Hanging in his room, I paint a picture feigning pleasantries,
aiming at the roof, the skies are blue to bane with brevity,
days in on the loop, I measure shoes by length and lethargy,
chasing what I knew, instead I'm waving at it's effigy
Patiently dilute what they perceive as A to Z, but see
the ways I look at you would put to shame what thieves'll pay per piece,
this basically assumes I left the womb illumimated deep,
to take this opportune to offer you a move to vacant seats
Cop a seat next to me, tell you what a pessimist,
looks like in a seed, call that shhhh open sesame,
dripping when I bleed, must be human like the rest of ye,
running out of true feats, let's assume I got the recipe
Done with watching movies, see the end is when I’m losing sleep
Dumbing down what I'm alluding, out a noun you never need
Fell in with the groupies, laughing stock of those who offer dreams,
Nothing left to duty, check in often from the coffin’s keep
Let me know (know), how you feel, if you fold (fold)
If you go to sleep, at least you deep inside what needn't show
Let me go (go), let me hold the tickets, so (so)
If you go to sleep, at least our secrecy's invisible
Six windows open, surreal in the focus,
savoring the moment’s scenes, I’ve always seemed to notice
people living out of these, the oddities of being homeless,
deal with geography, there’s devils in the soap dish
stepping stones or levels, washing pebbles, not the fruity kind,
separated echoes, making peace without including mine,
juggling to let go, know that all these things are moving by,
Chucking out the guess though, mine's a mystery that you divide
Rushing in, don't check coats, it's art deco if you sue the lies,
summoning disciples, some won't keep it to a suicide,
it's funny if you said so, hide the ceiling while you scuba dive,
gun to shoot the devils, know there's evils out for you and I
Deadbolt on the do', they doling several by the pseudonym,
doting on the porch, it’s chicken soup for souls in suits and ties
let’s open this some more, hoping I can force a coup tonight
go for what you're born, I’ve been sorting out just who decides
Let me know, let me know, how you feel, if you fold
If you go to sleep, at least you deep inside what needn't show
Let me go, let me go, let me hold the tickets, yo
If you go to sleep, at least our secrecy's invisible
The excellent Baltimore rapper Jay Royale punches his way through icy, noir-ish production with take-no-prisoners bars. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024
