New Scapes from New Scapes by Tapehead

Used to drag a roach when I was feeling broke and low,
But now I grab a pen and zone,
Rhyming off the dome,
Lost without no meaning there's no feeling in this toke,
Clouds of green, I'm barely dreaming,
Couldn't see through all the smoke.

Stole away my youth, I grew up without a clue,
Lost my hope in all the zoots, I was choking on the fumes.
I'm smoking on my own, I've forgotten how to cope,
If you're shotting something rotten then I'm copping on the low.
Plotting and I'm scheming for the cro I'm steady fiending,
Working for my earnings just to burn it the evening,
Easing my depression, never dealing with regression,
Turn my back on all my demons, rather live with the regret.
Keep on proving that I'm losing,
I'm moving fucking clueless.
I wasn't raised stupid, I'm a student of the music,
So why do I make movements to embrace hateful using,
Escapism laced with confusion.

He's hoping that something breaks through,
This pain's potent, his brain's stuck, in the same loop,
Chain smoking's a crutch, it only breaks you wide open,
Escapism never saved you.
Said at least I'm bunning zeds not a gret,
Much regret in his voice, and his lungs' upset,
Cause the skunk highs left scars, quitting's hard,
Cause I got nothing left, if I leave it in the past.
Life's been a path downstairs,
Full of scars, I'm aware how my frown now glares,
Just estranged, made insane, left my mind so deranged.
Temptation forced to remain.
Shame's really weighing on my brain,
I'm infected by strains, and I'm left in the haze each day.
I can't sleep, I don't dream,
I haven't been awake, can't see what you mean.

Floating in grass seas,
Oceans of class bs surround me,
Felt it drag me down, let it drown me.
I gave in, I gave up,
Take drugs, I'm enslaved by the papers and buds.
Fronting from the start, an escape made up,
But you're young and your trust see, it don't break much.
But you can't fake love, no matter how much I take,
It's still hate and disgust.
And I must confess,
I'm stressed and my chest's, infected with death.
Felt it spread through my head as I end the ten.
Pretending it's blessed, but I'm left depressed.
When the zeds less fresh, then I'm vexed with a gret,
And I might smoke one, then I'll text again.
Just depressed by regret.
I never smoked with friends.

I always grab a pen for my worst days,
Recently most days been cursed in the worst ways,
Hurt from my mistake,
It's just me on my own,
Writing poems as I zone, tryna see through the cro,
My eyes bleed from the smoke,
I tried peeking through tokes,
I know it's evil it won't,
Reveal the grief in my soul,
Just keep depleting my goals,
So let me speak from the dome,
Release this feelings to grow.

• 90's hiphop
• Conscious Rap
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• MPC2000
• Rap
• SoulFlips
• beatmaking
• boombap
• conscious hip hop
• jazzflips
• old school hip hop
• underground hip hop
• London