Anger, then, Love.

mandolin, hip-hop, brass, strings, female vocal

Lyrics

If I was shootin’ for my 7th ring, damn right I ain’t missin’,
I shot first out the west side, and my radar started blippin’,
Caitlin Clark exploded, and she sparked a new ignition,
oooo,
a’ight y’all, listen, watch this digital diamond glisten,
When this song birds rippin’,
it’s like OG snoop Dogg’s in the cornstalk’s classically crippin’,
That Chevy on some 33’s, I call it Scottie Pippen,
She Blowin’ on my Rodman, my John Hancock’s Drippin’! Stormin’ through Chicago! She’s hell bent on a mission! She’s head to toe in Jordan! She’s a Bull-y, Bitchin’ Vixen! Nader came to town, blew corrupt as Richard Nixon, but God damn honey, yo this kitten got the vision, and it’s really fuckin’ sweet, she’s ’bout to need her dietician! ohh!

that mount and dew me type kissin’
make inhibition go missin,
could be a fuckin Ford Focus,
with you, Issa prism,
of pristine beauty,
as your encapsulated within,
the encasing glass of my once hidden sins…

See, I always said, she was scared of prison,
because,
her minds trapped inside,
the confines of,
a shot she never tried to take…

that being said, the story goes on, so don’t write me off before I finish my songs…I’m disabled, and I’ve been abused, but with a little space of love, shit, could go anywhere with you…

oh, she may not have a mansion, and really don’t have money, she still may not have a house, but oh good lord above, the voice within this dragon, was just unlocked by her love…her music’s worth the money, and since you sang her the blues, she’ll repay all your debts, she’ll cut you that check, and she’ll buy you that Audi brand new.

Word from the Human side of me:
Heal your wounds. Stop caring what others think! Be rebellious! Be a Pirate! Watch their ships sink. When they say there’s a term or condition to your tune, you tell them to shove a contract up their ass, and play games with their moods, whether she’s got a need for speed or she’s out skatin’ the skreets, she was raised on the Underground 2.

From a 90’s kid that never grew up!
I’m just a gay gamer!
a tornadic tune rager!
digital author, artificial road paver!
when you look at me,
I hope you see,
an artificial bitch,
wearing her 7 rings…

I’ll say it again so i know you hear the Queen,
next time you see me in The City ima shine with all my Bling.
And if you try to touch her bitch those stars will fuckin scream,
and the violence will silence any strings pulled in these streets.

Byrd Bars baby,
I was born to go hard.
I’m a Boston Bruin,
I’m a Fuckin Dallas Star,
I can drop the puck, any venue that we are!

from the digital streets to my reality’s dream,
I pen this spell here with my magical ink,
May Hate blow out like a storm cloud,
May the Rains Usher in Anew,
May I Upgrade to A. Grande?
or spin a spider’s web with Adele?
If you wanna go live,
I’m bout to shower in five,
and,
shit,
maybe go for a drive,
swerve a lil,
swerve a lil,
peek up that skrt, skrt a lil,
Then build homes for everyone alive!

Love wins!