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Nothing
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Hip-Hop
Nothing è stato pubblicato il 1 febbraio 2023 da StandPoint come parte dell'album Brain Waves
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Data di uscita1 febbraio 2023
EtichettaStandPoint
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM100

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Standpoint
Standpoint
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Adrian
James Adrian
Lyrics

Testi

Matt Lohrenz hung from the basketball rim. It was all
morning ‘fore his Pastor father walked ten yards passed and
saw him. That’s one the cats I called friend. Chronic
madness. That’s one of the traps to fall in. As for
Walt Gonzales you’d have never known. Of all addictions he
left alone, cause of death was shown to be methadone.
Honing balance is challenging in a town that encourages
greed to flourish without nurturing individual talent.
Ya’ll were drastically crucial my development as a emcee.
Radically influenced every aspect of me. Each
track completed, I crave your feedback. I need that.
Even if you told me to redraft and the beat’s wack. I keep
asking why the good die young. I want to curse the sky
at the top of my lungs. Instead, I lie numb tung-tied.
This world that we live in is will crushing.
How can I lose everybody and feel nothing?
Somewhere above, black eyes are smiling.
The end is near and we’re all dying.
Give it up. No use in trying.
The end is near and we’re all dying.
We’re all dying. We’re all dying. We’re all dying.
My neighbor Koshe came over with a strange explanation
pertaining to pain medication. Eighteen years of age, then. In
hindsight, I was too preoccupied with my little life to
pay mind what his doctor prescribed. Rewind
more than a decade prior. I wasn’t aware that he
once lied lifeless on a highway. Apparently his
bike collided with some three-wheeler. Physical therapy
couldn’t stop shotgun suicide. He was preparing me.
College debt came. Then weight gain. Jim Brown
wanted that escape lane for a place to stake claim. But, Grey-
hound Bus? Couldn’t scrape change together for Great Dane.
His mother began to take aim and didn’t play games. The
freight train took him beyond the pressure. One bad slip.
The pressure is gone, but his spirit lives on forever.
Tricky when you’re never shown what real love means.
How can I lose everybody and feel nothing?
Somewhere above, black eyes are smiling.
The end is near and we’re all dying.
Give it up. No use in trying.
The end is near and we’re all dying.
We’re all dying. We’re all dying. We’re all dying.
Everybody dies. Even the guys who show you to Christ.
Brian Ressenger chose his wife unwisely.
Tortured him ’till he took his own life with a bottle of
oxycodone and said his goodbyes. My eyes
witnessed CJ Walker live with his diagnosis.
Cystic Fibrosis. You’d rather be afflicted by
locusts. I miss this guy so much.
But, he’s on to a greater existence I know this. They say it’s
all for the best. Still it’s early to lay my father to rest.
Maybe talking’ll get it off of my chest. Poured you
into my hand to spread you out on your final resting place.
Turned around to a camera dead in my face. Blood
boiling, but you raised me to be receptive. Not the
last message I would expect, dad. So, glad you sent it.
Once again adjusting my steel cufflinks.
Another funeral day and feel nothing.
Written by: James Adrian
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