BDK expresses feelings of loneliness resulting from isolation and past heartbreak. He demonstrates a civilian perspective of guilt and shame due to American military intervention in world affairs.
lyrics
Spoken: (Sometimes, I feel like I just dont know. It's like my life is just playin out and I'm sittin in the audience. I can't even focus on the show. So alone.)
Never know, never show, the pleasure in the X and O's
Sandwiched in like Oreos. Females, man, they come and go.
Gravitate when on a roll. Leave you low, when needed most.
Sabotage my bleeding soul. Vanish like an evening ghost.
Blind magic act of smoke. Fire burnin' every hope.
Jabs mere glancing blows. Eventually they TKO.
On the nose, pain exposed. Play on shows like Howard Co(sell).
Who's to blame? Face the foe. Reflections show me every woe.
How would you react if every girl you ever cared about
Stared you in the eye, and sweared that you ain't the guy?
With a look of no surprise, then waves a swift goodbye.
Evacuate our lives and make it feel like it's a lie.
So yeah, I'm damaged goods, man. Woulda, coulda, should.
Now I raise my hood, disguisin' wasted looks.
Hide my face in books, stay locked away in nooks.
Still the space I took, could not delay this hook. Nawww
Words. Primal urge. Spiraling worse.
Idle in me. I can't be free.
So freedom of expression, I'm expressin' what a mess.
I have this message that I'm sendin' but I'm stressin over lessons.
Older blessings, no regrets. A game of chess and happiness
is just a step in the right direction. This flight needs a slight correction.
I feel I might regress. Distressed like I fight infection.
Time a slice disection of events
I spent half my life erectin' and I have tried defendin'
Collected wise evidence and just reprise the credits.
Elect sly presidents. And let fly incentives.
Append GIs with weapons, Deploy awry presences
And boys is shy of questions, avoidin life sentences.
Annoyin' quiet peasants, destroy polite residents.
My own blind intentions are signs I scribed in flesh n
I try to flex impressions alone in high digressions.
Confess the rest when I have etched my exit.
Jettison minds arrested. Left to jus' die and end it.
Chorus
Trombone Solo
credits
from Mandatory Quarantine,
released April 21, 2012
Benjamin David Kerns, Patricia Seeton
Beat by Sinima Beats
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