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Sol Patches

Sol Patches is a Chicago actor, writer, and rapper who uses they/them pronouns. They began their career in Chicago's theater and poetry scene, and released their first mixtape As2Water Hurricanes at the end of June 2016 on SoundCloud.Patches was born and raised in Chicago. They are heavily influenced by Chicago's queer Latino and black femme culture through their theater and poetry involvement. They appeared in the 2016 production of the play Kill Floor at the American Theater Company in Chicago. more »

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Walking in the world day
Can't ease or stop
I was lost on lower Wacker
Where da trees don't talk
Had to trip on a heart joke
Everybody want to smoke
Till they ass get smoked
I wasn't living on reggie
I was living on f*ck me
Before you could ever love me
I'on do flowers in towers
Cut my throat in this hour
When does it all feel so sour
And you can't cope with some power
When they love to abandon you dire
I never can cope up the fire
I never can fan with the fire
I always alone when I'm tired
I write when I'm full of the desire
My mind is an open multiplier
How many thoughts do I have to aspire to
Just to say I'm (un)like you

Since when did I had to go call it mine
I was living in a hollow mind
Fitted for the only line
I ain't been outside
Hold up wait
I been on some healing
Blow up aye
Catch a motherfucker outside and don't awake up
I wonder how my dreams use to live in a layup
Make it outta the hood just to make another system
Living in apparatus of a rhythm
I wonder how the world looked outside before I
Was thrown in it's prism (prison)
Or grown in it to be risen
While my Phone ringing with the touch screen
I can't touch dreams
I've lost steam
I had to walk between my own thoughts of things
And forget what it all means
Everyday variables
Varying schedules
Take it in edibles
Just to be legible
Talking to my doctor
Like refine my gender
Un-define these feelings
Steeped in the present
Cut like a crescent
Queer with an essence
Of adolescence
Wasn't holy presence
Was brutal violence
Open sirens
Abusive (ap)parent
Its (ap)parent broke my real
Changed my feel
Taught me things of all these things
That I can't see
That I can't (can) be

Taught me things of all these things
That I can't see
That I can't (can) be
Just to
Feel better
If you
Would you would

People wanna wait up when they
Try to go sleep on me
Got beef on me
Before I
Lived in my only truth
They came for my eagle eye
Built with they evil eye
I stroll with no people right
No righteousness with the sigh
Just ratchet-ness with my high
I came up on nothing right
I'm still on that nothing flight
My style in the wild of a child
But the affect just feel so mild
Harold's sauce chicken kitchen
Bitch I'm cooking lose the hooker
Chorus eye of Horus boredom
Knowledge ain't a totem
I thought you
I thought you knew
I thought you knew
I told' em

Slide up
With a ride up
When ya 'high up
Can't fly up
It feels real
Cause it feels real

Drop into the mix like I'm lonely
Always hit em up like an OG
Or any day
Your not just any face
Let me face it
I go by any way

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