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If You Let It

by Wealthy Relative

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1.
back back back off it got the kombucha in the backpack pocket balk you walk and I can’t stop recalling that phone call that alerted me you’d fallen never gonna get back up never gonna learn that your faults can catch up Thursday night God turned the lights off October taught me how to cry no rewind no stop it rained on the night that you died — who’s gonna battle 64 pikachu now? who’s gonna listen to my new sounds? who can I shut the door and talk about my blues with? you were too new to quit I hope you’re moving with the ebbs and the flows of every unsung hero gone too soon cause that’s what you were to me perfectly missing unheard from, but I hope you’re listening cause you were worth a lot more than I think you thought taught me to teach and now look what I got: something so important screaming sports out a Ford Taurus wolf at the door, we both know the chorus I’m diving off a metal board into a wet horde of memories scorched by the cigarette burns in my dreams throwing rocks off the top of the world toss that disc, and show me how to talk to a girl slinging disses at each other cause didn’t matter know that you don’t believe but I know that I’ll see you in the after in the after
2.
Becoming 02:34
I wish that I was Patrick Danville instead I'm pulling cords on parachutes and finding anvils Off the roller coaster into the toaster oven A worn pair of pants makes a mournful dance for every button lost in the turbulence And I'll be sent where the words went when they were forgotten There ain't nothing stopping ka but flaws too often dwelt upon Heironymous Bosch, not posh spirit creature is a megalodon caught in an aquarium I pulled the polygon seeds from the trees and I buried them I'm very weary when the sun is gone rom sky I've denied god but only 2 times 3rds the charm right? Or is that when I strike out? I don't know, been shrouded in doubt since 13 I'm only human but I'm not sure what that means — picking at the glue between the seams of my dream journal see the turtle of enormous girth awake another day walking the earth that sits on his shell Listen well and we'll be well met Forget hell selling light remember white life don’t you dare bite into what you don’t need you’ve been lied to by the pied piper and his news on the TV we see what we would like to see but what will there be when man fizzles Not much of beat poet but I can scribble with the rest death is left to flesh and bone my soul knows no headstone left alone to meditate but you ain’t opening no chakra with some pot so Shut up I only got 2 eyes and they’ve been rolling back cause lately I’ve been knocking boots with lady luck matter of fact, I think that were in love so I’ll take her to the grave pace faithfully there ain’t nothing getting saved but songs played and made money one’s company, two’s all I really need three’s funny to a recluse and groups are tachycardia Mortal Dan's heart beats hard when art becomes Antarctica (Welcome to Iceland)
3.
Marooned 05:06
I’ve up in the sky like a bird or a plane or a… umm rocket falling from grace if there’s divinity in this situation I just can't taste it and I'll face it I was elated but stayed basic like 6 years wasted getting faded on a daily basis really wasn't worth it but it helped me learn that even if there is a path you have to give yourself a purpose because you’re my sister you’re my brother and I’ve never been above a single one of you or vice versa the earth hurts the worst when curse words encourage the urge to murder innocent laughter and I’ve been chomping at the bit to watch every last bigot's thoughts get straight shattered and after we pass event horizon captain of the ship arises from the ocean grave and lays down his plan to save the slaves of vice with no disguise curtain torn and thunder cracks the whip to break the lack of faith and open up these doubtful eyes no supplies needed where we're going I’m hoping to realign my spine with the promise that I’ve been holding onto for dear life yes I do get lost sometimes yes I want to stay lost sometimes I’m fine Yeah so fine dear life, I hope you last long enough for me to find an answer and feel fine before I die forget the pride, stay kind eliminating egos I’m living it up with nothing but the peaceful presence of other people and trying harder to stay legal we need an arbiter for the masses if we want to see the planet in a sequel and compromising doesn't make a situation equal if there’s an evil still creeping in the shadows I will challenge it to a battle of wits and toss it off the top of the steeple just to see if it can mingle with the eagles eager to dine with the devil embellishing hell with the Beatles still stuck in my head right? Beetlejuice thrice, never better off red dead redemption right? Dead Wrong, Hits From the Bong, and Junior Gong no longer on heavy rotation but I don't regret relation to the songs used to listen to them all night long got used getting stoned till I couldn't stay calm and wanted to call my mom and tell her that I was wrong about the universe and the source of my social issues I’ll gobble down a goblet of guilt while I’m living recluse and I’ve been living like a recluse yes I do get lost sometimes yes I want to stay lost sometimes I’m fine Yeah so fine since that day I measure my success With the amount of notebooks that I fill Relieve my stress by imaging I’m not real I’ll eat the purple pill I want a little bit of both But hope sinks When you drink to beat the thought of death (crush stress, crush stress, crush stress) I don’t wash my clothes until they start to smell Half the time that I’m alive I think I do believe in hell But the other half I’m apathetic and happy So what does that mean?
4.
you won’t find the line until you peel away the painter tape my patronus is a river not a snake, but I wrote this verse in Parseltongue and translated to English I think that I’ve been wishing for the wrong thing so bring this empty feeling when you let me out to howl at the moon because I’ve earned a set of wings but learned that I’m too terrestrial to spread them this head game is a wretched one I hope that Santa brings me happiness for Christmas I can’t stand winter haunted by a withered wish list And if nervousness was a person I’d hunt him down and kiss him on the lips just to see if that would freak him out and maybe he'd stop shitting on me I’m sitting here just pissing in the wind, too fondly but you’re listening so if you feel the rhythm step within the circle with me and shirk the fact that I’ve been wearing the same shirt for a week now and haven’t worn deodorant for months like: sanity for lunch toasted ego off the Bunsen burner paint the landscape like I’m Joseph Mallord William Turner the illest learner in the void of illustrator turned apathetic rapper only dressing dapper for graduations and funerals I think we can’t achieve the full potential of existence until after we decide that distance isn’t relevant is that too preachy? fine. I’m cheifing keen weed in the seat of a Lamborghini with a beautiful girl I treat indecently like she’s beneath me see what I did there? all gold chains? super hot fire? straight to your brain? your favorite rapper’s probably very uninspired but living in the limelight with no meaningful aim unless if I’m your favorite rapper (yeah right mane)
5.
overactive amygdala no monoscopic awakening shoulder frigid, exterior timid and facing total dejection i fly by side strafing any challenging connection wrecking balls hidden in the composition blessed with the reason that I’m even being vexed in the first place face pressed against the glass, stressed until it breaks in the worst way possible grazing like the rest of the cattle but pulse is racing like its rocket fuel over powered, over fed, and over medicated quick to pocket false jewels and I’m foolish cruising straight into the obstacles knocking over problems not stopping but I got another bruise it's a cyclical muse and I’m exhausted but I can't fall through to the domain of that postmaster stork or pelican innocence is foreign at this point, hindered development apathetic creatures form choices but not the elements they're made of and yeah, I revel in my existence but the game of death is becoming an elephant and I’m afraid of letting it out of the cage because we run from what we don't want what we're afraid to confront what happened to the positive so underwhelmed with what we're feeling compared to what we felt the exact opposite of staying healthy the drugs aren't harmless and the riches aren't wealthy you're running out of space and the possessions aren't helping
6.
Boxing With 02:40
so check it I’ve been sleeping with my clothes on melatonin overdose eloping with cold glass of water till the souls gone I put hope on the pedestal i’s peddling to heaven again and I don't really know what I represent directly but I know they won’t be embedding my sexiness into stone so move to it if you think you have the answer to the riddle fate will fiddle with the rest the proof is in the prose, and death is up next a raving mad rapper with a silver tongue surfing on the essence of the sun with crescent moon as the crest on the chest over my lungs festering wounds sit at the bottom of the bottle but fire water will teach you how to waddle like an automatic reflex and he's next to rise up out the ashes like a phoenix the world inside these beats is the Earl to my Toejam programmed to hold hands and dance passionately to the slow jams you don't know where Dan’s been man overboard sort of left unsorted my warden wearing dormant coat of polish and that's a warning to those who want to stall the abolishment of the inequality so please be seated I’m leeching my philosophy you best believe that I’ll be seeding too a virtual person without the urge for more Youtube views we can smoothly move through and beyond every single popular song, because it's not for you that I’ve been writing all night long I’m finding comfort in absolving all the wrongs with the sounds head in the clouds, but feet are planted firmly on the ground these yellow teeth will never keep me from releasing what's been holding me down forget the damn crown I don't need to lead a crowd to speak out loud define pride, I destroy proud people not the opposite of evil but I hope I’m not the bad man in The Sad Story of an Astrological Sign I just haven’t felt the same since the day that he died
7.
eternal spring, safe haven made of grass foundation is the drum break pluck another wing off of your back for collection plate passed that’s the spirit of our mass white flag hung at half mast gonna take it down tomorrow put perfection in the past take as many moments as you need to reminisce on what didn’t last I think that memories get hungry too I fed my frailty and starved the skinny pimp didn’t notice in my teens that I was walking with a limp slipping in and out of dreams slipping in and out of lucid lines functioning fine and usually waking up in time to forget to watch the news on the TV to take notice when you show me what you need from me to ebb and flow with the molecules of the stars and the seaweed I swallow greif as if its sushi and I'd like to think he knew me better than anyone I’ve ever met before whether or not since then I’ve turned the knobs to a lot of doors some with paradise in store and some are too forlorn not to lock back up and toss the key past my teeth and I'll swallow in a stock room full of good feelings and bad relief I think I need a chance to listen to insecurities cause every anti-hero has been feeling like a peer to me I'm K, I'm Don Quixote, I'm the Stranger Strayed away from home, cold feet, facing danger you cant cauterize an open wound with apology but I'm sorry never meant to build these walls but I’ve realized that they are me never meant to build these walls but I've realized that they are me I never meant to build these walls now and for a while at least I found relief in that book you borrowed me about neurology and Buddha and soothed the beast a bit to lose the pukey feeling used to lucid dream about being able to fly now I’m staying grounded plucking out the feathers trying not to cry just focus on your breath death has no motion god is the weather towards both you’re approaching neither is better so just be thankful that they let you slide use every panic attack as a reminder that you haven’t yet died I’m alive and that’s just fine no pride a lot of remorse the flowers wilt but we stay on course no pride a lot of remorse the flowers wilt
8.
I brush my teeth to the beat when I’m in my bathroom And the rhythm's what I use to nurse all the stab wounds there wont be a movement if you don't move and you better do it soon cause your lungs wont last that long gonna crash through to the great black nothingness back in company of a succubus stuck without accomplice up in couldn't stop anonymous, honest, we got no love just lust and busted open ribs you don't want to fuck with us just listen how I chop and cut the contents of my cupboard up vocal Vonnegut gobbling thoughts and vomiting lyrics up until my guts are touching every inch of the page and you can hear my spirit pacing in its vessel no matter your age I wrestle with the recluse life and the aim to be famous but stuck inside a cage roll the dice and watch the change in status never basic no fade cause we don't play that game that you've been slanging man no vices invade my castle but the ones that I already have so glad so disastrous verses written in 3D, we don't need glasses kill the class caste got the gas your gonna bring the matches eating captain crunch and watching captain planet I never hear no gats clapping but I’m never lacking action crafting mad art till my face turns blue but the true artists don't ever cash in I curse currency you've stacking and the ladies they aren't batting lashes cause I’m weird as fuck and if the opportunity happens I never jump at it just my luck, I made a habit of living under the mattress stuck in the serenity of total detachment and if Satan steps my way with my scepter I’ll stab him in the face wait never paid no fame great grades you don’t know the name so strange I’m seeing stars and haven't even made a start yet bleeding something awful pull the heart up off the carpet like I’m gonna make it so, so far with this garbage screen friends eating digital dreams but they are nothing but a little carcass got a lot of cash but your influence is harmless to those that grow old without gold flow as a target river shark spirit need no money I’m an artist playing her vertebrae like it’s a harp course charted star gazing got my mouth gaping on the roof of the apartment no relation to the popular kids I’m being honest parted from my creations I'd be gone with the wind no drama caught you cowards looking yellow like its jaundice wealthy relative so infamous but not wanted for the content stream of consciousness isn't any less haunted than the bongs you rip causing problems with all of the songs I spit so open and sing along with it get real got my doctorate in dealing feelings and reading the blank stares so heal your ignorance and listen to the wisdom of the little kids and their innocence isn't anything better than that path no need to do the math don't see the reason in facts if you haven't lost your grasp on the past tilt your skull back and just laugh
9.
I’m only clean when I’m dirty hope I make it thirty but no promises Mom because my sun is setting early and I’ve been waking up late fate faded in the shuffle too nerdy for the heavy drugs and the hustle I’m hurting for a hug shoving love into the devils retinas never regretting the struggle cause I’m better for the trouble that I’ve hurdled my personal bubbles waning the black rain’s easier to face when you can crane your neck and see someone that cares so never fear the solitude because the solidarity's there stoke the spark and move your oxygen into the frozen air feel the flame embrace you the flagrancy is evident and nothing can erase it now there’s an elegant relativity every human can feel it and I believe that if we think about each others feelings and abolish greed we can free our minds it wont be easy but its worth a try taking super steep steps one demon at a time and if you make it to the top there’s nothing better than the climb you can see it in their eyes when they smile there’s something beautiful about the innocent happiness of a child its wild and its fleeting but ill be young forever like greeting death with a grin cause listening to preaching wont absolve you from you're sins but I'm not positive on what will so I still thank you for the pain you cause it reminds me that I can feel on the stairway to heaven I slipped on a banana peel licked the gravel and it tastes so real stealing glances at her meal but I never had the chance to taste it I’m window shopping for enlightenment facing the basic fact that a heightened existence probably isn't living in my pipe or in my pencil so no reckless endangerment this bodies not a rental
10.
Now I'm taking animation classes and skipping half the other ones Every canvas I complete becomes a bastard son of mine I'm Sweet JP, and this pencil is my redline I'm reading Stephen King and eating bean burritos missing free throws since the third grade Exceptional mind plagued by a heart born broken a dragon to chase and a lot of cognitive farts But hey All I really want is time to cook some eggies and to store the scenic memories in front of all the bad ones and to spill some art from out the windows of my noggin plates And maybe go on a date or two Is that harsh? Nah dude I didn’t think so So don't start at me with that sharp tone in your voice cause you've hogging your free choice and taking it for granted I say to the eyes planted on mine From opposite side of the mirror I'm seeing clearer since I bought The Fabric on iTunes And went to Canada To hear the loons howl at their maker breakfast for dinner provided by a Quaker not the best test taker but I made it in to college so please do me a favor And leave me here molt my whole coat of feathers on the paper So it goes, So I float With the weather as a wisp of a vapor Swimming in the moat cause I got banished from the castle But I'd rather be napping at home it's not much of a hassle You can catch me in the midst of an existential battle in the parking lot of rainbow Nibbling on an Asian pear in no name clothes and writing strange prose Later I'll be sitting on the John, reading a 2012 Juxtapoz I'm about get on my Andre Breton on I need a partner to complete the second part of this exquisite corpse that I've drawn Sometimes I wish I had a prawn arm Sometimes I wish I could fall off the grid and grow a kale farm But as for now I'm contented by the Parmesan on my pizza I think my rapper persona is Wiz Khalifa’s evil twin I think the sauna in my friend's basement is almost as cool as my friend I know now that that the end of a story means the beginning of another and life is circular so you will always be my brother
11.
Water 03:30
Stoke the fire with that worn out stick and soreness lifts from broken limbs phantoms stand on land to find an answer that doesn't exist lift raise lift, lungs expand inside those lazy ribs to build and break the pressure till the effort is too much to give a simple splintered spirit breaks in half when wind shifts phasers switch from stun to existential moment and I’m sick in stomach swollen from swallowing stoic potion no coast to boast, but we’re not oceanless in Minnesota Dove into a frozen vat of answers left unspoken body in ruins, I can't control the toll that has stolen from me my fluids so tell me what are we creating when we're faded living on a thread of my unkempt tendons, once mended by the understanding faces of the people in my life keeping strife in the center of the target but I’m throwing left handed planet taken for granted by seven billion people venom secreted by vanity is never lethal but that needle hits the skin and you can feel that it is evil and now my teeth are full of gravel got a steed without a saddle and I’m armorless in uphill battle straddling a canyon between chaos and order I’m over the border and sort of torn looking for a lord to sort it out so full of doubt and strife but I never act on it cause my dad taught me that its not right -- we fight fire with facts, so who's laughing attack with happiness and a knack for causing positive reactions and I’ve become accustomed to a lazy agent invading my castle couldn’t tell you how it happened but uncaging the animal is half of the battle loosening vices like its cattle to the slaughter so take another step towards paradise and dive into the water

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released November 24, 2014

written and produced by Wealthy Relative
recorded, mixed and mastered by Sleepy E
track 4 featuring Sleepy E
track 10 produced by Louie Christ
art and design by Dan Forke

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