(Verse)
The youth feel trapped without havin' done a bid in prison, so they start talkin' like Rakim to let the rhythm hit 'em, the voice o' poetry opens the individualism, mixin' optimism with cynicism, knowledge transformed into wisdom, over time, as we open eyes, open minds, 'causin' polarizin' positions, which leads to indecision in a system which isn't forgivin', kids are singin', wishin' people would listen to their opinions, so many choices, voices lost in the hustle and bustle, it's a struggle to pop the bubble, and to think, when you were younger, bubbles are what you blew, parents are what you drew, now you feel constricted by the two, a victim of your youth, I remember growin' up, I felt if I was old enough, people would care a lot more about what I was holdin' up, like here it is, acknowledge it, as you come of age you feel caught within two sides of the pull like a moderate, the politics, the negative and the positive, the things your friends do and the way you wanna live, questionin' things like whether or not God exists, agnostic kids, pessimists and optimists, disagreements about morals and consequence, kids in colleges, activists and partiers, beers, choosin' careers, and lots o' things, it's a back and forth like bargainin', relationships can breed love fools like the Cardigans, when their heart has been targeted, screw it up and start again, move on in life, and revise your priorities, separate from those imposed by your authorities, so all the good times and the mistakes we live with, help us to grow and go make a difference, we all learn, 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