You need new frames ‘cause I just smashed your glasses.
Blowing out your brain, catch Jackie Onasis.
Syrup killing rappers, winning Darwin awards.
Dates open up when we go on tour.
Snatch the oil can, I think I’m kind of rusty.
Charlie Sheen, Twinnin’, when I’m down in Beluxi.
I know I can see the sun,
whatcha going to do when you can’t see none?
Your face is funny when you’re acting all surprised.
Roll down the windows, “kak kak kak”, pedal down,
Big League Chew, dipping, Blueberry Bonds.
220 Gym, juicing, get big and brawn.
You’re out of your mind, ‘cause your mind tries to make
Jesus ain’t on the other side of your sandwich.
Lettuce, tomatoes, and a whole lot of condiments.
Forty Psychic Frames, we be all up on this shit.
Trash talking motherfuckers from a year or so ago.
We be eating steak, bitch, and you be eating crow.
What you say I ain’t got no heart?
Goddamn! I’m all heart motherfucker!
What used to be here?
Looks like an Arby’s? Maybe a Hardee’s Skat-Thru?
Some place for a Saturday date night
lit by fast food menus.
I can hear you flick the lighter on and off, bored as shit.
“More Than This” by Roxy Music plays, you leave your
Something’s amiss: this crop of soybeans look Downy
Speaking of sick, you look like you’re about done with
done with me maybe.
Staring strange out the window, cagey shadows of ash
trees bringing back memories of Ashley.
Your sister died with your best friend
the Chevy Blazer tip-toe danced end-to-end.
They found teeth lodged in the skin of the seat.
A feint heart, effete wasn’t one you’d ever keep
yours is stronger than a current of
a thousand Cape Fear River creeks
All these turkey houses torn down
with rot aluminum rooftops
and mesh wire scattered over several plots
Where grass will lay waste to death, to tall weeds.
The fall leaves are best crunching underneath
your Nike SBs
“Close your eyes”
Rest your head up against the window
with your cigarette smoke while you
“Clear your mind”
I’m turning down this gravel road,
where the honeysuckle is overgrown.
“Close your eyes”
Don’t think, just breathe. Don’t flinch, it’s just me, just
“Clear your mind”
Finally some silence. I hope you like this.
God, I hope you like this.
Star formed from celestial dust
Eventually gets settled in the galaxy
It’s a must to trust the planets in its orbital domain
Gravity the same, the star’s name is the 40 Psychic Frames
We’ve experienced the trials and tribulations any band
worth it’s salt
Assaulting rap tracks without a fault line breaking our
or leaving dreams by the wayside
Brotherhood forged, sharpened, bonafide
Cross the sea of inactivity, we’re stepping up strong
To give you prophet and prediction,
manifested through song.
Leave regrets in the past, door closed
Ain’t got a plan for tomorrow, don’t know
what the future may hold
Step bold, none the less, pave the way to progress
No stress as we dish out the best
Warp nine to the system of rhyme
The sacred star shining bright as the planets align
I steer clear of shame, it don’t mean shit to me
it’s hard enough just being Scurvy D
If I let the little things keep me from peace
I’d never get nowhere and that’s no way to be
so I do it to the hilt with no personal guilt
Regret clouds the mind, play the hand you’re dealt
It’s all well and good to look to the past
but it’s just that and you can’t change the fact
that you did what you did, but you moved on through
with your friends and a brew
you gotta stay true
be who you are, by far, you’ll pick up scars
and live it large and you’ll handle the barrage
of things as they come
you can’t ever play dumb
make your own choice and stick to your guns
have a spot of fun
stand firm and never run
and when your life is done you’ll smile up at the sun.
released December 1, 2017
Features: Anthony Jackson, Wyatt Furtherton, Forrest Jameson, Scurvy D
Produced by: Wyatt Furtherton
Mixed by: Anthony Jackson