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I
Am tryna understand
How can I be happy with no money in my hand?
They tell me that money is the root of all evil
I guess we cannot live on bread alone
I tried it on the phone!
Hear me nice and loud!
Marching in the streets
Tear it all down!
Time to pack it up!
Screaming in a crowd!
It's time to make change
When you hear that sound
Make you go:
Hey! Ho!
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questions
02:33
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Is it crazy that I've got questions I've been asking
Feel like Batman, But no Robin I can bask in
Put me back in; an asset to the team
And I can scream or be silent, but you still don't really seem
To understand what I mean
How can I really find my purpose
Pretty girls around me paint their faces like the circus
Catch my breath, I'm at the surface
I be feeling like I'm worthless
Obsessed with perfection, like I'm not tryna be the next van gogh
Now where did that van go
Pisces like Rob Lowe
You better count me in, Maria, at an all time low
Drink your water get your rest in
Rapper like SATs, testing testing
My name is ahli.e now
Most high, exhalted
Truthfully exhausted, please don't get me started
24 now, game of life, you hit start
But I'm not Nathan Drake, no map
there's no chart
Yeah I guess I play my part
The world is my stage
I try giving in the towel
They hand it back like Billy Mays
So here I am:
With questions on my mind all the time
Hard to smile when
Who I am is a crime
Deep in my heart though
I got plenty of violence
How dare you try to blind us
Divide us, greet us with silence
Like we ain't got two folds of humanity, my sanity
Is on the precipice
I got a petty piece and no I never miss
When did I learn to be spiteful? Oh that one's easy
The second that I saw my self up on the TV
I read about the journey and I just stopped believing
You could pin me in the corner, but I can take a beating
I could lash out in a instant with a lash inside my vision
Give whiplash, like vision
Say "the children" then you kill them
I'm so sick of a dick ruling democracy
But I'm avoidant, and I'm cloaked in hypocrisy
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introductions
02:03
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I'm from a place with flying monkeys and flying rats
Jackals circle but you don't see where they're at
Hustle up the stairs but you don't catch your breath
Good or bad, either way you break a sweat
I know commuters, i know computers, i know persecutors
I know parking i know praying, e.i. beg for shooters
Blinded by the light walking Out the door
Half my soul on the floor, my half brothers need more
Daddy left them like he left me
Fool me once fool me twice, either way you bleed
Summer time coming round, you can smell the heat
Craving change like roll back the top and the seats
You want safety, you want happy, you want DTF?
You want love, you know cryptic, you know second best
Just survival, just the music, just do more say less
Lost some dogs but the war made me a vet
Gold clubs and flight attendant on the same train
Trapped in times square with thoughts i cant contain
Tryna make a masterpiece, but my paint is only pain
Going going going like i'm any less insane
I put pressure on diamonds, i hear echos when i cave
I know i'm one of many, but not everyone is paid
Tired of being patient, so smart but never change
For the queers for the hoes for the kings for the slaves
Yeah
They say you find the best people at your very worst
So enchanted by the ocean that you lose your thirst
No more blood inside my line, i must break a curse
And hold my mirror very right and watch it burst
You a teacher (go teach!)
You a leader (go lead!)
But all you really gotta do is plant a seed
You wanna grow? (Why not)
You press pause (a lot)
I'm now learning what i what and what i need
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I set a routine
I wake my head up quick
Press pause
Press play
I'm gonna make myself sick
Deep breath in the air of unfamiliar
Spirits feeling low, she can't take what's in her cup
And I write again and again and again
There's no more ink in my pen, in my pen
I don't know where you end I begin
But so my crown don't fall, yeah I lift my chin
How many miles did we walk
There was never no time
Just fear in my heart,
There was hate on my mind
Won't you text me back
Maybe this is a sign
I'm so sick of this song
I know fates don't align
So I make another beat and feel my anger drip
Bloody knuckles and the dirt under my finger tip
Python, man you got me in a vice grip
I don't know the code, this spear is mighty toxic
I gotta do better I gotta do better I do
The air is so clean, the air so clean for you
I guess I'm confused, I guess i'm confused
I don't need another idol, I'm already perfect blue
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eevee
01:24
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I spend too much on things that i don't use enough
I'm scared to change my voice, but i will not miss it much
Love a dichotomy, isosceles, pardon my philosophies
Swinging from a weeping tree, like Tarzan right in front of me
Sliding; sliding backwards, i'm feeling my regression
I keep dropping the ball, i feel the ghost of my possession
I'm down; hold my crown; peter and his peppers
Never knew what just might happen with the steppers
Gliding like a ghost, coasting burnt toast
Turn you round til your dizzy, you cant mess with the AHL
Pantomime in my parameter, pentagram and metronomes
Sleeper cell (phone) waiting just to socialize
The people
The kids are mighty powerful
Prophetic lasts for nothing, cant you see my plate is mighty full
1500 troops and they standing at attention
Your fantasy is a tragedy, a funeral procession
Get up out my mentions
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lightheaded
02:09
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Hope indefinite
Mixed with mescaline
We were kids just yesterday
Yeah we were young and restless
That's what my grandma watched
I don't know why cried
I know it's not my fault she's gone
But it's like I'm why she died
I go by, I go on
Cross my fingers at perception
Soaking in anxiety
And the light is mighty vexing
I cannot rhyme no more
With all these thoughts inside my head
I punch a wall until my sobriety tells Moses where I'm led
On the desert floor I'm dead
I'm a mimic instead
All my parents seemed to teach me is stay alone
And in your head
That's why I'm fighting myself
It's like avoidant attached
A walking trauma response
I'm just a child, no questions asked
Somebody handle me
Somebody handle me
Grip my shoulders til know that I bleed
Light headed, feels like I can't breathe
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Ahli.e Brooklyn, New York
I usually enjoy making the music you listen to. 25. NYC.
You can find me on Spotify, iTunes and Apple Music too. Practically everywhere.
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