AUG'22 Lyrics

أَعُوْذُ بِاللّٰهِ مِنَ الشَّيْطٰانِ الرَّجِيْمِ

Barely 21 me and little bro

Barely kids, barely grown

New house, barely home

Underground, barely known

Stitching up my sleeve again but these wounds barely sewn

Flirting with the pen again but this ink it barely flows

She the last thing that I remember vividly

Rich imagery my pockets broke and my mind smoked

Dusting off my brushes often I give 'em my best stroke

Hands stretched to God try'na remember the Alamo

My mind slipping and stumbling falling out of place

And I'm try'na keep it together for who's sake?

Feeding baby nigga dreams

Weaning off the nicotine

I need to see my niggas eat but off of who's plate?

August always feel like Leos and tigers and bears

Tension headaches and my vision is slightly impaired

Weakened connection to my roots I tug at my hair

Snipped at the ends and snapped ties and barely cared

The stakes raising, the brakes fraying, morale straying

The kids playing, but we stayed in, the yard vacant

A Sanctuary with no table for bread breaking

A room and bed but with no safety for head laying

My heart aching now take a look at what jaded made me

A womanizer, but is she the one to lay faith in?

My circle smaller, OG faded, my friends spacing

I'm riding solo screaming 'Dub K, the new Xay playing

Leg up on the seat like ma dukes when she drive

Laboring to eat hoping my fruit never dies

I teeter 'tween grounded and flying off the handle

Light the candle utter prayers that the juice never dries

But what happens when the takes are no longer therapeutic?

What happens when my faith is no longer in the music, huh?

Creativity dead, this not a song it's just a nigga

Bleeding shit out his head, try'na flow, fuck it nigga

R.I.P. Nate

'Dub K