DRENT: (1st Verse) I never lost touch, ya don’t got the nerve to say “I front” when I stand behind my words Providence music isn’t seen/scene as a force We support local music, “with local support” Venues close now and then everyday Past and present tenses ask whY I’d pay to play If I sell more tickets, am I less artistic? Drawing closed caskets, opening for business The death of an artist, living out life Running out clocks only chasing dreams at night When my times up, I’ll be six feet deep So it don't even matter if I get enough sleep There’s a two way street, I walk alone With beauty of fair Greece, grandeur of old Rome No smoke and mirrors, better stay clear I’ll make it big after I fucking leave here I’m from a state, excessive budgets Was born in Providence, raised in Pawtucket Broke, expensive tastes, no tax breaks Just spending time being such products of waste I CAN’T sell out, within high demand Low expectations don’t sit well where I stand SOUNDING INSINCERE critical reception Why pay to perform, crowds don’t pay attention Hi, my name is, they ask for recalls I don’t call back, I clap back fuck your applause Down with the cause….no cause for concern Kleen’s lyrical law, I’m retaining the firm I’ve learned those who respect you the most Don’t give higher praise but speak on the low EDGAR ALLENS AVE…ASK DRENT DIRECTIONS YA’LL POST PRODUCTION…I’M PASSED PROGRESSION (CHORUS) Edgar Allens Ave, Poetic Indifference ILLITERATE WORDSMITHS, Musical Instruments Poetry Isn't A Purpose But A Passion Life Speaks Volumes Our Words Mean Actions Edgar Allens Ave, Intricate Synthesis Magnificent Vigilance, Artistic Dissonance Poetry Isn't A Purpose But A Passion Life Speaks Volumes Our Words Mean Actions Kleenkut: (2nd Verse) After eulogies, I wrote suicide notes Disgusting and gross, even poe's raven wouldn't quote Descriptively told, I can't see growth but self loathe Mistreatment of my soul, forming poltergeist from ghosts. Before I know, writing and lyrics were mystery Dug into history and found writers misery Why avoiding inefficiency stops frivolous prompts And proper response determines the unorthodox Was touched once figuring rap does much of what I was missing and such, simply wasn't enough So made the most, did my best, efforts to impress And not jest to nod heads in approval like saying yes I wasn't non sense, approached emcees and hard topics Compose letters into words which weren't mnemonics First everyone marveled then ate it up like food toppings Until hitting hardships and I lost confidence Providence, where I'm raised and uphold regardless When absent, people forget what you've accomplished Established with lines sharper than swords samurais swung Slain emcees, why they call me "Kleenkut" Now they look at me and don't remember my name How am I unfamiliar yet still look the same? Ashamed at the world for disregarding, set aside And at myself for dropping the ball instead of rhymes. Frustrated at the scene which left me behind Then has the audacity to not progress or even thrive I died years ago mics cracked on stage But returning to feedback is a spit in the face Others claim, I didn't have what it takes, now I shake Funny, words which made me change are ones I didn't say I'm upset and distraught at cold shoulder rejection But the beat from this lion's heart demands to be respected (CHORUS) Edgar Allens Ave, Poetic Indifference ILL-LITERATE WORDSMITHS, Musical Instruments Poetry Isn't A Purpose But A Passion Life Speaks Volumes Our Words Mean Actions Edgar Allens Ave, Intricate Synthesis Magnificent Vigilance, Artistic Dissonance Poetry Isn't A Purpose But A Passion Life Speaks Volumes Our Words Mean Actions (OUTRO) Edgar Allens Ave, feeling like we're stuck It's just no matter what...it's never enough Edgar Allens Ave, when everyone disappears We'll leave spoken words to fall on deaf ears

Kleenkut: (Verse 1) I go to bed dreaming I'd win world titles Proving significance, while also feeling vital Transcribe my story forever like musical vinyls They call me suicidal for following my idols I also go to bed dreaming of rocking stages Performing many places, filling passport pages Sensationalized for ages, immortalized, ageless Never nameless, not stopping until I'm famous So I'm chasing greatness, becoming disciplined Courageous, inspired, exponetially limitless Vigilant victories are considered legitimate Like undefeated boxers I have no equivalent. Unlimited principles I've learned, exhibited Practiced infinite, punches and rhythm simulate Vast differences between interested and immersing Reaffirming curving paths hurting us but deemed deserving Some say I'm articule, I have ways with words Instruments left marks, calligraphers engrave earth Despite wearing gloves how samurais wield blades? Synchronized and at peace like heavenly horns play Others say I'm conflicted that I just want it all Starting wrong makes passions seem stalled In my 05, after long days and short pay Sitting in drive ways, hoping it'll be okay? Wish and pray, for development and resolutions After driving myself to reap plentiful resititutions My favorite cd blasts, I grip the wheel tighter To be the come back kid, I have to be a fighter But lately, I've put my hands up With trust, hoping, they'll minimize being judged Been day dreaming to turn it around instead Realizing I'd run circles trying to wake the dead. (CHORUS) Puts me Toe To Toe with who think they know me best Toe To Toe when they don't have to live with my regrets I'm Toe To Toe with no apologies for my beliefs becoming everything everyone said I couldn't be [x2] Kleenkut: (2nd Verse) It's puts me Toe To Toe, longer than I intended My intention wasn't making everyone feel offended Worried or apprehensive, critical and argumentative I'm only attempting to get cemented as a legend In the same sentence as Nas or Ali And no body is stopping me, nor reshape what I believe These things are ingrained more than people think Maybe thats why emcees should write with red ink? Maybe thats why fighters use red gloves? Cause to step up, you give every ounce of your blood Stems from pain after tears of sweat you're drained Still nothing gained, skills pay bills but nothing's paid Exhausted from constant negative thoughts causing Me to get in my own way, feeling self conscious Now my hands fill pockets, they can't hold weight When called great, I'm stuck focusing on mistakes (CHORUS) Puts me Toe To Toe with who think they know me best Toe To Toe when they don't have to live with my regrets I'm Toe To Toe with no apologies for my beliefs becoming everything everyone said I couldn't be [x2] Kleenkut: (3rd Verse) I'm stressed and depressed from hands being used less Goals I've set, weren't meant, I'm feeling useless My epiphany is life's beauty is simplicity Every day's a fight, I'm shadowboxing victories It's only right, I spend time shaping my history Cause otherwise I'll spend an after life in misery It's why I wake up, every morning with a plan Cause sadly these problems don't go hand in hand (CHORUS) Puts me Toe To Toe with who think they know me best Toe To Toe when they don't have to live with my regrets I'm Toe To Toe with no apologies for my beliefs becoming everything everyone said I couldn't be [x2] (It puts me Toe To Toe)

Kleenkut: (1st Verse) From a far, I saw a woman in a white dress and fell hard Called her a thief and told her cause she stole my heart Funny gestures turned into romance, rejection as her lover But the right combination unlocked the talk to get her number I was confident and slick, smooth and cocky, moves were sick We hit it off quick, no problems in the way we clicked It was a synch, so much I won't forget how it went on She isn't easy but it wasn't hard to get along. After great first impressions, we met and, it was dope She had a way of making fast nights pass by slow I adored her glow, illuminated darkness like a star Where I went, I ruminated so I knew she wasn't far Struck a chord tugging my heart, hoping no wrong I'd do And our music was tandem, feeling vibes sync in tune. I grabbed a hold of whatever it was, love or care We complimented each other like the sax here does the snare DRENT: (CHORUS) Time is of the essence, the clock is ticking You're always on my mind like wishful thinking Never enough time for us to consume Set the clocks back, TWO MONTHS...TOO SOON [x2] Kleenkut: (2nd Verse) While it was great, something turned around and changed When she mentioned we shouldn't go on anymore dates. She needed space, easy became complicated to explain Inside my brain, didn't refrain from thinking insane It was harmonious the way how palms slid across arms Gently up and down sides, pulling closer kept her calm But parsimonious from constant jabs alluded Being elusive our chemistry reformed as confusion Making excuses didnt make it work, it made things worse Hurt her when I lurked misunderstood our self worth Put myself first, when she exercised, asserted her words Felt cornered, concerned like I was being treated like dirt Things just didn't seem fair, we were a pair I'd despair when I realized things weren't even and square I may have over thought her care and underplayed my cards So many dumb decisions made by someone so smart DRENT: (CHORUS) Time is of the essence, the clock is ticking You're always on my mind like wishful thinking Never enough time for us to consume Set the clocks back, TWO MONTHS...TOO SOON [x2] Kleenkut: (3rd Verse) It's tough accepting, when you're ignorant and sensitive But now the reason you're sitting here regretting this That's the biggest lesson, when you notice you're defensive and You're hurt beyond belief without the sense to comprehend it yet Feeling dilapidated, aggravated, we weren't a fit Relationship was toxic, to each other, we were sick Fighting at the same time every night like a pattern Running circles around the planet like the icy rings of saturn I'm not gonna sit here and badger, bash her, or be a bastard Our hearts matched at one point and both chased after The love you see in movies...if it exists, you're unsure As if the person sitting next could be the ending to your search When personalities clash, the song you hear's no longer magic You push away from each other like same polarity magnets. With her, I couldn't stop it...my emotions conflicted logic Thought processes made me feel like I was heartless That day, the sunset, on the hilltop before I know The white dress I fell for turned into a black coat. Ignoring the cold snap, I figured, why not try again? Then I remembered it was tough believing she was genuine When you fall for someone, you rationalize your love Though difficult to manage without establishing a trust Dark skies became endless, with questions of good and evil it's still hard to accept we're completely different people DRENT: (CHORUS) Time is of the essence, the clock is ticking You're always on my mind like wishful thinking Never enough time for us to consume Set the clocks back, TWO MONTHS...TOO SOON [x2]

DRENT: PROVIDENCE, CITY OF POLITICS FEINSTEIN JUNIOR SCHOLARSHIPS, SINGLE MOMS…DOUBLE SHIFTS WORKING OVERTIME, WORKER’S COMPENSATION LEGISLATION OUTPOURS, INCOME VERIFICATION REPARATIONS DEMANDED, EMPTY HANDED THE TABLE’S TITLED, THE POVERTY LINE’S SLANTED GOVERNMENT’S LEADERLESS AND SELF-ENLISTED YET CONSTITUENTS CAN’T GET FEDERAL ASSISTANCE MINIMUM WAGE, INADEQUATE/STAGNANT SADLY FOOD PANTRIES BECAME KITCHEN CABINETS COST OF LIVING, DISGUISING FREE WILL STRIPPED OF OUR RIGHTS, BUCK NAKED AMONG WOLVES KILL THE WOLF IN SHEEP’S CLOTHES, PROTECT THOSE SWORN ADDRESSING SITUATIONS, UNAWARE OF THE UNIFORM BADGES OF HONOR, BLUE WALLS OF SILENCE SOLID STATES OF MIND BEHIND SOLITARY CONFINEMENT CONFINED TO RED LINE DISTRICT NINES DEMOCRACY SITE-SEES, JUSTICE BLURS LINES EYE WITNESS ACCOUNTS, BLIND EYE PARADOX 911 IS A JOKE, ONLY THEY CALL THE COPS HOW MUCH A DOLLAR COST, THE 1 PERCENT UNDER THE WATCHFUL EYE OF THE DIVINE PROVIDENCE COGNITIVE DISSONANCE, COGNITIVE DISTORTIONS IS IT ALL OR NOTHING OR HOW I’M BEING POISONED? (CHORUS) "They say we can't beat em then join em...we say fuck that if anything destroy them" -T [x4] Kleenkut: This world is constantly at war within itself Explains many praying to heaven when living hell Force fed propaganda for distasteful discussions Round the family table consumption of fabricated substance Leaves us loveless, disturbed by deconstructions Think about something, who saved lives with share buttons? Subjects chewed, swallow but cannot digest Like captured insects trying not to pest Personal venom injects, make topics less dense Cause the world's a spider, we're caught in the world wide web Witnessing discrimination in forms of deaths and arrests Racism set, faulty judgements, forthright contempt It's inhumane fighting suited men covered in swine But if I turned my head too, I'd see how justice is blind This country isn't free under dictating decrees Labelling their enemies choosing to disagree Shouldn't we follow leaders progressing social betterment? Fuck if trump's president, I'll revoke my residence Bigotry, segregation, envoking what violence is Thats the epitome of hitler's raging white entitlement Neglecting our potential to eliminate evil We benefit from bridges instead of walls between people But it's hard when drowning in voices and static noises Should have warrants for attempted murder how I'm being poisoned (CHORUS) "They say we can't beat em then join em...we say fuck that if anything destroy them" -T [x4] DRENT: THE GREAT AMERICAN GHOST LURKS BELOW BELLY-UP-RISING…AMERICAN NERVOSO IT TAKES A TOLL, SELLING YOUR SOUL FOR HOURLY RATES FULLY DEDICATED YOURSELF TO HALF OF WHAT YOU MAKE Kleenkut: Slavery sill exists, it's called minimum wage we're only a barcode that's translating our names DRENT: WHY WORK FOR A CHECK…IT’S A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT SAME PAY DIFFERENT DAY…FUCK BEING CONSISTENT I’M ASKED DO TO MORE THAN MOST PEOPLE COMBINED HOW AM I CLOCKING IN, I’M RUNNING OUT OF TIME IF TIME IS MONEY, MY PAYCHECKS INADEQUATE I DON’T KNOW THE FULL STORY…I’M PAID HALF OF IT Kleenkut: where customer's need super sede my feeble matters and I'm stuck speaking faster or cleaning fecal matter contorting my body to fit physical peaking hours stepped on, bottom of this stupid and measley ladder It's killing me, no way I'll take this job seriously makes my life hurt, love it? Are you fucking kidding me? DRENT: THE AMERICAN DREAM, MY EYES ARE WIDE AWAKE WE WORK OUR WAY UP, ONLY TO FALL FROM GRACE Kleenkut: What happens if we disregard lives, Active minds? Treat people like robot made in assembly lines Set the standard, properly wear black suit and ties same attire at funerals, working until we die "They say we can't beat em then join em...we say fuck that if anything destroy them" -T [x8]

DRENT: I HAVE AN EATING DISORDER, I OVEREAT I LIKE CHICKEN AND PORK BUT I DON'T EAT BEEF I LOVE CHEESE BUT SOME FROM A GOAT MAKE ME FACEBOOK POKE, STICKING FINGERS DOWN MY THROAT THAT'S HOW IT TASTES IF THAT WERE THE CASE I PROJECT MY FEELINGS INTO AN OVAL SHAPED SPACE MY LIPS SIP AND ATE, AN AWKWARD PACE PULLED PORK, DIDN'T MAKE THE HATE SEPARATE SO I MASTURABTE AND DISCONNECT THE TWO STICKY FINGERS GO HAND AND HAND WITH FINGER GLUE OPEN MY EYES, CLOSED CASKETS TIGHT BAKING FLOUR...LVING PROOF OF GRAVE SITES BREAD LEVENS IN SAID FORMATS DEFEATED, MISTREATED, FEELING LIKE A DOORMAT SHE GETS WET...I'M CUT AND DRY WHEN I DIE, SLICE MY WRIST WITH A PIECE OF THE PIE Kleenkut: My eating is too heavy just for my metabolism Too much can weigh on more than my conscious decisions Protein digests my brain until theres no left overs With every bite past my limit I find death creeping closer Sneaking in kitchens for chicken, cooks up guilt As thick as thighs, wings and fingers, spread wide til I noticed could be why I run from all my problems? Getting deep fried or grilled fills you up from starving Unmotivated and lethargic, parched hearts yearn starch Instead of ketchup, it's ranch or mayo, plus some salt On potatoes mashed or baked, never serve cold Best spuds you know are crispy brown or yellow gold Like on tv, expected to be boss with smoke and gloss But never compare to a great pasta dish with sauce Gemeli twist forks fettucini in a bowl I hate how good tasting food takes such tolls DRENT: CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME, “CREAM” ESSENTIAL FOOD GROUPS ARE PYRAMID SCHEMES FRUITS OF MY LABOR SPENT WHAT I ATE I’M LIVING LIFE IN A VEGETATIVE STATE FULL OF PISS, VINEGAR, FRIES AND MALT MY SELF PITY MARINATES IN GRAINS OF SALT HATE MY FIRST LOVE, STILL FEEL GUILT UTTERING/UDDER-ING HER NAME, I CRY OVER SPILT MILK HEDGES BETWEEN KEEPS FRIENDSHIPS GREEN IF THE TRUTH BE TOLD, DON’T SPILL THE BEANS I THINK I’M FAT, LOSE WEIGHT TO GAIN GROUNDED SIX FEET DEEPS, HOW I STEAK/STAKE MY CLAIM Kleenkut: Look I don't even see food but I always love water Refreshing in both languages, helps being a talker Can't help refrain my crave for normally bland grains And a real pain, how plain I prefer plantains Picky particular, spuradically keeping it same Such waste, like pouring orange juice down drains Smooth like belgian waffles topped with montequilla Or sometimes cheesy like hot pizzas or quesadillas Inconsistant routines move me en mi cocina es mi vida, If you don't like it, well I wouldn't want to be ya Apparently you see I carefully chew each piece. This must be what they mean when they say "you are what you eat" DRENT: CO-WORKERS LOVE TO SAY “OWEN YOU’RE GETTING BIGGER” BUT A SKINNY WAIST DOESN’T MAKE MY SKIN THICKER I SEE MYSELF AS UNAPPEALING IT PAINS ME TO SAY YOU’VE HURT MY FEELINGS I WORK AT AN ALL YOU CAN EAT CONTEST “REDUCED GUILT” INCREASES MY GUILTY CONSCIENCE GOOD DECISIONS/BAD TIMING IF MY HEART WEARS A SLEEVE, WHY’S MY STOMACH HIDING? Kleenkut: What odds, I'm born with a disorder no one ever heard And most of the time I explain, I can't even pronounce the word Never mind fathom cures, no ones that empathetic Imagine going through life feeling everyone's sympathetic Pathetic and tragic, how I'm harmfully bandaged, From unnoticed and progressive neurological damage Live wishing scythes cross your neck like dinner bibs Cause people are hungry wolves when you're not fitting in. DRENT: I’M A STRESS EATER, WHEN I DECOMPRESS I’M FRIED JALAPENOS, CHILI, BACON, CHEESE AND CHICKEN BREASTS I’M UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL BUT FROM AFAR YOU AREN’T WHAT YOU EAT WHEN YOU EAT WHAT YOU ARE Kleenkut: Modern medicine truly does it's best to help me function Cause I stacked cook books with recipes of self destruction 12 pills per day washed down with a glass of pride Synthetic crutch I stride for being presently alive DRENT: EATING IS AN EXPERIENCE ON IT’S OWN I SIT AT TABLES FOR TWO WHEN EATING ALONE Kleenkut: Tastes are recycled, experiences are basic and primal Food isn't an idol, it idles delicious and survival. K: One thing besides integrity, I have to process D: Just admitting all of this makes me dishonest K: THREE COURSE DINNERS D: FO(U)R FIVE STAR REVIEWS IW: IT’S HARD TO DOWNTEMPO WHEN WE’RE EATING FAST FOOD D: EVERYTHING YOU SEE IN ME K: I SEE IN YOU DRENT & Kleenkut: IT’S HARD TO DOWNTEMPO WHEN WE’RE EATING FAST FOOD IT’S HARD TO DOWNTEMPO WHEN WE’RE EATING FAST FOOD IT’S HARD TO DOWNTEMPO WHEN WE’RE EATING FAST FOOD

DRENT: (1st Verse) Is it too little, too late...too much, too soon Standing in my room on the 30th of June Serenading a girl I barely know The Euphio Question: Should I Stay Or Should I Go? Maybe so, I wanna know what it's like Left at a loss for words, all I do is right/write Try as I might, I'm the type who reverts To work on hit singles based off when it hurts So bad, yet "okay, sounds good" Get misunderstood, as much as I ever could I should have known, it's difficult to admit She needs time and space ask her not to commit Now it's bullshit, I took her for granted Spent left to write alone, returning empty handed In a sense, my consensus is Walk in exits, leave out entrances Smack dab in the middle, lips meet and greet Together in place, apart...the company we keep Seeks out method acts of depressions Not to mention, second thoughts...speak first impressions Third wheels spin, foretold/forthcoming Bad ideas/eyedeas and abilities, Good Will Hunting Eyes low and behold...my tell tale signs If I've said it once, I said a thousand times: Pyrotechnics! Leave the lights on two thirds Can destiny be foretold, love speaks easy afterwards/after words Over see the Atlantic, spotlights specific Going nowhere, it's everywhere...you can't miss it! (CHORUS) It's a passing glance, left all too soon Two way mirrors, reflect ALLONE & THE ROOM Full of empty bottles, complete-utter confusion Seen how hard things are in disillusion It's a passing glance, stuck in my gut As far as goodbyes go, no matter what The one with the beat-less hearts reluctant To Face:Face the music, THE JIGGY IN YOUR STOMACH DRENT: (Verse 2) Too much, too soon...too little, too late? Either stand up and leave or sit down and wait First dates, second place, three's a crowd If silence is consent, don't speak out loud Teenage letdowns, tie up loose ends Never gets the message...the txt always sends Crossing our fingers, for the sake of skin Pick him! Big decisions are narrow and slim I'm shady but still don't give a fuck You must lose contact just to keep in touch This photograph is proof...I know you know If these bullets could talk, they'd say days ago As your voice fades, I scream at the walls As far as goodbyes go, too close to call Melancholy's Infinite Sadness The art of transparency...obtaining ghost like status Anonymous alcoholic Draw blood, I'll splatter you like Jackson Pollock That champagne feeling, the alcoholic pains Homesick is where the heart beats in the brain I'd rather be in love with an apparition flask Than talking to you and the intake of glass Mirrors no reflect...seeing's believing Ending in secret engagement, A.A. meetings (CHORUS) Two way mirrors, reflect ALLONE & THE ROOM Full of empty bottles, complete-utter confusion Seen how hard things are in disillusion It's a passing glance, stuck in my gut As far as goodbyes go, no matter what The one with the beat-less hearts reluctant To Face:Face the music, THE JIGGY IN YOUR STOMACH

DRENT: (1st Verse) No room for squares, be my guest You act appalled, I’ll clap when I’m impressed If you wanna make music, make time Front & center…all we love we leave behind I came out swinging, I’m coming in clutch Call me the bloated mind…I think too much Less is more, more is less People haven’t a clue, I’ve done myself more damage then the rest The very best of me, prepared for the worst Prefers last words, punchlines swing first Record deals seal paper & plastic High noise, low output…distortion to static Kleen Kut: (Chorus) Press keys on let the music take your breath What's your life worth, if you don't push to be the best Too short to be bored, ignore, not explore If you don’t do what you adore than WHAT ARE YOU HERE FORr? DRENT: (2nd Verse) My dad says, “I’m unprofessional” Hip Hop & Rap are asymmetrical AllOne in the same, two of a kind Think outside the box, that’s my frame of mind Comments to compliments ain’t the same Like stage shout outs, mispronounced names D.o.drent ISN’T deodorant What’s a good hook, if you can’t hang ornaments Success in excess, less fortunate Betcha gassed up to my carbon footprint Statistics…limit, gimmicks mimic False start up accompanies unfinished business Kleen Kut: (Chorus) Press keys on let the music take your breath What's your life worth, if you don't push to be the best Too short to be bored, ignore, not explore If you don’t do what you adore than WHAT ARE YOU HERE FORr? DRENT: (3rd Verse) Balancing acts, when push comes to shove Either hate what you do or do what you love Stray From The Path…forks in a road I’d rather say as I do overdue/do as I’m told Trying to a find balance between Meaning what I say and saying what I mean Providence, Rhode Island isn’t hip hop… We can’t mark our roads…forget writer’s block The company, the comfort, the grave Where rubber meets the road, we’re told isn’t paved Politicians conceal back door deals Payback’s hard to earn, no Mass Appeal If the ocean state’s bigger than the bay Are they leaving to live or dying to stay Road to success, politically incorrect If the crowd stands still, will you rock the set The next movement’s, beyond the border Cus’ least informed are the biggest supporters OFF-BASE-FANBASE-BASED-OFF numbers Craving up and comers, starving for hunger I wonder to discover what it means IF they hide their eyes, I remain to be seen Sold on hope, based off merit Invested interest indebted to lend credit? It’s pathetic…pause for intervals Writing lyrics, doesn’t make you lyrical Pinnacles of success, less engaging Time is money, over value spent waiting Remain patient, adjacent from afar Exceptions except accepting who you are Kleen Kut: (Chorus) Press keys on let the music take your breath What's your life worth, if you don't push to be the best Too short to be bored, ignore, not explore If you don’t do what you adore than WHAT ARE YOU HERE FORr? Drent: (Outro) Press keys on a piano to create melodic music Harmony with an instrument, so soothing and fluid Use it as an advantage, life’s too short to not explore If you don’t do what you adore...WHAT ARE YOU HERE FOR?

Kleenkut: (1st Verse) How our relationship has tarnished, leaves me disheartened Two worlds uncorresponding, clearly nothing imparted Always separated: with deposits, unclear Messages incoming and sent out the other ear Mental scarring; memories scraping surface Heads turning, frustrated, dealing with burdens Watching one another's back even if we walked away Two men too damn proud to state their own mistakes Even while being stubborn...we showed respect And arguments I can't forget...that's everything you left There's weight on my chest, impossible to supress It has me stressed over failed attempts to connect Traveling over seas, you moved and stayed for me Allowing decent shots at big dreams painlessly Rolling dice, taking risks was your curse and gift Showed me what hard work meant, I didn't even take a glimpse You were right to call me useless, guilt's established From your tools given to master, I never once practiced While uncomprehensive, first glance seemed aggressive But now I get it: They were battles lost, your life lessons. Fathers become overbearing with constant affection But a son's a lost cause if he never pays attention. And now I'm stuck with tearful eyes and painful sighs Wanting to replace our last half-hearted goodbye All these words can't describe what you've done for me. I should've put your love first, to say the least, Shamefully annoying, it took your death to annoint it Dad, I'm sorry my life was your biggest disappointment DRENT: (2nd Verse) I WALK A THIN LINE, THOUGH I’M GETTING BIGGER I’VE WATCHED MYSELF GROW TO BE MY FATHER’S FIGURE BODY DYSMORPHIC / ANTI-DEPRESSANTS I HATE THE MAN IN THE MIRROR WHEN I SEE MY RESEMBLANCE BUT I DON’T…THAT’S MY OWN SELF-HATRED NOT REACHING POTENTIAL, GRASPING EXPECTATIONS IT’S HARD FINE TUNING MUSIC INDUSTRIES WHAT SUITS YOU, HELPED ME DRESS ACCORDINGLY THE BEAT TO MY DRUM, SHOULD FEEL HEARTFELT KEEP AT ARMS LENGTH, STAY CLOSE TO THE BELT HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS, PUTS YOURSELF FIRST PLAT IT TIGHT TO THE VEST…SO YOU DON’T GET HURT SOMETIMES YOU CUT TIES TO TIE A TIE BEING “THE MAN” IS BETTER THAN “ONE OF THE GUYS” LONG NIGHTS CRYING, WIPING TEARS OFF MY FACE THE TIME YOU SPENT, ISN’T MEASURED AT THE WAIST LONG DAYS, SLAVING AWAY FOR YOUR PAYCHECK YOU WALKED IN MY SHOES, I FOLLOWED YOUR FOOTSTEPS DON’T SLIP, DON’T SLACK, DON’T FALL OF TRACK I AM WHO I AM WEARING THE SHIRT OFF YOUR BACK I WALK A THIN LINE, TAKING STEPS IN STRIDES I PUT YOUR PANTS ON, ONE LEG AT A TIME NOW I’M LEARNING AT 26 YEARS OLD MY BIGGEST LIFE LESSONS FIT YOUR DRESS CODE

Kleenkut: (1st Verse) After suicide notes, I rewrote rhymes Picked myself up again to give rap another try Meaning skills refined and redefined To redesign old outfits, throw away my disguise Shining on stage practicing perfect performance Learn symphonic accordance, musical assortments Reinforces self assurance wasted years won't give After accepting my handwriting is something I can't fix I've learned life's a trip, roads meant to be travelled And fighting comfort zones is one war I haven't battled But someone who connects, proved I don't believe in death A taxi yellow car drove throughout whats left In my heart, and in the world continuing to offer Someone yearning to help souls prosper, be stronger Who stood by final chapters, my father's Noire Telling me notes starting Night Music were odd and bizarre Exposing, psychological notions, people's motives Questioning what support is, local doesn't seem devoted Making sense of Proverb omens like prophets spoken Poe couldn't write poems describing deadly potions Poisoning masses, acts if we're below average Not standing Toe to Toe against contemporary wackness I've had it, won't accept it, contemplative and pensive Why providence is tremendous depending on your perspective? Thinking Lazy Afternoons are shallow Dark sides Philosophizing deep thoughts longer than street lines. Downtempo people woefully like heartfelt poetry Stories of hazy cities are told stoically Hip hop is graphic, overdrawn, constantly pawned A beautiful culture divided, dictating who belongs If we're unified by love and rhymes, we've all won Cause despite creative differences, we're all one. (CHORUS) K: one pen unites, like cursive writes and draws D: one page leaves a stage for audience applause K: one pen, D: one page, K: one rhyme, D: once heard IW: Was told, changing one's life, can change the world D: one pen unites, like cursive writes and draws K: one page leaves a stage for audience applause D: one pen, K: one page, D: one rhyme, K: once heard IW: Was told, changing one's life, can change the world DRENT: (2nd Verse) I NEVER LOST TOUCH, STRETCHED NERVES AND TENDONS ROCKED CROWDS WITH NO ONE IN ATTENDANCE CREATIVE DIFFERENCES…ALL WITH GOOD INTENTIONS MY (ESCAPE) PLAN WAS PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE THE ONE WITH THE BEAT-LESS HEART PALPITATES SAME POLARITY MAGNETS DON’T PUSH AWAY THEY GRAVITATE MIRRORS NO LONGER REFLECT ON PARALLELS WE DON’T SPEAK OFF THE RECORD…IT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF 5 LOVE LANGUAGES, SPOKEN CONSTANT ORAL, AURAL, PHYSICAL, VISUAL, KNOWLEDGE POLISHED UP FLOWS, DUSTED OFF RECORDS THE HEIGHT OF OUR SUCCESS EXTENDS BEYOND MEASURE THIS ISN’T HARD WORK, WE WORK THE HARDEST BEING ARTISTIC’S DIFFERENT THAN BEING AN ARTIST THIS IS PROVIDENCE, BEEHIVES OF INDUSTRY GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE, WE THINK DIFFERENTLY WENT FROM D.O.DRENT TO DRENT…CLAY TO ALI I’M SPITTING IMAGES, MUSIC SCENES PHOTOCOPY SEEN BITTER CLARITY AND COMMON GRACE BETWEEN WASTED OPPORTUNITIES AND CLEAN SLATES NOW I’M DEEP IN THE CUT WITH A KUT ABOVE THE REST FUCK PAY TO PERFORM…I’LL JUST PAY MY RESPECTS ONE INTO ONE, TWO FRIENDS, CAUSE AND EFFECT FUCK MEET AND GREETS…I’M JUST GLAD THAT WE MET MOBB DEEP’S INFAMOUS, SHOOK ONES CONSTRICTED MENACE’S SOCIETY RUNS WITH WOLVES OF THE WICKED WE RAISE THE BAR LOWERED THE LINES AND FACED HELL ON EARTH IN THESE FEVERED TIMES VERSES REBUILD…THUS, LET IT ALL RUST WE’RE UNDOING RUIN BECAUSE THIS WILL OUTLIVE US WITH A THOUSAND WORDS TO SAY…AND THAN SOME DESPITE CREATIVE DIFFERENCES, WE’RE ALLONE Hook: K: one pen unites, like cursive writes and draws D: one page leaves a stage for audience applause K: one pen, D: one page, K: one rhyme, D: once heard IW: Was told, changing one's life, can change the world D: one pen unites, like cursive writes and draws K: one page leaves a stage for audience applause D: one pen, K: one page, D: one rhyme, K: once heard IW: Was told, changing one's life, can change the world (OUTRO) D: THIS ONE GOES OUT K: TO THOSE WHO NEVER MADE IT K: WHO WALKED ALLENS AVE D: TRAVELED IN PAVEMENT D: DUES THEY’VE PAID IT K: COMPLACENT D: SEARCHING FOR GREATNESS IW: TOGETHER…WHAT WE’VE CREATED…MAKES A STATEMENT