Water Child

by Plainspoke

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released December 3, 2012

A big thanks to Drake, for telling it like it is.

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Track Name: All I Hear
This is an iteration of a song I wrote in 2010. But it turns that song on it's head.

HOOK:
All I hear is motherfuckers
fucking each other on the fucking phone
All I hear is bitches
bitching about other bitches while they sitting at home
All I hear is these little kids listening
to the global grid
With nothing to tell them what's different
Ask them what their symbol is

V1:
I don't listen to the news
I don't read the paper
watch it move
what's it gonna do
when you need a taper?
how you gonna lose
how you gonna win
when everything is just another symbol limb
I'm simple too
but don't believe my simple rules
dump on me
dump on you
nobody listens for the truth
only listen for the proof
to put in
I'm talking to the room and talking to the pudding
They tell me to move
but I don't listen
dropping bombs on bonds
I don't give in
I'm a long since gone shot
I don't live in my songs, caught
I live in a single word
it's plainspoke and I'm on the verse
don't diss other rappers
I'm pissed and I'm plastered
say what I want
only question looking backwards
and what comes after

HOOK:
All I hear is motherfuckers
fucking each other on their fucking phones
All I hear is bitches
bitching about other bitches while they sitting at home
All I hear is these little kids listening
to the global grid
With nothing to tell them what's different
Ask them what their symbol is

V2:
I don't listen to people around me
everyone says something
got something to say about drowning
don't criticize rap music
it's a hard craft, takes skill
I'm making music
I'm invested, practice every day
but still I'm just electives
I'm four years away from mastering my alphabet
not sure if I'll make it
or make an outfit out of deaf
I'm death-inspired
in spite of all this fire in my chest
I'm tired
but gotta keep climbing to my best
There was an infinite horizon above my bed
I tried to climb but fell onto the best
I'm on my last dime, all the accounts are emptied
on account of investing myself in sounds a plenty
I can live but I can't make a living
barely floating kicking and I'm hoping
I can catch a drift and go with the wind where ever it's blowing
but I know it's

HOOK:
All I hear is motherfuckers
fucking each other on their fucking phones
All I hear is bitches
bitching about other bitches while they sitting at home
All I hear is these little kids listening
to the global grid
With nothing to tell them what's different
Ask them what their symbol is

V3:
Bridge the gap between verse and bridge and gap in teeth
I'm mapping streets, got a degree in geography
don't speak
(breathe)
Listen again I'm tipping intent
the dimple is dense
a pin ful of tense
a blister that pops
a pistol that stops
the bullets and blocks
a bullet don't stop
pierce the clock
again
---
tripping those hands
the typical man is simple to bend

HOOK:
All I hear is motherfuckers
fucking each other on their fucking phones
All I hear is bitches
bitching about other bitches while they sitting at home
All I hear is these little kids listening
to the global grid
With nothing to tell them what's different
Ask them what their symbol is

BRIDGE:
Ask them what the symbol is X4
(and I proclaim I am the greatest rapper since Hershey himself,
wrapping these words in a package to sell…do it all for myself)

HOOK:
All I hear is motherfuckers
fucking each other on their fucking phones
All I hear is bitches
bitching about other bitches while they sitting at home
All I hear is these little kids listening
to the global grid
With nothing to tell them what's different
Ask them what their symbol is
Track Name: Let It Go
I feel like there's a target on my head
painted on the back of the last thing you never said
I made peace with my demons, and god knows I won't be kneeling
to pray for his forgiveness, he's the one that put the feelings in it
you want my two cents? here's a dime for a diamond
and a bruised sense of what it means to be close-minded
I'm a ruined watch that won't keep time and
make me move it
the hands that won't stay wind
I'll just keep doing what I do
until you arrive, old ironsides
It appears I would jump into traffic
just to feel the reaction, just to get the tears intact and
freeze 'em, stare at the happenstance
take the guillotine to my reasons
and still here I stand
I'm feeling a bit lopsided
they cut my face off
fed it to rotweiler's
and then they faced off
I'll rot while I stay soft
if you parse my language
it's based off the same shit
you explained in basic
something has to happen and be the impetus
for an adverse reaction

They ask me to read between the lines
but it's fast heat, never cold enough to attach
only ashes fall from the cigarette, it's not a habit
it's a way to deal with my stress
I wouldn't have it if I were truly blessed
these blisters show how much pain I put in
to reach a par of going broke
and the same can be writ
for all the time I lost in nope
all the hope is being bolted down
I lack the tools to remove it and
my schooling is slow as sound
as fast as light I want to be
but I've been passing years in quantity
Don't you see?
Track Name: Cold Knife
I was never one to read comic books
the superheroes I could commandeer
associate with in common fear
of father's here, father's gone
father's weird

cosign the loan statements
compiled up in loading bays
one line is known far away
the rest are laid to rest in place
buy less they say
but never save a second to line up their navels
on sea-faring benches
abel murders cain to make room for his angst
and then thanks his mother for giving birth
before jumping from the fertile earth
he lays

Hook:
it's this cold knife
that i plunge into my whole life

clip your dollar off coupon
I'm gonna trottle off
try to throttle my galoshes
stomp and stop
as I soon as I hear the change fall from my pockets
near to reach and pick up something lost its
my job, like I'm peeling off my gauze
the bandages are bandits, run away from their encampments
and scavenge all they can since, nothing seems to
land with me

dreaming like my nightmares are free
and I can write scared
be just another man right there
standing on the corner
waiting for his one true love
if you believe in that
or his whore to come on up
and eat his cash
trash made of white bags
translucent hype tag

I'm bored of this
don't you take me

Hook:
cold knife
plunge into my whole life
Track Name: Mouse Trap
click and left click
click and right click
click and click

Judge my directions
judge the way that I'm been testing
I'm investing
my congestion
only thoughts are second-guesses
left in ether
the either don't tether
my peter to feed her
feet up, don't let the fate escape
regulate the heater
meter-feeder
say my prayers to my mind reader
let me meet her
as of late, it's he who heard
I had a way with heathen words
and had to wait before the reason
burst
before the reason hurt
the safe word is that I am never safe
my clots coagulate the blood a lot
a park alarm
the mud is hot
I cut his business card
cause effects no he don't talk
he's personal affects are lost in real wrongs

click and left click
click and right click
click and click

all to hell with it
I'm all inclusive
held it quick
'cuz hell don't quit
selling two for held a whip
I'm held in cellars by my wish
this prison is a jail cell
free escape and aol
my nail held
my stocking
waiting for the santa claus
to stop in, cop it
claim it all a cock-fight
cocking his gun in my night
my dreams are happy like
his type is unkempt
all are shaven all if
all lips are sealed
down in blindfolds
revealing nine holes
courses in the mini golf
of course you're
talking to the mini hulk
Track Name: Talk Box
It depends who you ask
some people call me plainspoke
others call me gary
and some still are left with blank notes
because my name is tearing at the edges
urban dictionary says it's
an asshole with a vengeance
but I'm back in my home in my head with
my favorite kind of medicine,
kind of menacing
a condescending mess
it's bitter happy endings gone against the many
but I'm trying to send a message to my best friend of plenty
who's left with a pile of bills and paperwork
not a person, but my favorite word
I pay them first a visit to the hospital
where they been living searching for pots of gold
in which they piss in when it's cold
and all the polls are stuck to wishes
I got old

who am i and who do i want to be
where am i and when am i gonna see

divvy up the vestiges of all the things I've ever been
the nest it sits, empty with the next of kin
I gently, lent the lexicon
it sent me to another place
where no one ever met me
with my other face
I fetch the faith
then glue it, pasting
all the way
I've wasting all the weight
the worsted yarn is what it's weighed
its what I saw that's
wetter stayed
the weather stayed and made it's name
I don't do this fake
if it rains, it reigns
if it breaks, it brakes
all the same
I only chase the lonely
wait for home
but I don't know these

who am i and who do i want to be
where am i and when am i gonna see

these are giveaways
for the people they give away
adopted at any age
doesn't matter where they came from
if they came and if they change some
that's all that matters today
I handle it and it's my mandolin
that fades, candle-lit, pistol-whipped
by the kid he missed in his ish
his lines are ill
but repetitive

they kill nobody
but I bet you think it's funny
muster up the courage and cunning
better bit by the bunny
I'm running
never to stop it
ain't it lotty
press the play and pop shit
it's another topping that
don't stand a chance to hipping hopping
opportunities knocking
but who's me
that's talking moodily
unlocking moods and stocking brews
nobody's doodling
talking news
it's all the canoodling
I peruse the blues and find the blacks
a plus is all the slacks
are cut with care
but listen, they're
ticking, set aside the land, it's missing
the bomb is bigger than the band,
I band against the hansel, gretel and
handsome threats full of pretzels
pissing the petals of flowers away
that's hours a day

who am i and who do i want to be
where am i and when am i gonna see

they ask me to breathe
but I can't find my breath
I can't conclude if it's the rest
or if it's all I've got left
if it's a test
and I've been leaving since I could step
'because I believe in
what's ahead
if I'm confined to the feeling that I've been fine
I'm dead
I'm a mime of a mime
a copy of a copy of a mind that's been read
you can mine it but the gold's been bled
I've been running the other way since
nobody told me otherwise
the way is thin
but nobody told me you can cut through the lines
hey!
two-ply is never enough for a man
who's real life is paper-mache
stuffed with a face of a page
I'm double or nothing they say
but I don't know what they say
'cuz I don't listen, I only talk

who am i and who do i want to be
where am i and when am i gonna see
Track Name: Expatriate
Show your face
tell 'em how you feel when you wait
and how you heal, if you break
the wheel is made in outer space
I'm outta space, in my apartment
in my mind I'm comparted
calculate the distance between
being hard and disheartened

I set the bar and drink until I shake beneath
the weight of our achievements
make me feel like I need you
to sleep and eat
and weave in and out of consciousness
before I drift at least
and I lean on others for support
before they missing me since
orphans never dream
they drop me before I'm capable of standing
leave me to slump and steadily land in
narcissistic lumps
they go
hand in hand with cancerous answers
and generic legos
my answer wasn't fake though

I'm trying to get away
trying to escape
I'm trying to get away
but I'm trying too late

Show me your name
it's kinda similar to one I had before
or a friend
I forget of which I've had so more
the lessons never seem to end
just memories and seams that fit together
but never seem to mend
remember me
before you leave for men
a family and a reason then
to banish me to islands
that form a lens and formalize my eyelids
my stripes are aligned
but this is a goodbye
in silence
though
it doesn't look right
there's still so much time in the book, write
the lines are good
but there's a little space between the rhymes and hooks
I lace my shoes like it's the last time I'm ever gonna do this
then I walk up, knock, and ask who it is

I'm trying to get away
trying to escape
I'm trying to get away
but I'm trying too late

Show me your hands
cut up by the chances taken
make a sand trap
fall into it only hatred
ask my name
as if it's changed since
last time we exchanged these glances
thanks for your advances
toward my batshit crazy this
and your batshit crazy that
I'm just a space cadet
that happened to piss my pants
call me lazy, yes? I'm focused
the only one with the boat that's never broken
'cuz I never sail to keep my options open

I'm trying to get away
trying to escape
I'm trying to get away
but I'm trying too late
Track Name: Room 101
I'm stumbling over the basics
try to find my stride and take it
bet it's tired of being naked
always out in the open spaces
breaking
down, I'm broken
tell me how to slow the moment
is it a mechanism? is it a mold?
is it a bowl of wisdom?
pulsing, throbbing
feel it in my heart, it's bobbing up and down
sob and
feel it bounce around inside my scars
it's robbing
me of my good will
like a bad man, masks his filth
with habits
I can fill a journal
with anything
but what happened

I'm just another Smith
Winston's got his other mistress
in this room we talk about how


flakes of glitter make the glass break
spittle, goes that pitter-patter down the glass
hate
this prism, it's like prison,
reflecting the innards back with him
feeling like his shit is whack
hit him over the head with a baseball bat
and kill him 'cuz he's dead inside to me
the meat is still in he
decides to leave while he's a head
heading toward the betting booth
but his eyes are tired, too tired to climb
I'm betting you he
can't see the signs, he's blinded by time and debt
nothing to make up for when he's already filled with regret
If I had a penny for every time I said that

I'm just another Smith
Winston's got his other mistress
in this room we talk about how

My bones are crackling in the wind
like leaves I've never seen or been
never seems to be the same as when it begins
I feel the pain, the seams are thin
seasons change
I look within, it's saying I'm already finished
but I'm not ready to give in
this limits our relationship, sink it while we still shit
up on the windowsill where pills live
around this rust bucket of love, fill it
I crush it between what's just enough
and kill it to lean up on my pillars
when they come up 'cuz

I'm just another Smith
Winston's got his other mistress
in this room we talk about how

in this room we talk about our losses, talk about our crosses
we crawl away in awe with the room
Track Name: Eyes
Maintain that same sense of patience
and everything has changed since that day that we changed it
she changed and I changed yet still we say we stayed the same
and everything around us just on came and drowned us all arcane
I can say that it's a chain and you can break the links
but we both know that that's not the way the world drinks
the weight of the world weighs us down with the raising up
pick a number, lucky lotto, hoping that you win a buck
it's all so automatic, we stay living noble as a savage,
just stay looking for those cups in the kitchen cabinet
it's a tragic story, just waiting to be written
sitting knitting in the middle while everything's been hit and
I'm a mitten, pit and all
a pick of parliament pit at a parlor trick
I bought a whiff a smoke
never inhaled
never went home
ever the whale, ever alone
ever to sail, onto my mode

and even though you've tried
these are my eyes

the size is double and triple
we live a little
but double-dip in what it tickles
a nickel a pickle of
pennies
try to blend but we
barely have memories and enemies
our heads, our centerpiece
it's ending for free
but then it means
since the energy's potential
not yet achieved
like even you try to breathe
believe in these lies to feed
and healing through time is heathen
I am cheap
don't read my mind,
just read these eyes and you'll cheat

I'm leaking oil before you ever need to see it boil
off the edge, it's nonsense, to steal the coils
a concept of minds perpetual and foiled
I'm a line digressing from the soil
lest it's mine to toil
I'm invested and this time
I work until it's perfect
and then I break it down
to burn it
we keep the world turning
we keep the world turning
because we hurt it
we keep the world turning
because we heard it

and even though you tried
these are my eyes
Track Name: If You're Found ft. Drake Sitarz
To achieve our aim and mission
it is rocket science
a common complaint of our condition
because we've been taking sides
and itching patches pricked into our hides
with the needles of lies
to hide the idols
idolize the idle lives we hide
oh why oh why
is that the wild west
in wiser times
where the trials are kept
in vials of pressurized miles of lesser minds
and tiled to present what's rightly mine
to the people that wait in line
for the products of our design

the files are filed away and down to pry apart the page
it's mine and if we call this art
it's time to start our healing phase
heat and gauze revealing age
our rhymes are weakened by the week
and we can see the scars of defeat
in the eyes
so speak your heart in bleak
cause and better breathe before we caulk
these windows and doors are recalled
handle the horrors of heat loss
and force

I don't want to lose you now
theres no place to go underground
i don't wanna lose you now
theres nowhere to go but down
nowhere x 1200028
if you look around
theres nowhere to go
nowhere to go if you're found

totally
forgot about a tally
my salary is paid in celery and celibacy
so sell 'em what's cheap
I've never been deep
just difficult to read
and it's typical of me to be blunt
but I've blown a few fuses in my drunken muses
what? it's the gum stuck to the shoes that shows what I been using
and who's in? nobody but I'm choosing
a few since
it's oozing out the seams, now whose gon' call it
my dream, and I'm in college
now just trying to scheme my way out of what you call this

I don't want to lose you now
theres no place to go underground
i don't wanna lose you now
theres nowhere to go but down
nowhere x 1200028
if you look around
theres nowhere to go
Nowhere to go if you're found
Track Name: Fuck You
complicated like infinite jest
convoluted
conflate it like all of the rest
come pollute it
I compliment my favorite
contemplate the sacred
second guess these acrid
smells can't contain it
I can tell to
touch this page and it's
pavement since
this isn't my favorite dish
I pay to win
and play to finish
the game don't quit
inside your limits

do I know you?

I already bought my plot
it's a nice shady spot
where the grandmother sits
and knits her pot-holders
pulls all stops
I cost a million dollars
cold and clammy hands
of granny
hand-me-downs
and panniers
the penny heard
it go down
I'm gon' land you first
the biggest fist
for the biggest fish
right through the hook
into the dish
I persist and exist
outside town
simultaneous

fuck you
I'm listening
I'm speaking
I'm saying on what's on mind

fuck you
that's what's on my mind
ask what's on my mind


yes you do
we saw each other
last night noon
full moon
so bright
I blind you with my shoe
crush your skull beneath my foot
I'm talking, bitch
don't listen good
it's awful shit, don't listen good

fuck you
I'm listening
I'm speaking
I'm saying on what's on mind

fuck you
that's what's on my mind
ask what's on my mind

do I know you?

tongue-in cheek
I bend my rules around the menace
can't seem to see
the end of this
and beginnings are shit
Dennis don't go to school
he's always dropping out with tenants that are cool
at the end of the lease at least that's the fools

fuck you
I'm listening
I'm speaking
I'm saying on what's on mind

fuck you
that's what's on my mind
ask what's on my mind
Track Name: Tongue in Cheek
I don't know what I feel
how I feel about it
how you feel?
when I'm feeling up
or feeling down
it's feeling feelings
indescript in verbs and nouns
I take 'em to my crypt
that's in the ground
eternal, everlasting bliss
that's what they say when someone passes
how you know that's how it happens?
that we'll ever be truly happy
have a beat and have a rappy
have a nap and take a seat
in the back, see
there's no seatbelts
in the sea, felt it drift endlessly
to sleep
I'm set to see so much
but don't enough fucks
I lack the motivation
to walk for three minutes
sit for fifty until I'm finished
and satiated
my limits are 1-5 if I'm double-dipping
I'm menacing to no one
you meant to say
that I was slow
when I said I was sorry
but today is not yesterday
you know

it's the past we don't repeat
even though we do tongue-in-cheek

advertisements advertise a line of ties
for father's day
but what if your father doesn't wear a tie
he's not a father in their eyes
what's that say
about your complexion
and what you hide
I best get going
further away from the point of origin
I tried this oar
but the boat just keeps turning toward you
just keeps turning toward you
forward i row
backward i go

it's the past we don't repeat
even though we do tongue-in-cheek
Track Name: Run
Issac is his name
fucked his mother Katrina
lies did
just the same
as Mother Teresa
mind it never changed
she lost the train to sainthood
now she's a woman on a billboard,
built for change if change is good
ask them what we'd kill for
yet she remains our woods
these angles are built for
tangles that pilfer
dangle over tills
to tangle our time and limit our lips
label the lies the truth and quit
able to rise, never to live

it's a game played by men that know the rules
it's a game changed by men that know to choose
they run from you

limit what you pay back
like in it, could you say that?
a gimmick for the stray cats
estranged from the pack
abstain from the black
sorcery make it so serene-ic
close to me, I'm close to screaming
know me
I'm bulimic
throw up all the bullshit
holding it in motion
ocean if its open
Hoping it's broken before I break it to broke-in
make it uniform
unique like a unicorn
you need to conform
and tell us apart before we're born
it's a place to stay warm, to be warned before the outset
torn apart in mourning, I'mma pour myself in ounces
and pound this fist into the ground it's down quick
sink into the density around this I quit
before my gown slips
and my lips are sealed by drowned ships
can't seem to swim in this, it's typical to bounce in
gelatin, jealousy is crowned king
by the men I'm counting in this

it's a game played by men that know the rules
it's a game changed by men that know to choose
they run from you

the bills are crisp and freshly printed
painted over by the freshly minted
princes, don't wince at the image in his head
it's the better men that limit what you've said
I grimace through the pain, you diminish what
I've laid
I can't change that, only can remain sad
or pick up my belongings
throw em out the window as the train pass
my chain catch, the lesson:
living long and laid last
paid in cash, I barely exist
the plastic is my only gist
I'm packing up my shit
these packages are
mist in the fog, get caught in your paws
live forever like the host with the most applause
only nobody knows that it's you in claws
only nobody cares that you are lost
only nobody's here to take you home
when you've got nowhere to go
and it's all that you want in this game that you are

it's a game played by men that know the rules
it's a game changed by men that know to choose
they run from you
Track Name: Water Child
It's about kinda how everyone lives alone, or at least goes through life on their own, how we're all isolated from each other on our own little islands that we swim to as we grow up, from water children that are free and carefree to adults stuck on their little islands until the day they cease to be.

V1:
I ask a question but don't care about the answer
ask me again, that's what you got hands for
take notes, scribble with a pen and pay for living it again
my paper writ itself, I rid myself of all these vapors
fake people living fake lives
as real as I take a knife
stab it in to my right hand
not my write hand, that's the left
there's nothing left
when you ingest all the stuff in nearest death
I'm here and then, it's never better
always getting split ends
I better mend the fabric
patches in a hole to limit access
hold my hand while I minimize what that says
and go against my best judgement
'cuz when you look into the lens
I'm the only one that loves it

Hook:
I'm a water child living in an island X3

V2:
awake, remember nothing but the wake
I think my dreams are nothing but the wait
waiting for the dinner plate, I don't eat no more just sleep until I pay the rent
that's if I pay the rent
and paint the picture as they meant
I paint the beast but the pain is deep
and I obtain the fee but it's not for free
it's awful see, I try to be the blindest
but the sun just keeps blinding
with that whitecraft insolation
the insulation is crap
and I'm a hall of nations
hauling everybody by body bag and drainage basin
into christmas dinners
we got box after box of christian sinners
in set places
locks are weighted, deadbolt
have a bowl and bread for
that dreadful evening
the leavening of reasons to be
a hegemony
mass marketed I'm in the wrong enemy
our marks are picked, pocked
hip-hop
a struggle of shit rocked
I want to leave but I'm here stopped
this a piss-poor architecture
cardboard box hold better than a ledger
they don't let you go bankrupt
call it a support system
I call it staying poor
'cuz if you ain't with them
you with them
that's my piece of wisdom
busted it out with a pair of pliers
see that
that's my nerve sticking out on the wire

Hook:
I'm a water child living in an island X3

V3:
It's what you get
when you mix
two pieces of shit
you get shit
but eventually you get bricks
to build up with
and mold a new
built up kick
to ride in silence
pick up those eyelids
and tick
the boxes
check em off
like the rocks is
with every clock tick
I talk shit
to myself
and everyone hurts
because I fell
inside my verse
the cellar's lights are broke
on purpose
I broke my purpose
it was to rap these verses
better than I ever did before the word slipped
but I'm worth it
you can count on the curses
keeping up with the burns
I got my muffins done perfect
Burns don't know my last name
first came served in the fast lane
sir

Hook:
I'm a water child living in an island X3

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