Rime and a Grin


Rise and then wait for the shine to begin
Dying’s a part of it all and time is its twin
So I hit the studio with a rime and a grin
No kind of chagrin, I’m just fine with a spin

Another languid day about the same as the previous
Shamefacedly, I’m staying chained to the media
Weeding the weakness out of this frame, cowardice, pain
Came clean, rearranged but the loudness remained
Now to the name, man I swear I thought it was original
Caught up into dissing then I saw that raw was digital
Promenades and visual vigils for all the candle lighters
Wax craters, wack rappers that act greater but lack flavor
Let the track labor over acres of painstaking
In this sweatbox, my feet stay pacing
Basing words upon pawned experience from years passed.
You’ve got something relevant? Let me hear that.
Then we near fact. That becomes intimidating.
The crack of drums and image fading, soon it’s into hating
Waiting, biding my time, ‘til time tells the truth
Genetically engineered son of next to sell the youth

Rise and then wait for the shine to begin
Dying’s a part of it all and time is its twin
So I hit the studio with a rime and a grin
No kind of chagrin, I’m just fine with a spin

Under stress and tons of duress, it’s all imaginary
Feeling trapped and buried, obligated to act contrary
A lung black canary coughing up pieces of coal
Miners asleep as the cars creep, weak in the soul
The old beach is patrolled, retirees hire thieves
Sly pariah creeds find debris, mindless sweep
Sleek and weak in the knees, seeking glock opportunity
Met chaos with hatred and walked off with unity
I’ve got photos of friends from a trip that was made
New shoes, In n Out burgers, different arrays
So I’ll flashback a bit, you can listen away
Go and ask if it’s bliss and I’ll sit and appraise
And say, you’re damn right, I had a ball and then some
So I took this AO beat with a voice and then I dent drums
Friends have been bugging me to visit and I finally listened
So here is my life, minus revision

Rise and then wait for the shine to begin
Dying’s a part of it all and time is its twin
So I hit the studio with a rime and a grin
No kind of chagrin, I’m just fine with a spin

I’m into fat raps, I’ve got no faith for the thinning
The fans lazily spinning, I'm awake and the day is beginning
taking a minute to scribble some bits of it to remember it by
too busy living my own life to be the inventor of lies, rendering blight
just giving vocal venom to trembling mics, appendages tight
taking aim at a goal after I get it in sight
With great care, I edit it right then I rinse repeat
With these two hands-my only interest in the industry
If i can't make it with talented producers and friends
I know I'll lose in the end
Batter voyeurism, paparazzi bruising the lens
Who can defend relentless sentences like this?
Too many thoughts fly swift, man, I’m hurting the psychics
They’ve got me rocking foil hats
So they can’t hear my unrecorded yet to be written straight up destroyer raps
All that and a ploy attached
To have you listening to song craft
Not another bong blast
Former Son of Zadok
Now holding it down for my city, Fort Wayne hops
Far from a weeded cook, you can win the bake off
And stay soft as hard poses become the format
You’re married to an image, but follow it up with a divorce stat

Rise and then wait for the shine to begin
Dying’s a part of it all and time is its twin
So I hit the studio with a rime and a grin
No kind of chagrin, I’m just fine with a spin