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SHARDS // MIDNIGHT MOORING [EP]

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1.
THE BIZNESS 03:08
(Verse) I BUST MY ASS TO GET A PLATE AT THE TABLE BUT THE PRICE OF ADMISSION DOESN’T COME WITH APPRAISALS I’M NOT HATEFUL, YOU'RE FUCKING UNGRACIOUS YOU ONLY THINK I’M SICK WHEN IT’S CONTAGIOUS YOU THINK FAME AND FORTUNE DON’T COME WITH A PRICE? YOU MAY SAY SOMETHING MEAN, YA SKILLS AIN’T NICE I’M THE TYPE TO RUN UP ON YOU THEN WALK BY MY COVER CHARGE IS ON A SCALE, I LET SHIT SLIDE EVERYONE RAPS AND ACTS SO SELF-IMPORTANT YOUR BITCH BAD BUT THE CROWD HATES YOUR PERFORMANCE FUCK RAP! I’M HERE TO TELL YOU WHAT IT DO YA BY THE BOOK UNTIL I’M BOOKED AT VENUES BALANCING CHECKBOOKS, BOOKING OUT BACK DOORS I’VE PAID MY DUES, NOW PAY ME WHAT I’VE ASKED FOR WHAT I DESERVE ISN’T WHAT YOU’RE WORTH PUT CASH IN THE BAG, STASH IT IN MY MAN PURSE (Chorus) IT'S THE BIZNESS...KEEP THINGS TO YOURSELF IT'S THE BIZNESS...NOBODY ASKED FOR HELP I MAY BE SOCIALLY CONSCIOUS AND VERSATILE BUT WITHOUT CONNECTIONS, IT’S NOTHING PERSONAL [x2] (Verse) I’M OUT HERE WORKING AS A STARVING ARTIST YOUR FLOWS NOT STUPID, YOU JUST SOUND RETARDED HIP HOP’S DEAD, ALIVE IN THE UNDERGROUND PEOPLE TURN UP CUS IT’S DUMBED DOWN TURN DOWN FOR WHAT? TURN OVER IN MY GRAVE AT THE EXPENSE OF LISTENERS, I DON’T GET PAID I MADE THREE FUCKING DOLLARS MY LAST PROJECT I CAN'T TURN UP WHEN I'M NOT TURNING A PROFIT NOBODY SPLITS THE DIFFERENCE ON THE SAME BILL THE SCENE’S WATERED DOWN, THE MAINSTREAMS DISTILLED WE WANT MASS APPEAL BUT WE’RE UNORIGINAL CUS’ WE CAN’T REACH THE CROWD BY STRETCHING SYLLABLES I PUT IN WORK, I’M ABOUT MY CRAFT I WRITE RHYMES, PROMOTERS WRITE CHECKS THEY CAN’T CASH WHAT I DESERVE ISN’T WHAT YOU’RE WORTH PUT CASH IN THE BAG OR STASH IT IN MY MAN PURSE (Chorus) IT'S THE BIZNESS...KEEP THINGS TO YOURSELF IT'S THE BIZNESS...NOBODY ASKED FOR HELP I MAY BE SOCIALLY CONSCIOUS AND VERSATILE BUT WITHOUT CONNECTIONS, IT’S NOTHING PERSONAL [x3]
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SINE QUA NON 02:29
Dear you, I wish you were me The world spins madly on kinetic energy My chakras disperse in a different universe I'm always second guessing why you never put me first I placed my crown on the head of a mistress It's easy having sex, it's harder sharing interests Constant contact, constant fighting I'll change who I am before I change what I'm writing My third eye coincides how you are I left my George Mason hoodie beside your mason jars Jars of clay, filled with grains of salt Fuck patriarchy just say "it's your fault" I gave you my all, that wasn’t sine qua non Being together felt the same as being alone Going through my phone, checking your messages I'm your boyfriend, not a friend with benefits Ironically, you’re a bully and oppressor You can't stay single than say we're together Small talk, my throat's ambiguous We weren't a couple, just an isolated incident Leaving fingerprints, my hands are made of spite What gets you by...do you sleep all through the night? Cus’ I don’t…sleep’s an impartial absence A lotta shits changed, since I released Fragments I have chest pain, heart palpitations Comparing lengths of time to the durations Depressed, copious, my solar plexus is vacant To say, “I’m overweight” feels like an understatement Loving my body feels like sacrilege I want results but I’ll settle for averages Fast food establishments, subtract additives But if I feel shitty…will I use laxatives? I don’t wanna feel down…I don’t wanna grow up I threw my eggs in baskets where I throw up I’m sick and tired of writing the same old shit But it’s easy sharing blame than taking ownership Constant battles, rooted deep beneath the surface Breaking the habits just a daily occurrence So before I walk away, behind closed doors I’ll sign letters to myself, sincerely yours ME
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Watching snow fall, people keep flaking It’s aggravating, explaining I’m appalled People don’t call, nowadays we just txt It’s easier to disconnect than get involved I’m somewhat distraught, watching what I say Rubbing you the wrong way, pretending to brush it off I’ve lost my sense of self, finding fast Crossing your mind doesn’t mean we crossed paths Asking for help, you can’t seem to embrace it It’s the only time we have a conversation Blowing smoke…I’m disillusioned When it’s drawn out, I draw my own conclusions I push people away...they’re cancerous I call digits then they ask “who is this?” It’s hard to commit, since I’m treated poorly You want the attention but choose to ignore me Surely I’ll watch myself drown in nerve Asking if what they want is what I deserve Constant worry...trying to find words to convey If you don’t stay, hey...I expect to get hurt That’s worse than standing my ground I find in my absence, people don’t stick around Sounds alienating, loneliness and dating Never making first moves…I’m always hesitating Saying to myself, “I’m gonna be alright” Agoraphobia’s why I stay home all night I confront my demons but it’s inadvertent Seeking validation and words of encouragement But I’m insecure, lacking confidence Cam said its hard to build up a trust on broken promises So I’m out chasing ghosts Somewhat torn between self loathe and self growth I’ve ever been in love, maybe once or twice Been told too many times, “you’re too nice” Whatever…I guess that’s the way it goes I’d rather be in a relationship than be alone Despite life’s comprised of compromises I’m vibrant but people think I’m awkward and quiet Relationships are like my job... I’ll meet you halfway but forget to calculate the mileage Never go the distance, it ain’t worth it We hide our feelings...pretending we’re assertive Now I’m suddenly certain Opposites attract but the fact is you’re still the same person I’m happy inside...less happy on dates I either persevere or perseverate I hate when people don’t reciprocate, that’s what separates you taking the time from the time that you take I make the effort, really it’s coerced We’re all shallow but completely immersed, in who we are and what we envision I’m not afraid to die, my whole life I’ve been non-existent Staring at the wall, knowing all too well That the reason you don’t like me is cus’ I hate myself I’m not afraid to die...I hope I almost gave up, giving up your ghost
4.
(Verse) When a guy fucks around that shit ain’t glamorous But when that bitch does it, they call it polyamorous At least that’s what I thought until I met someone I loved Who I am and who I was...I’m seeing two people at once I have a lot pain...my lover’s expressive and says she loves the gift cards and how they’re presented Images are textural, the bend feels flexible I stay at arms length but she feels immeasurable Sometimes attraction feels like a transaction That’s why there’s an adhesive to enhance the attachment Graphic design becomes the premise of aesthetics It’s about having options besides debit or credit We either take that to the bank...percentage of interest But if you don’t fully want me, I become dismissive That’s what I’m working on, being responsible... Because if I don’t love myself, then no one else is comparable But no the matter the limit, you’re more than it amounts I can say how I feel, still come over unannounced Checks of balances, that’s the meaning of intent I keep coming back to you like a sequence of events (Chorus) Give me your time and I’ll give you my space Everything happens for a reason...fall into place Time spent well is time well spent I keep coming back to you like a sequence of events Give me your space and I’ll give you my time This won’t last forever...don’t fall by the wayside Time spent well is time well spent I keep coming back to you like a sequence of events (Verse) When a girl fucks around, she’s a slut and a whore Age ain’t nothing but a number, what’s 27 to 34? The gaps between us, a hop skip and a jump You age better overtime, I expire at 6 months Satin mat finishes, we’ll have a wedding If I can’t change your mind at least I’ll change your bedding Two heads to every monster...lenticular But if I draw the line somewhere its perpendicular You want some you time, I wanna spend time with you Instead of arguing, we see each point of view Open relationships, open communication So if I set the standard, don’t lower your expectations Cus you don’t wanna think I’m actually perfect So when I make mistakes, that means that you’re worth it Checks of balances, losing track of time we spent You keep coming back to me like a sequence of events (Chorus) Give me your time and I’ll give you my space Everything happens for a reason...fall into place Time spent well is time well spent I keep coming back to you like a sequence of events Give me your space and I’ll give you my time This won’t last forever...don’t fall by the wayside Time spent well is time well spent I keep coming back to you like a sequence of events
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(Verse) I’ve been alone most of my life, it’s nothing new People walk away before they walk in my shoes I’m bridging the gap with distance I feel complete in complete nonexistence I’ve always felt different but never one of the guys My boy Kleenkut says, “just take it in strides” I’m barely alive, terrified of chest pains Working two jobs for music, what’s my end game? I’m ashamed that I’m never gonna make it I either break the cycle or my concentration Mixing bad habits with high regards The spotlight’s on but it’s just a shot in the dark I’m sick and tired performing at open mics People coming up and saying “your set was really tight” Yo, I get it but I’m poverty stricken I get 75 dollars to pay for my prescriptions My dad says, “I don’t care about your music” So I lash out at mom being verbally abusive The lines been drawn, I can’t draw crowds Ironic…I make amends but I can’t make them proud Right now, I’m just trying to rhyme Fighting off chest pain, clocking in on time I’m a failure, beneath stages of grief I sing for the moment and pay dues every two weeks (Chorus) Day after day, time after time The life we lead, we leave behind Week after week, time after time The life we lead, we leave behind Month after month, time after time The life we lead, we leave behind Year after year, time after time The life we lead, we leave behind (Verse) I’ve been alone most of my life, it’s nothing new I didn’t get a raise and failed my crew review This life is hard, my parents don’t understand I can’t make progress having back up plans They want me to move up, I can’t let them down I’m meant to be on stage not in the background I work three jobs, can't work on my performance “Your financial independence is more important” Meet and greets won’t make ends meet I spend too much money on going out to eat It’s a struggle, my disorder comes in waves When I look at my stomach…I feel overweight Wait, false idols fall, you're all demagogues People show their true colors outside the work log I’m a work in progress, I feel stagnant My urge to connect supersedes need for attachment People love talking behind my back FUCK THE STOREFRONT! I'd rather just rap It's my craft, it's engrained as an artist Beats, Rhymes, & Life...that’s my cardiac compass Cus’ right now...I'm just borrowing time My dad's having chest pain, I don't know if he's fine I'm a failure, beneath stages of grief I sing for the moment and pay dues every two weeks (Chorus) Day after day, time after time The life we lead, we leave behind Week after week, time after time The life we lead, we leave behind Month after month, time after time The life we lead, we leave behind Year after year, time after time The life we lead, we leave behind (Verse) I've been alone most life, it's nothing new Fuck an M.O. I'm an MC through and through Everyday I wake up and wondering what I'm doing Asking myself, "is this really worth pursuing?" Day after day, I'm stuck in a rut I'd rather be a let down then say, “I've given up” Time after time, I make decisions... I don't wanna be heard, I want people to listen (Outro) Day after day, time after time... The life we lead we leave behind Day after day, time after time... The life I lead, I leave behind
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(Intro) When the clock strikes 12, hashtags commence You keep coming back to me like a sequence of events I'll tell me your story, take time in the morning No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring (Verse) I’m in the background...taking photos with a dark glare Sometimes my favorite place in the world is when you’re not there Refining...search engine optimizing I wake up every night just to see if light is shining The timing’s perfect...every moments on display I close my apertures in hopes they’ll capture brighter days In a dark web...this only happens for a second Accept message requests, accept the consequences We filter mediums, the magnitude of our words But to see you as you are is something you can’t converse I’m left speechless...only to see what’s been posted Scrolling past at first glance hoping they’ll take notice It must be hard, questioning if you’re worthy When being the most important’s has a false sense of security I’m laying in bed, but I’m also feeling drained If actions speak louder than words...fuck a title change Because I’ve spent more time on mentions & tagging Instead of expressing the pain from my grandpas passing So when the clock strikes 12, hashtags endorsing No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring (Chorus) The clock strikes 12, the clocks strikes 12 The clock strikes 12, take time for yourself The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12 The clock strikes 12, take time for myself When the clock strikes 12, hashtags commence You keep coming back to me like a sequence of events I’ll tell you my story, take time in the morning No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring (Verse) You’re in the background...taking photos with an affect Meanwhile I’m counting the days since my grandpa’s death I’m a mess...I need fuel for my engine I’m just following directions like a funeral procession Bad timing’s something that I can’t seem to grasp I’d rather let myself go than hold myself back I’m in a dark place, I need a silver lining I control my destiny but can’t control when I’m dying I have no filter...the magnitude of what I say Is buried underneath the urge to push people away So when I’m quiet...I get lost in my brain Relationships evolve, death I’m certain you can’t change It’s fucking hard...asking me if it’s worth it When the next best thing...really isn’t all that perfect I’m still in bed, my grandpas dearly departed The few times he opened up, taught me to be guarded Because I spent more time, mentioning assumptions Instead of getting the answers and “whatever it comes with” So when the clock strikes 12, mourning-morning No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring (Chorus) The clock strikes 12, the clocks strikes 12 The clock strikes 12, take time for yourself The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12 The clock strikes 12, take time for myself When the clock strikes 12, hashtags commence You keep coming back to me like a sequence of events I’ll tell you my story, take time in the morning No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring [x2]
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(Verse) The clock strikes 12, minutes to midnight I’m just staring at these dark blue skies to find some insight I don’t have much to offer when raising my voice But confronting demons is what I tend to avoid I feel lost...it’s easy to admit he’s dead Why take care of myself when I can stay in bed But what’s the difference…when he’s laying in a casket I guess we don’t die…we just take a leave of absence My girls jean jacket feels like it’s ripping She said “don’t wear your heart on your sleeve because it's fitting” I’ve been missing out on the things that matter most Like seeing close friends and family but I know that’s how it goes My grandpa’s dead…honestly it fucking hurts But to live my life…parts of me gotta die first When the clock strikes 12 with or without warning Everyday starts again, we’re midnight mooring (Chorus) The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12 The clock strikes 12, the hands overlap The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12 The clock strikes 12, there’s no turning back When the clock strikes 12, I can’t tell time So if I can’t take you back…I’ll take back what’s mine The nights just begun…I’m just reinforcing No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring (Verse) The clock strikes 12, minutes to midnight I’m staring into your hazel eyes to find some insights Cuddles relinquish, subtle glimpses, But if I keep repeating myself, my words diminish I feel lost…somethings I can't admit I don’t stay in the past... I just need to revisit But that’s differences between self love and loathing It’s easy facing my fears when you’re the one I'm approaching I’ve been wearing your clothing and I'm hoping it's for now But instead of hanging my head…I thought I wore you down It’s hard reaching out when I’m stretched too thin So I talk too much and avoid letting you in I guess I only speak and interrupt But it means so much when you tell me that “I’m good enough” You’ve stayed by my side and I act like I’m surprised When it’s hard enough to understand why my grandpa died I know he's dead...and I guess that’s unfair I can’t believe that he’s gone…but I believe why you’re there When the clock strikes 12, with or without warning Everyday starts again, we're midnight mooring (Chorus) The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12 The clock strikes 12, the hands overlap The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12 The clock strikes 12, there’s no turning back When the clock strikes 12, I can’t tell time So if I can’t take you back…I’ll take back what’s mine The nights just begun…I’m just reinforcing No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring [x2]
9.
(Verse) If time’s all we have...it’s a social construct Sometimes you need down time, sometimes our times up Every second counts because it’s formulaic But it’s easier to think before I speak than to say it Dark clouds keep my head in a dark place Until my explosions build up like an arms race I guess death inherently keeps you moving Even though my grandpas dead...I still wonder how he’s doing The heart dies but time is limitless We try increments but no one knows what that minute is I guess death is certain, I read the pamphlets We all live and die under different circumstances I’ve tried to cope but it’s easy when I’m arrogant Blaming myself, when there’s no way to prepare for this Dead at 85...I hope I get the same length of time but I’ll probably die due to carelessness Everyone says, “I’m sorry for your loss” But there’s so much to gain, can’t hold back the pain The clock strikes 12, midnight dwindles “Life’s a bitch, and than you die...” it’s just that simple (Chorus) One last breath, two parents by your side Three eras of law, four if my brother tries Category fives, six feet under Happy hour by 7 but you’re my 8th wonder Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10 The eleventh hour, I’ll never see you again I’m midnight mooring, it’s time to tell time 24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die (Verse) I watched my grandpa speak French with my Grandma Alice He had a strong grip even when his hands were calloused One kidney, surgical bypasses He never went to church...I always thought he was Catholic He taught my dad to be more patient Sometimes you don’t have to say much to have a conversation Never spoke out of turn...I remember still “Mill Bingo is my bag” became “Bingo is my bag Mill” Favorite ice cream - “no fucking strawberry” Belly by Dunkin’ Donuts filled with that rasp-jelly Loved watching tv...got lost in the glare I’m surprised the grim reaper got him out of his chair Still a lot to gain, can’t hold back the pain Whether I’m Owen DRENT...Claude’s still my middle name The clock strikes 12, it’s time to go to sleep Au revoir Claude Lefebvre...may you Rest In Peace (Chorus) One last breath, two parents by your side Three eras of law, four if my brother tries Category fives, six feet under Happy hour by 7 but you’re my 8th wonder Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10 The eleventh hour, I’ll never see you again I’m midnight mooring, it’s time to tell time 24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die
10.
Yo Honcho... I've been this emo rap thing the last two joints man Time to get some shit off my chest Clock strikes 12 It's time to count down Yo (Verse) If time’s all we have...it’s a social construct Sometimes you need down time, sometimes our times up Every second counts because it’s formulaic But it’s easier to think before I speak than to say it Dark clouds keep my head in a dark place Until my explosions build up like an arms race I guess death inherently keeps you moving Even though my grandpas dead...I still wonder how he’s doing The heart dies but time is limitless We try increments but no one knows what that minute is I guess death is certain, I read the pamphlets We all live and die under different circumstances I’ve tried to cope but it’s easy when I’m arrogant Blaming myself, when there’s no way to prepare for this Dead at 85...I hope I get the same length of time but I’ll probably die due to carelessness Everyone says, “I’m sorry for your loss” But there’s so much to gain, can’t hold back the pain The clock strikes 12, midnight dwindles “Life’s a bitch, and than you die...” it’s just that simple (Chorus) One last breath, two parents by your side Three eras of law, four if my brother tries Category fives, six feet under Happy hour by 7 but you’re my 8th wonder Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10 The eleventh hour, I’ll never see you again I’m midnight mooring, it’s time to tell time 24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die (Verse) I watched my grandpa speak French with my Grandma Alice He had a strong grip even when his hands were calloused One kidney, surgical bypasses He never went to church...I always thought he was Catholic He taught my dad to be more patient Sometimes you don’t have to say much to have a conversation Never spoke out of turn...I remember still “Mill Bingo is my bag” became “Bingo is my bag Mill” Favorite ice cream - “no fucking strawberry” Belly by Dunkin’ Donuts filled with that rasp-jelly Loved watching tv...got lost in the glare I’m surprised the grim reaper got him out of his chair Still a lot to gain, can’t hold back the pain Whether I’m Owen DRENT...Claude’s still my middle name The clock strikes 12, it’s time to go to sleep Au revoir Claude Lefebvre...may you Rest In Peace (Chorus) One last breath, two parents by your side Three eras of law, four if my brother tries Category fives, six feet under Happy hour by 7 but you’re my 8th wonder Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10 The eleventh hour, I’ll never see you again I’m midnight mooring, it’s time to tell time 24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die

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This album is the next chapter since 2016's "Fragments: The Walking Nightmare Trilogy". "SHARDS" continues to explore the themes of broken glass that plagued my life personally and creatively. I became one step closer to putting myself back together. "MIDNIGHT MOORING" is inspired by the death of grandfather, Claude Lefebvre in August 2018. My life was shattering and falling apart before my eyes, confronting death, diagnosed with shingles, and losing my grip on who I was. I'm thankful and forever changed by the relationships that allowed for healing during that time. I've learned that time is finite and not always accessible...we need to live for what we have left & spend it with the people who matter most.

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released May 31, 2019

RAPS: DRENT
PROD. BY: TONY MAHONEY
RECORDING + MIXING + MASTERING: DJ HEAD HONCHO @ DNGR. STUDIOS
CASETTE PACKAGING + DESIGN: DEEJAY KELLAN


This album was written and conceptualized during Winter 2016-Summer 2018.

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