Finally my eyes open, I was hoping/
To see the light of day but noticed it was still night/
I lay, strangely, on the floor, while staring at the ceiling/
Trynna make some sense up out this evening, shaking out this feeling/
That, everything feels different, I stand up/
Light-headed, put my hands up and wipe my face, trynna think/
of everything I did, how much I drank/
or was there something with my weed that has me feeling out of place?/
I take a breath in, looked over to my desk and/
Saw my pen and pad that's dripping ink, which made me question/
Did I really get that lit while I was trynna unwind?/
And fell asleep at my desk while I was writing some rhymes?/
Again I'm wiping my eyes, so I can read what I had penned/
Imagine my surprise to find that every time I blinked/
What was scribbled down with ink, would change again and again/
Damn, this shit is trippy, I leave my room to get me/
some fresh air, instead my door lead to a familar room/
Filled with sounds of music and the scent of perfume/
Then I saw her, she was sipping on rye/
She placed her lips on mine it tasted like, whiskey and lime/
I knew that this was in my head and all was not what it seemed/
When I heard the radio play Radio by Emily King/
The end of 2016, and I'm still having these dreams/
About the last bit of time I got to spend with Ms. Heather Greene/
I blinked and she was gone again, I looked around/
To see just where is it now that my mind has taken me while wandering/
It seems I've fallen in, a place inside my mind/
Where exists no space and time, just, people that I miss/
I see my big homie from back since we were little kids/
Chillin' by his silver celica always parked outside his crib/
"You look the same." "And you're looking old."/
First words we exchanged before walking up the road/ and
taking a stroll down, memory lane/
Homie, ever since you died, man, my head ain't the same/
My heart is so heavy, and my sleep patterns changed/
I hate, going back home and sometimes hearing your name/
And seeing all the trash n' broken glass in the same alley way/
That we'd always ride our bikes down when we would go out play
I've thought about you a lot, just wanted to say/
That I wish I was there that night your shooter took you away/
Not that I coulda changed anything, I've come to accept that/
Death's grasp was your fate and I could never bring your breath back/
I just wish the reason's different for why you might've died/
I just wish I could have been close to you and by your side/
I wish I was there for you, no reply/
You stare back at me with these empty and open eyes/
That silence hurts my soul more than you'll ever know 'cause/
I can never imagine how you'd reply when I never said goodbye/
Every time I dream of you, it ends with frozen silence/
It all turns to nightmares and I wish for open eyelids/
To stop me from seeing, what always comes next/
Those bullets enter and exit from the side of your neck/
credits
from Chamomile,
released August 8, 2017
Produced by Steez
If you were a fan of the production work Steez did on here, be sure to check out his first release called Bless. He's working hard on some new music that is really going to showcase his range. Ahnom
You can't go wrong with Oddisee. Everything he has made is amazing. If any rapper has influenced me the most recently, it's hands down Oddisee. If I could be half as good as an MC as he is... Ahnom
Tope is a local hero to me from the Portland rap scene. To be real, I don't follow the local scene here too hard, but Tope will always be an artist I think of when someone mentions Portland. Ahnom