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TOWN’S DEAD - THE DEBUT ALBUM - 25.06.21 PRE-ORDER: https://kojaque.ffm.to/towns-dead FOLLOW KOJAQUE   / ogkojaque     / kojaque     / kojaque   Credits: Directors - Spencer Young and Kojaque Production Company - Black Eye Films Cast: Maverick Sabre & Kean Kavanagh Crew: DOP - Alfred Thirolle Producers - Ed Fairweather and Katie Cooper 1st AD - Joey Barlow Steadicam OP - Jake McClean Walker Gaffer - Werner Van Pepper 1st AC - Ollie Pearson Pajtra 2nd AC - Edward Russo Camera Trainee - Moses Aregbesola Spark - Dylan Bruce Stylist - Elliott Cook Makeup Artist - Hannah Jones Colourist - Johnny Thorpe Grade Post Producer - Andrew Patrick Special Thanks: Colour Company - Glassworks VFX Artefact Camera Hire Green Kit Lyrics: I used to think that I couldn't rap with an accent, Did my best tryna mask it Had my hope in a casket Young flame, tryna light up the masses My buddy’d gas me up like “Drop this it’s a classic” but My look was wrong, my voice sucked my image Was seen from someone else's vision, Guess that’s why I was too blind to see it Or make decisions That’s always the case when you don’t trust your inner wisdom, First time I smoked was so I could rap about it, To be honest I didn’t feel it, the fuck was so appealing Bout passin out in a couch my stomach teaming with doubtin? Like I’d ever make a name as a white rhyming Fenian. No pot to piss in, pleading on deaf ears My buddy P’d listen we drifted over the year Used to whip the van round park with a gram in hand Rap something up in the passenger Would’ve had um in tears like “Alright so what you waitin on?” He had the 6 disk switcher I was the favourite song I burned the first tape for um, he wrote the label on “Remember me when ya make it” He made me play it for um Back to back roll up each night Skinnin spliff scheme how we gonna leave this life I mean shit “you gonna make it on the TV right?” Well that sounds so good let me hear that twice Sound so good let me hear it Sound so good let me hear it Sound so good let me hear it Sound so good let me hear it He left a few voice notes I couldn’t get back to I left um hang the whole summer I guess I’m that dude I tried his old phone number I musta messed up something I rang about 6 times before I got through Start reminiscing he told me how he was feeling Side of the train tracks sayin he’s thinking of leaving Tellin me he’s not loving the kinda shit that he’s thinking Says there’s too much on his plate for him to deal with Told me “Why the fuck I get stuck with this shit? There’s worse dudes then me and they’re all making it big Jesus ain’t returnin my calls I’m fuckin sick, of livin life by the book I’d be better a convict Better off in a cell or better off sellin rock Or better off in a rocket that I’m not planning to stop Better the penitentiary’s keeping me on lock Cus nothing’s worse than being imprisoned by these thoughts Prisoner of this life, My wardens my fuckin psyche Keepin me locked up with the evil shit that’s inside me Outwardly I act with the utmost of propriety And still I fuckin feel like a menace to the society What the fuck am I doing? I feel my arteries pumpin I can’t hear myself think with the sound of my heart thumping I’m stood at the train tracks really thinkin of jumpin What the fuck is wrong with me?” I told um -“nothing." “Fuck is wrong with me man?” Not a damn thing Let it breathe That seemed to ease the tension, told um Focus on your negative you lose sight of your blessings Wouldn’t believe the time I wasted second guessing Musta changed this line 8 times get the message? I’ve seen too many fall victim the same fate Nobody extends the hand to um till it’s too late Next your shaking hands with the family at the wake Just cus nobody told us that you don’t have to be ok Don’t have to do your best Don’t have to hit expectations Spending your time furious Waiting for your patience Trying to keep going when you don’t have motivation You can catch a lift with me depressions my main station I wont forget we were dead broke Living life by the shekel Did your best to have my bad side hide and remain Jekyle Used to make sure that I knew I wouldn't be heckled When I stood up to spit you had my back from the get go I won’t forget about the gold on my wrist Tellin you for weeks all the talk of making it big That Rolex complex wasn't making me tick I wanted something more subtle, you told me that was sick Presented me with a gift and I hear it beep on the hour Cold gold wrapping my wrist in divine power I think about that shit when my watch beeps in the shower Man I think about that shit when my train’s leaving it’s tower Man I hope you play this shit to your ear and sleep tight Hope you find hope in these lines on dark nights I used to get pissed with this watch beeping at night Now it sounds so good let me hear that twice Sound so good let me hear it x4