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kpbs. - January 7th

Part of "Moving Pictures" // Track 5 of 5 STREAM HERE: https://ditto.fm/moving-pictures-kpbs   / movingpictures   LYRICS: (Yo You free right now? Look man, I’m I’m— I’m tired man I’m sick of this shit) 7th of January Count it like actuaries Finding a reason to live We never never wary A time computer screens And video games is how we bury Ourselves to not remind ourselves About the weight we carry It was a little early A few lost hours of sleep But now I'm in a hurry Got up to make a call to set it straight A lil’ something on my plate And after that All I thought there was nothing to worry The clock be ticking some more Do what we do, we on it But when it reads 2 o’clock, couldn’t get what i wanted Now the fear and pain be creepin’ up The air suddenly heatin’ up Only thing i’d do is drown in sorrow if it’s deep enough A couple hours then i’m gettin ready Empty handed but the burden feel a little heavy, good Lord My mind is all in a gut, I do a little chatter Then I take a sip from a cup Suddenly nothing matters On and on, I wanna fly so far Can’t get out, but how, I try so hard Take this off and you would see my scars No such deed would ever heal my heart The 10th of February We gettin’ right back in Vision a little blurry Our words get mixed up in gin Our words get mixed up With what we say and what we feel Don’t know the difference between Saving face and turning heel I met a couple motherfuckers This is where I discover How it’s possible that I am always just an other Too many reasons keep me up at night My own demons is all I fight After a couple shots, feel like I need another Another night, the 4th of March Feel like I need a lift My situation gettin harsh, but I don’t give a shit Every moment going by is a distraction From my worries and the possibilities Of a delayed reaction It’s getting late and all I wonder “will I be okay” It ain’t like I live a couple dozen miles away The morning after, man I swear I think I should be battered But after a sip from that cup Suddenly nothing mattered On and on, I wanna fly so far Can’t get out, but how, I try so hard Take this off and you would see my scars No such deed would ever heal my heart (Mhmm Mmh, got any more?) I knew some buddies, we was happy We was more than friends But like they say I guess the world just hates a happy end One April night, I got a bottle, shit got me feeling blue How they gon’ leave me after all the shit that we had been through Shots with the homies We talked about a homie, said he fuckin’ Just to realize that all he ever did was bluffin’ Matter of time before the sand had closed the door Cause we ain’t gonna look at us the same anymore (word) December 4th, somebody movin' She gone and grovin' But she don’t know bout back at home the shit that we’ll be losin' But it don’t matter, after all the miles and chatter After all the sleepless hours She’ll be provin’ with the way she boomin' 2:27 in the morning I might as well be mourning What I’m hearing got me fucked up without any warning At any moment it can really be the end But I’d rather lose myself in all than lose another friend Yeah, I’d rather lose myself to have a feeling that’s elusive I’d rather lose myself than have a family that’s abusive I’d rather go be locked up in a room that’s full of snakes Than look in the mirror because there’s no one else to hate The burden, the feeling, the hurting, the healing All that in between Living without knowing bout what any of it really mean I’ll only live so long before my ashes go and scatter Gimme some shots, I’ll see if any of this really matters (Hey man) Do any of it really matter (Just wanted to thank you again for dealing with all my bullshit I know you got a lot of bullshit going on in your life so I really appreciate it Look, I’m I’m always here for you too, aight? Take care Love ya man) ------ Written, Produced, Performed by: Kenneth Fabian/kpbs. ---------- Check out the rest of my music: https://spoti.fi/3DYeeKI   / kpbs201   Follow me:   / k_fabian   (side projects)   / kpbs201     / knnth_fabian     / k_fabiann