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return to a distant sound

produced by Eiigo Groove/ written by Sol between 2017 and 2023

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Projects get to tore up
Gangsters don’t grown up
I never had to throw up
Im rapping like my fro back
I’m broke like the world view
But I still love you
Death of the cool
Turn a Jack to a S(u)n/S(o)n roof
I used to be nostalgic
Now im just around bitch
Catch me on rhombus
Opposites acute means I equal w what ishoot bitch
Ever seen the world in a poem? In a loose fit
That’s why I don’t talk no mo
How many acids did it take just last this
I used to pop xannys to the floor
That’s why I can’t feel you anymo’
I use to sip molly in cup
Days turn to years now what’s up
I haven’t been home in minute
I gave moreee than I can even give more
I lived the potluck queer interval
I never knew that this world kill my soul
I wasn’t innocent but I did have hope
Till I got laced now it is what it was
Years turn to fears but your dear to me still
Even when your old and you don’t know where to go
And we don’t know where to go
This is for my niggas outside all winter
This is for my aunties outside cooking dinner
This is for them granny’s out styling Anna Wintour
I’ wrote this for my mommas
I wrote this for my brothers
This is for my niggas outside all winter
This is for my aunties outside cooking dinner
This is for them granny’s out styling Anna Wintour
I’ wrote this for my momma’s
I wrote this for my brothers
This aint
what you think is
I’mma Chicago kid
I gotta rhyme like this
Backpack raps at a time like this
mr. president can you catch these hands
From a(trans)being (trans as in transgender/descendant of transatlantic slavery)
I mean I’m just saying
Jokes on you we still alive
But still deprived
They want us dead but at work
So we look to the divine
When we killed by 12
My skin is a curfew
My flesh is a virtue
I grew from the cookouts
The south is enroute
The bbq make ya wanna the mild sauce out
To englewood err body get they feet out
Old heads house heads two stepping to Murda she wrote
We Gotta up turn up soul oh heeyyy
My momma done raised me in a flooded home
The hooded doubt if you know what I’m about
I came from CTAs witout house
I failed the ACT but to move to New York
Now I’m a PhD candidate
If I make doctorate this for Denise, this for Jason, this for Kyra, and Eliijah, Marquis, Bobby Layla and Kendal, Denisha , Denzel, Tavelle, Titanea, Tatiana, De’ja and Tashanti and more i love you and more

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from Ordinary ᗡ​ɘ​lu​ƨ​ionƨ, released March 18, 2023

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Sol Patches New York, New York

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trans-woman
Experimental Audio Production
rapper, phd candidate, noise music. and more.

IG: @solcabrini

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