Free.

Nda : Ce texte n’a pas de titre. A vrai dire, il n’en était pas vraiment un jusqu’à ce récent tri effectué dans mes notes et autres brouillons entraînant ma présente addition de publications. Dans l’apparition d’une troisième, rythmée par l’instru de mon dernier artiste coup de coeur, un petit assemblage de deux inspirations égarées et hop (no comment sur l’image) ; lecture !

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FREE – 6LACK (INSTRUMENTAL)

It’s been a while outta there

I‘v’been keeping my faces up

Riding my way through thin air

I’was watching myself the other day

Wonderin’ when shits would blow away

Ain’t really sayin’ I’m waitin’ for them

Just got this fucking gut feelin’ in my chest

Screamin’ n’ hum…

Pulling at my chains

As to wake me up, to reach a claim

Could I ? Without render us all insane

We’ve come this far, this hard

Was it simply another prank

Displayed from my embodied’s eyes

 

Do I ? Do I exist ?

 

Would any listen or forget

Only trashes will remain

Was I really mystified just to satisfied

N’enhanced myself in some weird affairs

Those kinds requiring dirty hands

A dirty mind, dirty habits, hobbies ?

Oh, an’have’n’t you see the psycho rabbit

Hunting down my psychotherapist ?

 

Fuck, I DO exist.

 

And I’ve been riding solo for far too long

Lost in my mind and duties

Combatting the pulsions song’s

Struggling to hold my shits

I just needed an another fix

To ride hard and hold my grounds

So come and visit me down

Let’s get starting for another round

I’ve been.

I’ve been waiting, waiting.

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2017

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Ghost

Nda : Perdu au cours de mes divers maladresses technologiques puis récemment retrouvé dans les méandres d’une conversation Facebook avec mon âme soeur, ce texte fut un autre craquage pseudo rythmé craché en deux phases. Sur ce ; lecture !

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GHOST.

Don’t wanna be this kind of random chick. Ghost lady smoking in a random place. Picking it. Rolling it in a random space. Then breaking it. Till down down down.

Don’t wanna be the kind of one you think about when inhaling that shit. Exploring an other bitch. Trying an other type of wound wound wound.

Don’t wanna be the kind of sweet vampire hanging out in the night. Whose lips take away your breath, body, soul and mind mind mind.

Don’t wanna be this kind of errant bitch. Disappearing all along. Living in a cloud. Soul dying all alone. As a malediction. Wicked trick thrown at me. Which can’t do but watch around as life is going drown drown drown. But…

What else could I be ? I admit I’m just passing around. Zoning up in the shadow. Glowing in the darkness. Walking in neverland as to find a place to go, a way to grow. There’s no home. I’m haunting the very ground I’m walking on. Cause I’m there when I’m not, and away under your hold. Uncatchable. Invisible. While so bright and touchable. I’m made of gold, shiny and so bold. What a freak and a fucking paradox. Chilling from my depraved throne. Plasma queen cuffed on a bloody couch. Potentiality, what an infamous treasure. Are the gardians hearing my clinking chains ? And dare you, visitor, listen to my chilling howls ? Greed has taken path under my crown and silence is following my wraith. Cause I’m just an other junkie lost in her own world. Half there then gone. This reckoned kind of female hollow. A Ghost.

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2016

The Game.

Nda : Ceci sonnait étrangement comme un rap dans mon crâne lorsque je l’ai écris. Seule et à bout au milieu de nul part au bord d’un pré ; lecture.

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THE GAME.

[Do I look like I’m crying ?

Try again, I won’t be abused.

Don’t you wanna beat me ?

The thought thrills me.

I might wanna live something.

I might wanna do something.

Any of them indeed, just play with me.

Distract me from my own mind.

Let me dig my brain’s fingers in your body.

Rub my cells against your hardened…laugh.

Ain’t the Game waiting.

[Joking while drinking numb.

Ain’t got nothing to pay.

Ain’t got nothing to say.

There’s too much for a single prayer.

There’s too much to be a story teller.

But I am. As I am. Just who am I ?

Doesn’t matter, an other looser.

Climbing down my own madness.

Climbing down to reach happiness.

Sinking.

Running after my nightmare ghost.

Afraid to lose the lose control.

Why would I want to be…whatever I could ?

Lost, cause I’m lost.

And ain’t the Game waiting.

[I tripped on a smoky dream.

Keep on tryna explain it.

Keep on tryna release it.

Just wanna fly and fly so high.

That I won’t be able to fall back.

That I won’t be able to wake back.

Maybe I should die while I’m still up ?

& away, North South far from earth.

That’s what I need to feel alive.

That’s why I need to feel alive.

But ain’t the Game waiting.

[Watch the darkness smile.

Listen his melody.

Drink his agony.

Swallow the shadow.

Feel it extending his dirty claws.

Stroking my curves.

Exploring my being.

Jumping.

I’m still dreaming of it.

Remembering.

How beautiful it was down there.

Black.

How beautiful I felt in the ground’s arms.

Cloak.

Surrounded by sins.

Singing blooming lies.

Realize, ain’t the Game waiting.

[I fell for that depression.

I’m still travelling through retaliation.

Seeking explanation.

But why would I want to fight ?

I intentionally turned off the light.

Day act.

Can’t see its judging side anymore.

Can’t see it justified anymore.

Don’t wanna stick to the core.

Don’t wanna be part of the score.

Sayin’ I should bright alone.

Sayin’ but ain’t got no flow.

No life.

Sad, so sad.

But I prefer this illusion.

Choice.

This version of a rooted world.

My own.

Fully and only mine.

My holy overland.

So tryna touch me.

Please.

So tryna see me.

Gizz.

Feeling odd suddenly.

Sick of it while still fully…

Alive.

Don’t forget, ain’t the Game waiting.

[Speaking of the devil.

It’s like calling my name in the night.

Crossed fingers as a knight.

I’m listening your bloody scream.

Distracting.

Will you have a stupid role ?

Theatre of broken myths.

Invitation.

Enter the game and hope to win.

Enter the game, I’m still playing.

Always away in fantasy.

Panting and painting reality.

What do you think, of course I cheated.

And yes, that’s a pity.

But shut up, dance with me.

Call me a fool, it’s destiny.

I might have no lasting sanity.

Cause ain’t the Game waiting for me, neither anybody.

Aiko~

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Août 2015