(Verse)
Jaded by the mainstream, most tracks pathetic, I'll write by candlelight and wax poetic, and I don't wanna work a nine to five, I'd rather listen to hip hop from '95, my heart's a printing press, ink flows through my veins, I melt down rocks, drip coal into flames, I view reality with an embryonic wonder, the true mentality that'll send me off to hunger and starve in the desert, a star in the center shines down, I'm just a spec that's caught in the specter, hoping for the fame, that holds me in the chains, the image is beautiful but supposedly inane, no compromisin' goals, all the while soaked in sweat, wakin' up in traumatizing modes, the gift was forsaken, misplaced in hatred, facin' turmoil while I sit in a basement, crude oil that was lifted and placed in a pump that sucks bucks, sift through and waste it, opportunities passed by, missed from complacence, fell asleep to avoid it, tricked by the Matrix, the force is weak, I travel to the dark side, distorted speech, I battle with a lost pride, life feels lamer than a paraplegic, I might feel greater if I dare to speak it, and rap it, and grab it before it breaks away, it's tragic when passion is torn and drained from brains, my mind is racing like a high speed chase, I try to change things but I might be late, too late, too much weight on my shoulders, my soul is cold as the lake when the temperature reaches subzero, but I just wanna be with my heroes, man
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024