Sanctity sought out
Called out with open hands
No lense defence
We take a battered stance
Not a fence the stench
Could really kill a man
The cities spent, it's tense
By god's gracious hand
An advantageous clan
Mere mortal makeup
Immortal quarrel makes us
Hold the pay cut
The suit and tie sedate us
While the money makes us
We tryin' to keep up
Shamelessly scared of heights
You've gotta pick your fights
Always count cash with cobra eyes
Don't deny the tax of a shoulder cry
Faithlessly calling despite
Made sense, confusion turned right
People get desperate with consequence
Leaving the backseat for common sense
Take the crutch
And follow the ghost
Up the path
We token a toast
Through the pass
More often than most
Feet move fast
Then function to ghost
They say destiny's bullshit
Followed by a fat lip
The work, the time, the practice
The sweat, the grind, the passion
It heeds for satisfaction
A common cause for lacking
Our tactics unimagined
Appalachians farther fathomed
That's when you break down
Sprawled out, nothing is left
That's when they call out
Stand up, move till your dead
Until the last breath
No test, speed wobbles begin
You tighten the grip
Go down with the ship?
It's you or it's it
From Johannesburg, South Africa, terrence? delivers an EP of gorgeous soul and moody hip-hop surrounded atmospheric production. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2022
Recorded at the rapper's Brooklyn apartment during lockdown, this album offers poignant reflections on the uncertain decisions defining the uncharted territory of today's reality. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 21, 2020