It's getting blurry, I'm sick
Suggestions move every whim
My hands they sweat there's no threat
Wheres the win there's no net
They're calling me by the wrong name
Pushing me to the hallway
Designating myself
Like a counselor could help
You could consider a calling
Others know this as falling
With no net no mesh, helmet to ingest
Protect your neck you better hope for the best
Instep the regrets, combined with the stress
I never fall back, I fall forward, Progress
I wanna make a difference, leave something, suspect
I wanna take some time off see London, concept
Make my life really mean something, no stress
Lead a life, keep that beat bumping, in my chest
I wanna love life and life loved, and the rest
Get a grip get a hold find some common ground
Leave the worries leave the wastes at the lost and found
Don't take your place make your place, don't let them weigh you down
Make a move if this movement doesn't move you
You gotta say what needs said and then pull through
It's a common mistake
We repeat it the same
It's played in spades
Call it faith charades
It's a common mistake
We repeat it the same
It's found in graves
Call it end of days
It's a common mistake
We repeat it the same
Caught in a daze don't know
How to behave, afraid to grey
Colors run to the back of my brain
Here I am, here I stand, neither foot in their graves
Simply shift it, turn it sideways
Like a folded road map
I keep looking for the highways
Solely suckers looking my way
Pushing pedals got no brakes
That kind don't learn from their mistake
Now selection needs her snakes
But now she's filing them away
No, she ain't keeping track of space
One in front the other, I'll do the same
A different grain structured
While you hide from rolling thunder
I'll be braving rain with comfort
Skin will change, you'll lose the sunburn
Not a game, this just gets tougher
You will change and so will others
Rearrange, hold back discomfort
Keep contained, grateful of cover
Leave no stain, no horror hover
May contain, traces of rubber
Flexible, works well with others
That's a joke you throw for the "yes" vote
If you think no, I hope you look close
Don't choke, third strike and your ghost
It's a common mistake
We repeat it the same
It's played in spades
Call it faith charades
It's a common mistake
We repeat it the same
It's found in graves
Call it end of days
It's a common mistake
We repeat it the same
Caught in a daze don't know
How to behave, afraid to grey
Colors run to the back of my brain
Here I am, here I stand, neither foot in their graves
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