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Capital Wasteland

from Bones by Brom

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Chokehold just ignores the frequency
All this banter and bullshit; We into deep

Eager excellence from a dodgy pessimist
Lager setting in sometimes you choose to lose to win
Black street renaissance
The boards, the blood, the there and then
The who, the what, the why and when
If I could do it all again
I probably would chips all in
Let's begin, don't stop
Laces tight breathing right
Let's take it from the top
With the crashes and road rash
Let's keep it how I forgot
After all with those falls
I wouldn't have got to this spot

We've broken bones, bonds and thrown out
Sometimes everything known
Sometimes we hold down
Sometimes everything shown
Begins to fade out
Into the background

Do you ever wake up
Cold sweats, think of that debt
Either it's money, love or misery's
We all second guess
Chasing that hunger
Help to even things
Then fall asleep
And count those same sheep
We wake and repeat

Have you ever stayed up
No touch, reality breech
Combination of the chronic
And the trouble with sleep
Sedation seems impatient
But it's bothering me
So holler at me
It better be cheap

Hold that harmony closer to the bar to see
No alarm, no need
We live to breathe without our teeth
Without that army green
We march as far as we can see
With no regard like such as free
We present our battered cards to she
No not me, I've been marching somewhat aimlessly
To the bridge, the barge, even to the tallest trees
To find out what it all means to me
To find a way to not feel this cheap

We've broken bones, bonds and thrown out
Sometimes everything known
Sometimes we hold down
Sometimes everything shown
Begins to fade out
Into the background

Meager common sense is what I'd call the act you wed
A loss of blood flow spent on making sure you stay ahead
A lack of guilt no red you can't remember, what and when
You still hold on, you push pretend on thoughts not caught, can't comprehend
Fuck the who, what, where the why and when
You lost the bat, now Jack, I'm batting 10
Nice watch, in fact, dial back cause I'm big ben
Your batteries tragedy, well I still spin
Can't handle the hand well, fold, I win
Can't stand on the mantle, begin descent
Can't plan when they've planned all, you're not like them
Can't baffle the chapel, well that depends
Ideals on a rifle scream "to the end".
You are like them, well only in the human sense

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from Bones, released July 30, 2016

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Producer, musician and rapper, Brom, gives his take on hiphop.

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