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By QAQ

On Roach Tapes

Released on April 26, 2020

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Loneliness

And motion

Fixed but I’m floating

Hovering

Elevated when I grab

The grubba man

Start pondering

Think way back

To when my birth begin

Tell a friend

That this shit no joke

Been taught to read

And write

But not to cope

Lot’s of dope

Glue-code

Foresee a comatose

Wake up when the

Ocean dose back

To shores

And the bugs be back

In they natural habitat

Overgrown

Thoughts circulate

In the front side

Of my dome

When I’m alone

A dog waiting

For his owner

But he’s long

Gone

Like when that

Dog really gon’

Go

Who in this world

Like really got’ know

Expel

Deeply silly flows

But not afraid

To get

Philo tho

In the end I’m

Concerned about

The reasonable

That’s how

The leaves would

Fall

Like on the usual

But some times

Time isn’t within

What I would call mine

I lack the ability

In different

Vicinities

To be speaking me

I seek isolation

I hate it

But I’m meditating

Life and its cadence

Can’t nobody

Escape it

Whichever way you

Take it

Once you

Gotta face it

Words and behavior

So easy

To misplace

It

Sequences

And orders

Form this world

Surprised

Nobody

Told ya

I move from

Hot to

Colder

An international

Casanova

A young man

But not free

Enough to be

A vote-r

In my - own- land

Deprived of the

Blueprints

Smoking us out

Like they think we stupid

This world ain’t fixed

It’s lucid

Knowledge is power

So I hope

That you knew this

Flip this shit like judas

Political statements

Cannot be ignored

They form my sentiment

Deep down in my core

Battling these demons

Making me feel

All this shit that I’m seeing

I feel responsible

My for my people not to fall

Economics

Sadly mostly

Only result in

Profit

Blood dripping from

They pockets

And I don’t how

To stop it

Thus music shit

For me is bigger

Than just

Popping

I write for my

Breder-ens

My bedou-ins

My veter-ans

Hoping this can

Be the medicine