raindrops on m yhood
but when i listen
i dont hear the rain
I just hear records hissin
you spoke of virtue
they spoke over you
dystopian as a popes views
On Fallopian tubes
Poverty’s the mother of crime
the afterbirth is
Vapid rap verses
Kids grasp at
like Catholic Churches
passive worship
Of Capitalist wordsmiths
messiahs In The
Back of Black Cadillac hearses
God son said
All he Needed is One Mic,
that made me feel
like stained glass in the sun light
spoke in tongues
over drum patterns
since thumbs on
automatic gun hammers
had nuns scatter
disaster detractors
distractin the pastors
one with the son
the shunned n unflatterin
so if your lookin for me
ima be
with the pushers and the hookers and thieves
Philly producer with a notable list of clients drops self-released rap album that's heavy on the soul and jazz flavor. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2015