these crime fests aren’t draped in the depths,
take a step crossed w/ my vest off so they know not to aim for my chest,
diagram the blueprint,
for my impending doom in loose print for those who lose wit,
leave the channeling frayed as the flames grow from candles lit to reduced wicks,
pull the gas lines from their last rhymes till the fumes stick,
from my pocket pull a loose Bic,
to light a Newport while I’m in the center of the room stiff,
and right as the boom clicks you can retreat while natural selection is performed,
as shots are fired from renegades who take no exceptions to the form,
my seed will be the new leader of those confessing oppression has conformed,
and my impression will keep the message in his core,
so he’ll be on his way to the stage grenades in hand when accepting my awards….
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now i've always been the type to grind,
though my 9 to 5 is more like a 12 to 9,
i'm trying to fend for my peeps eating the tenderest cheese,
and still live in the image of what's expected for each,
role that i play because there's a different hat that i hold every day,
so there's no time to be prone to mistakes because there's no one to blame, (but me)
and still i'm shooting for the stars from deep hoping those sleep will notice my range,
because this last year i had to learn to arrange thoughts and focus the strain,
w/ no more writing to the sounds of the night,
in my pocket for the first time which coincides w/ my countering rise,
still in this city success is iffy you can count the divide,
on one hand w/ the other tied behind tracks,
no politics i keep all the silent calls tied behind backs,
no ties if passion was a caption mine you'd find in all caps,
plus my inspiration is facts don't need to falsify to fall flat,
because there’s a greater design if I can just gather the elements formed,
though it feels like there’s heaven in the clouds I know there’ll too be hell in the storm….
take a shot of this mix it w/ a Georgia Peach,
sip a little bit of this till your lips can form to drink,
cock back your head in perfect form and breathe,
deep while the truth serum puts you all to sleep....
i've been at this since i was an at risk,
youth now i don't need an atlas to pass you truth,
and i'm aligned with love,
tuck rhymes bright enough for the blind to touch,
it's my assignment to grip mics and faulter waves,
no false display only here to hault the shame,
because some claim conditioning as the culprit to not resolve the pain,
i know struggle but i know i'm tough enough to dissolve the blame,
though who i am and was are in a place to never be called the same,
putting progression in the forefront till my form was forced up,
now i'm up penning something for you to possess before lunch,
correcting your stress w/ the scores to reform the course rushed,
nothing pacifist i'm packing fists for the sore luck,
leave the fake in plastic bags and making it happen,
replacing the passive w/ passion till placement is active....
take a shot of this mix it w/ a Georgia Peach,
sip a little bit of this till your lips can form to drink,
cock back your head in perfect form and breathe,
deep while the truth serum puts you all to sleep....
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Nothing ever stays the same,
Different stress and the tension you can’t always cut w/ a razorblade,
Though I’m out here still trying to make a way,
Wake up thinking of every move I have to make a day,
Taking that basic flow and making it flame,
Getting easier with every take because all it takes is a page,
Been through a lot a lot of which I’ll take to my grave,
Articles of my soul each 4/4 is an intervention,
Addicted to lines each rhyme is my intervention,
So every time that I’m in a session,
I let it all pour out of my veins,
Never let myself form out of my lane,
Though sometimes I watch the competition play and feel out of the game,
Until I let my writtens gather in my 3rd eye lens and spill out of my brain,
Can’t blame those out for the fame though we’re not powered the same,
I see it all by the hour how the weak grow sour over chains….
This is for those that feel like nothing ever changes,
Those making something out of nothing because nothing keeps em reigned in,
When the rain spits and the storm brews over your heads,
You hate to feel alive when the structure is dead….
See every critic knows the code from past views of the sound so now lines are cold tucked,
Because every emcee thinks they can open shows w/ candy bars and charge as the gold’s clutched,
It’s why everyone’s looking in the corner waiting on the order to go dunce,
Because I’ve paid dues most of these dudes still need to go dutch,
Seeds planted now I’m standing under the old brush,
Standing tall plus the flows grown to cashews so now I ’ma go nuts,
No lay off but in this layout you get the vibe of the playoffs only sure shots no bunts,
So blunt for all herbs w/ no blunts,
To figure out how to go hard or hold crumbs,
Bc there’s much from those who render speech w/ tender gloves just to boast in booths,
I never toast I just sever leads rendered from luck to reproach the truth….
This is for those that feel like nothing ever changes,
Those making something out of nothing because nothing keeps em reigned in,
When the rain spits and the storm brews over your heads,
You hate to feel alive when the structure is dead….
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The 1st part of the Poet At Heart collection is a set of audio journal entries delving into the life of MilkDrop. Encompassing the raw emotions, struggles, and celebrations that occured throughout the two year process of creating these albums. D Sides, eventually evolved and created a cohesive synopsis of that time frame all while holding an introspective vibe.. Sparking its' own identity separate from the upcoming Poet At Heart LP, D Sides, holds an underlying story of life, love, and self reflection in just seven songs. Solidified in the message is the fact that there is a poet inside of all of us.
released December 24, 2011
Recorded and Mixed By Tyler Anderson.
Mastered By Royce Diamond.
Art and Design By Sean Minor for MinorMakesWork.
Sequenced By Approach for The Eudora Jane Xperience.
Photography By Sammi Kelly and TheLozano.
