Big Black Hole

Hmmm… dug this outta my drafts. Tweaking it as we speak. Funny how fun turns to guilt 😵‍💫🫣

Gun in ya holster points a Big Black Hole

Only takes one shot ya blood turns to rot

Jumped double-back off the beaten track

Fuk taking short cuts only leaves ya dry

And the air aint clean up in that realm

Floor hits hard a long way back up

Just give in cause ya dream’s in the bin


Spinnn dirty linen everyone’s grinning


Glimpsed the finish line

Then committed a crime

But no point tryna turn back time

Might as well enjoy bein high

Want You Back

Verse

No-one likes the unknown

So you’re not alone

Inbetween n nowhere gone

Until you’re pulled back in

Stuck at a crossroad

Shot by a crossfire

Mocked in desire

Chorus

Left in the lurch until it hurt

Then you need someone

Now they want you back

Like it never hurt

That dart in your back

You want it back

Rap outro

Is there a better way to go forward or back

Destroyed or revived can anyone decide

Decipher the code as the bullets unload

Leave it behind rewind tomorrow

Now this is the place just to save your face

Can talk until blue won’t hold the glue

From yesterday’s hue into the new

Bubblegum

What’s it gonna take to seal the deal
With songs that spell exactly how I feel
Done it tough but it’s not enough
Told it true n dodged the bluff
Makes me wanna huff n puff
When will the tables turn
From a slow burn outta the urn
Into the hands of the big guns
I guess they want the bubble gum
That’s what pays the biggest sum
Painted their sky with my blood
Streaks of rainbow colour
Still heaven won’t open it’s door
Going around in circles
Now I’m back at the start
Tangled in my own heart

Teddy Bear

Wrote this a couple of years ago….

I’m so fuckn tired of telephone ringtones

Files, screens n copier machines

Listenin to people moan n groan

Bout unpaid loans n broken bones

They’re drowning out the saxophones

Should be mixing up a storm

Belting out tunes in my headphones

Instead I gotta guillotine shreddin up my dreams

Keep waitin for God to intervene

But he’s nowhere to be seen

Gonna need a double shot of caffeine

Just to escape being trapped behind bars

On the freeway behind a thousand cars

Fluorescent glare you’re stippin me bare

I’m pulling out my hair

Mr Lectar knife n forkin at my brain

Feel like i’m fallin down sliced by a train

Off track my head hurts

Where’s the Dr where’s the nurse

Hot in here it’s gettin worse

All I got is an empty purse

A voodoo doll stuffed with curse

Love in a locker it’s fuckn torture

Time for dummy spittin n teeth grittin

While all the good stuff’s still unwritten

Flittin around twice bitten

I want my bed I want my home

I want my fuckn Teddy Bear

Godskitchen

Is this the part where it ends like we hit a road block 

With ya glock pressed harder than rock against my tic tock                  

Atomic clock if you wanna play cop then come n cardiac arrest

Ya bulletproof vest but I guess that you don’t wanna invest

Instead you wanna rip-it-up n send it back-to-black self-addressed

My mind keeps driftin to the outside into our lemon-zested courtyard

Bombarded by ya playin cards face down why won’t you turn em around

Though you never drop your guard I’m hardwired tryna impress ya

While I second guess ya

Moved too damn fast never saw the stop sign maybe cause I’m colour blind

Lamborghini hurricaned past at top speed cruisin with the green light

Over-sighted amber red to arrowhead couldn’t stop so raced ahead

Crossed the intersection now I’m wrapped around ya tree-trunk

Why this constant interruption’s causin corruption from your lack of action

Maybe you gotta friend over-lookin over-seeing as you ditch me

While all the time I’ve been tryna find the rhymes to spill between your lines

It’s like you never hear my chimes so I guess I’ll never get my time 

Feels like I’m doin time waitin like a patient in the emergency section 

Reserved parkin bay for the broken-hearted

Hands up shackled to the moon then back again to Armstrong

Cashed up-to-the-till with dollar bills I beg I ask the universe

When you gonna answer me acknowledge me give in & lift the frock from me

Instead the waves are crashin down n all around

Cyclonic ocean breakin at the round-about seepin into lips that pout

I’m just a seed tryna sprout thorough the over-walked pavin grout

Got this gift that’s siftin out n disappearin cause you ain’t hearin my addiction

To the friction of this telepathetic connection seepin outta Godskitchen

I’m just a crucifixion playin out like a broken record in need of resurrection

I guess this is the part where it ends where we hit a road block

With ya glock pressed harder than rock against my tic tock

Oh-Cherry-Oh

Wrote this one a couple of years ago, have a melody but haven’t made into a song yet!

First Draft…

V1

It’s not about religion

The spelling of Judaism or Buddhism

Fascism racism or baptism

A tear or cry in sanity

Fly-baited lies on panoramic television

Breaking tides n rolling back a hellish vision

It’s not about black or white slack or tight

Straight or gay a mocking jay

A fear we’ll die on judgement day

The cutting of the entree

Adhering to their claustrophobic atmosphere

What about never losing sight & putting up a fight

Like Sia & her chandelier catching fire

Breaking down the doors into left or right

Stepping outta the ego into a world-of-vision

Saying cheerio to poverty

Freeing spirits lost to immorality

Letting in immortality

An empty gun, a sprinkling from the sun

Chorus

Oh-Cherry-Oh we got the gung-ho

Where love resides n hearts they strive

Oh-Cherry-Oh let’s give em the akimbo

Where love presides n hearts they drive

Oh-Cherry-Oh we got the bakin dough

Where love combines n hearts collide

Oh-Cherry-Oh let’s give em the seeds to sow

Where love resides n hearts decide

V2

It’s not about the car you drive at twenty-five

The horsepower of your Zenvo

Who’s got the biggest Gyro

Whether you move too fast or kinda slow

Or the money you blow-for-the-show

Those pimps n biatches

Shadows hiding in the tempo

Moscodians warding off comedians

A book-of-faith coded into idiom

There’s still time to rip those goggles off

Step up into a rocket-blasting Van Gough

Ed shearin back those teenage wolves

Till flowers bloom outta shopping aisles

And right about now our souls are out

So lets be the biggest-selling show in town

Yeah it’s time for the take-down

So spit away the hate before it’s too late

Cause it’s time to make a fuckn sound

Chorus

Oh-Cherry-Oh we got the gung-ho

Where love resides n hearts they strive

Oh-Cherry-Oh let’s give em the akimbo

Where love presides n hearts they drive

Oh-Cherry-Oh we got the bakin dough

Where love combines n hearts collide

Oh-Cherry-Oh let’s give em the seeds to sow

Where love resides n hearts decide

RED

V1

When did cruel become the new kind
Back when love crossed the line
Maybe it’s better that we can’t read minds
Who knows what we might find
I always say too much that I can’t rewind
Are we running outta time to turn it around
Or are we standing at the edge of the end
Should we leave it all behind
What’s it gonna take
Shattered glass, slammed doors
Or something more oh no
It’ll never come to that instead
I’ll be gone before the dawn


Chorus

Oh my love…why am I so downhearted
Like you’re already gone
And I can’t find my way back in
Oh my love…it’s like I’ve been discarded
Is there something that you’re hiding
I can’t find my way back in
Oh my love…your heart is so damn guarded
Take me back to where we started
Back to Red from blue, Back to Red from blue


V2

When did the our stars misalign
Back when love was colour blind
Baby what happened who turned the signs
Or did I inject the divine with cyanide
I always beat myself up ’til I’m redesigned
Are we running outta time to turn it around
Or are we staring down the barrel of a gun
Wondering around this empty town
What’s it gonna take
Shattered glass, slammed doors
Or something more oh no
It’ll never come to that instead
I’ll be gone before the dawn


Chorus

Oh my love…why am I so downhearted
Like you’re already gone
And I can’t find my way back in
Oh my love…it’s like I’ve been discarded
Is there something that you’re hiding
I can’t find my way back in
Oh my love…your heart is so damn guarded
Take me back to where we started
Back to Red from blue, Back to Red from blue

Back to Red from blue

Running From the Money

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V1

They say you can only pull out what you put in

But we give n give it up for all the wrong things

I say we quit the glitch n live the dream

Souls on fire playing in a candy stream

It won’t take a mathematician to figure this out

You’re one of a kind all you gotta do visualize the prize

Pre-Chorus

So stop tripping on that treadmill going uphill

It’s 3am in Nashville and we’re right on time

CHORUS

I’m so sorry honey but I’m Running From the Money

Cause I’m an all or nothing kinda girl

So if you wanna be my lover then follow my desire

I’m so sorry honey but I’m Running From the Money

Cause I’m tired of living this lie

I’m gonna spread my wings and fly

I’m so sorry honey but I’m Running from the Money

And cashing in the dollars of my vibe

It’s what I’ve gotta do to survive

(That’s why I’m Running from the Money)

V2

They say you’ve gotta be young if you’re gonna win

Wearing bling on bling can’t fool us with fake things

I say we quit the glitch n live the dream

Our goal’s up in the air so let’s make it something unforgettable

It might take a little magic blooming flowers from a hat

But just like a samurai you’ll be the wizard of your mind

Pre-Chorus

So stop tripping on that treadmill going uphill

It’s 3am in Nashville and we’re right on time

CHORUS (x2)

I’m so sorry honey but I’m Running From the Money

Cause I’m an all or nothing kinda girl

And if we’re not doing what we love we might as well die

I’m so sorry honey but I’m Running From the Money

Cause I’m tired of living this lie

I’m gonna spread my wings and fly

I’m so sorry honey but I’m Running from the Money

And cashing in the dollars of my vibe

It’s what I’ve gotta do to survive

(That’s why I’m Running from the Money)

Flying Solo

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(Rap intro)

I’m done with doing this alone

Trying too hard with the digitized

So bring me a sound engineer

Someone with good ears

A technician to fix my gear

A couple of fans n real cheers

Yeah I want the world to hear

What’s been up in the last ten years

Cause running from the money

Means I’m running outta time

As for the media it’s a rainbow mess

Scribbles n graffitia

Reflect my state of mind

Gettn too tangled to untie

Yeah I’m through with them rabbit holes

Sorting files n folders

Feels like a fly trapped in web

Gimme the best and I’ll do the rest

A producer too cause that’s the glue

Gimme a brand I earned that badge

I do believe loyalty deserves royalties

So pretty please sponsor me

So I can sail that ship

I’ll dish it out loud n make em proud

Technics, Native Instruments

Traktor n Hello Kitty

Honda you shared my chords

(I want Goldie back but a Jazz’ll do)

Converse walked me through the blue

(JDRF I’m right behind ya)

And while we’re at it a manager too

Of course I’m gonna need a lawyer

Yeah that’s a no-brainer

And everything in between

Bring it the fuk on

So I can write the next song…

(Verse)

All I want is perfection but all I get is rejection of what I’m projecting

It feels like regression a three-dimensional lesson served up as a lemon

Back in the day there’s no way you’d win the lot without the zing

And not without that invisible thing laced into diamond wings

Now it’s big lips n counterfeit manuscripts

I’m living proof of disparity all I want is clarity but can’t even score charity

Yeah I’m tired of singularity I need a team to marry me

I’d wear that king bling on my finger forever but where are ya?

I can’t even score one click not even a wet-faced dog lick

As for all the fake shit yeah the tik tok soft dick mimicking

Always torn between the mystic munching at the bit like a misfit

What’s the world gonna make of this hissy fit splattered over zero fans

Startn to feel like I got my talent from the bottom of a cereal packet

A tweety bird slammed into defeat rockn centre court without a racquet

Been doing this such a long time it’s a crime of misaligned

Is anyone out there or are you too blind is it that friggn hard to find

Stopped point blank guitar in the corner with guts hanging out

Lookn around at the silent sounds of the bomb I left behind

Yeah it’s a long way spinning to the top down from the mess I’m in

Tryna sing the be bop with a sound so unprofessional…

Here’s to the records never produced that could’ve untied the noose

I’m so sorry mum I couldn’t save you from a million miles away

I wanted to be your saviour yeah this was gonna save ya…