Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Purchasable with gift card
$1USD or more
about
Produced by me
Mixed/Mastered by me
Cover art by quinnconrad on instagram
Niggas try to walk beside me and fall
Death be lingerin
Tounge tighten up when I talk
Lungs be tinglin
My shadow test my patience then dip
My conscience shrink again
I have a lackadaisical limp
Look at the state im in
Im cautious of the words off ya lips
I don't trust ya creds
I'm timid like the scars on my flesh
I don't take my meds
My cousin image popped in my head
I couldn't comprehend
It hurt to hear her name off my lips
My wound be openin
Corrupted like that beer in my fridge
The voices whisperin
My stomach touch the cage of my ribs
I need some sustenance
Reminiscent thoughts of my gramps
That im caught up in
They tell me put some pep in my step
But my footin trash
I stored some happiness in my shirt
I had to make it last.
This song is off my upcoming album "Scarred lungs" which will release sometime next year!
This album is really personal and explores some dark things that have been going on in my life as of late.
The album is also going to be very experimental so I advise you to please have an open mind <3
This new EP from producer Fil Jackson will thrill fans of underground hip-hop with its dense atmospherics & a feature from rapper Lungs. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2023