Losing It from Microcosms by Graphic Melee

A young man taught a boy. Made him hone his skill. Destined to make it happen. By age 5 he was getting ill. Skip the page to next decade if you will. The boy's making music using it to pay off all his bills. It's like a dream none of it seems to be real bout to holler at the one that taught him let him know he caught record deal that's when the bad news starts to spill. The day he turned 18 was the day he heard his mentor got killed. Friends since childhood. Came up in a wild hood. Portsmouth in the 90's but that's just life's timing. Used to kick it everyday til one moved away but sometimes paths split what more can I say. In time they grew apart just fell outta step. What's he up to now? Go get his number and check. Took too long make contact now there's no time left. Got pushed down a flight of steps and he fell to his death. Hearts connecting over heart failure. Settings now a hospital. Water color art there. Scent of rubbing alcohol in the air. Family locks eyes for the last time. Flat line as the doctor stares. Eyes rolling slowly into the back of her head. I love you should of been the last words that he said. Instead he's left with a memory what used to be a home as this growing man hits the road alone. And it goes on. Now a man with crazy hands creating jazz music in ways that you wouldn't understand. Swift like Jaco this funk apostle could handle any session catching work around the clock til boom a sudden rip into his tendons grips him deep inside his wrists til theres no chance of mending. The ending of the hands that made that old bass sing. A voice left quiet in the silence of those bass strings.

And I'm losing it. Not the one choosing this. My muse turned dark the relationships abusiveness. Never been new to this the same old tale. Losing everything around with out me fail. Losing it? Maybe I never had it. So use to working through the pain I feel like just an addict. Haunted by the ghosts all living my attic. I tried to ask for silence and I only got static.

Losing it like some house keys til I doubt these minutes testin my limits amount to more than me shouting at the top of my lungs when I've run out of options. I can't stop this rain from dropping but I can use my sound to move my mood around. Stand strong never see my tears pool on the ground. Hardship put hard grip on my path but I learned from every tragedy that gripped my past. So it's run, walk, or crawl til I draw my last breath.I gotta keep it moving whether it slow or fast. I'm rolling past more memories that hold me back. What's the reason that you think I wear only black? Seen too many cut down and they ain't growing back so when I spit these bars for em I ain't holding back. You showed me that my passion to compose these raps could decompose any pattern that they throw me at. Losing it then I found it. Climbing this like a mountain. A rocky landscape shapes the years I am counting, but every fall is followed by a climb to a higher peak. Moving on til the engine stalls and the tires leak. I am the definition of desiring to turn my losses into energy now firing the drive behind the audio sliding around ya body slow. Applaud worthy only in service of those I used to know.

And I'm losing it. I'm the one using this. Muse turned darkness into therapeutic truthfulness. Never been new to this. The same old tale losing everything around me with out fail. Losing it? Never knew I had it. Working through the pain I made music a habit. I'm chillin the ghosts all living inside my attic. We never heard silence we living inside madness.

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• underground hip hop
• Portland