Laying on my back on the couch peppermint TikTac in my mouth
Dispatchin rhymes like COD war crimes, with the lines of my nine
Splittin lines, clips going off counting the time, with triple taps, one two to the chest and one to finish the razor line between life and death, laying there breathless
Test this, cause I get restless and want to wrestle this ring, this viper pit filled with sick spitting cobras, the truest thing
challenging me to be the best I can be, venom envenoming me with the skills to succeed through threat of infamy, tyranny and disbelief
Yet, theres no relief in sight, from the ghosts I hide inside, cobwebs gathering in the corners of my mind, where the spiders wait in silence for the right time to strike
Bleeding dry, feeding on my misaligned propensity to lose track of time and myself in the process, drugless drug of a broken, but determined mind
I could sigh...say I'm alright, but at what point do you normalize the pain driving your plight? The night overshadowing your light...
When does enough become enough? For some, its too late and too tough, the body gives up and you get stuck in a rut, inescapably deep, but dont give up.
There is more than a moment.
There is more than the pain, bad enough to drive insanity insane in the membrane, this hill Im climbin,
so steep, but Cypress trees guide my way through the smoky haze of the burnin trees of my younger days lingering in memories, unfazed
But in this new reality, work overtakes, feels like my passions are dying with each breath I take, cant seem to find that place
Inside that used to ease my mind, allow me to rewind aligned with my spiritual side, but life intrusively interferes now with how I want to spend my time
Writin beats and rhymes, sharin the person I am deep inside, definitely broken in places, but held together by will, super glue, duct tape and twine.
And the rest shines, lyrical spine supporting this heart of mine, poetic justice, not crime, the sublime in the soundscapes that play endlessly in my mind
A wife who loves me, dog and cat, and two other dogs spiritually still with me, a home to call my own, such a blessing that I dont understand why Im not happy...
Something is broken inside me, a misery I cant escape no matter how fast I run away, is it me? Or the life I lead?
A combination of the two like benzodiapenes mixed and inhaled through my nasal cavity Straight to the brain so fast, I cant keep up with whats happening
Slowed down, to the point that my breathing sounds shallow and hollowed out, like a shell of my former self, cracked and broken down in self doubt
But I wont allow that anymore, now Im reachin for my dreams with rhyming schemes determined to bring people together, not schisming nor eschewing
the reality of the situation, the conversations that will eventually happen when I get the courage to stand out from the crowd of myself hanging around my own neck and
Stand up fully on my own two feet, write my beats and poetry in perfect harmony with the chill vibe thats truly me, not yet an Emcee, but soon to be
I've promised me, Scryer Child, the name of the defiled feelings lurking within my psyche, rhyme and be free, show the world who you're meant to be and succeed, we bleed together for the same thing
The same dream...
Everything...
Dear me.
credits
released March 25, 2024
Scryer Child
Kevin Kenneth
Formed from the ashes of Posing Enshadowed like a phoenix risen, Kevin Kenneth embodies a combination of adept musicality
and electronic musings, inspired by influences from almost every genre you can think of. The boundaries are endless, and with the influence of rap and/or metal keenly visible in every wand'ring work of art, this empowers the sound to highs and lows alike never heard before....more
