Track 1of 14 'What Happened' from 'Shedding Light Shedding Skin' full download at http://shotstoppa.bandcamp.com/
"What happened to music that made it sound fake? Artists rise to the surface but no one can relate. He who writes lies does so to make himself sound great. Words I speak, are written like I'm sat in debate. Can't measure the meaning, true words carry the same weight. I'll share my portion 'till the food is equal on every plate we all have the same worth, same joy, same hurt, lifes gift with the curse, one heart on this path from birth to the dirt do we depart to another journey or back to the start. I won't judge anyones graft, anyones faith or any mans past, living at the same time, looking at the same stars, with good perspective improving on my own life, living in reflection, gifted hands hesitant to a poor mans emptiness.
See we're all relevant, pieces in a puzzle designed by elements, footsteps entwined pertain the evidence.
Are you willing to reach, or does your action stop as you end your speech?
Not just teaching. To create change you gotta move your own feet. In the right direction, one positive gesture will lead to another, spreading a smile like infection, life is not an inspection different spectacles same spectacle, which life is meant for you? Or which version of you is meant for life? Under no mask can you hide, know what lies behind. Fear yourself. Stop you trying.
This isn't me making orders, this is written to remind me of who I am and why I do this. Music has never been about power, having to win being scared to lose worried of what you're doing, having to choose and it definitely aint about getting respect from shouting abuse, who you tryna fool and what do you want to prove? I already know money is less significant than shit underneath our shoes, money is the biggest judge the most used drug, leading to other drugs, false love, the acceptance of one man ignoring another mans pain distracted by a chain as people sleep in the rain. Money taught man to be vain and where there is vanity lives no reality. Sold your soul, lost all sanity. Your money was sent to corrupt leaders as charity, see it can cure its own death, print more when there is nothing left, never be a slave to the queens head.
The beauty of existence, is that until your last breath you can forgive, change, re-address. The road to change aint a straight lane, change can bring pain, it won't be easy it shouldn't be easy if it was. What would be its meaning? It wouldn't have a feeling, leaving nothing to believe in.
This music is for you when I handed it free on the street bringing people together with words on a beat, I'm glad we could meet. And this is for you who I can see spittin live lookin into your eyes in the flesh."