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sat down and
Made this album
Strictly from me to you

Since a younging
I've been chasing validation
Through showing perseverance
And dedication
But

the street, twenty dollars made a day 
Stack it up and now I'm living, yeah, getting cash out the safe
Buy a Cadillac, gotta invest it
Gotta really get the rims

a lil' wild
Smoke a lil' loud, tilt my crown
They love my sound, the boy is found
Family all around, my name all around
My dog out the pound, now hoes

Out here in Destin, didn't take no flight
Took a couple of days, driving overnight
Writing on the beach, beach is really white
Writing an album

watch while I fuck your wife
Better keep quiet, won't ask twice
Fucked up once now you got your throat sliced
Scars on my back, that bitch got claws
Gun

think I was a drifter in a past life
Now I play the bagpipes rolling off the half pipe
Tryna live the rap life, only thing I love to do
Probably think I'm

self funded
Workin' by myself is a chore
A low budget is current, but I'm workin' for more
They know nothin'
The future holds an album for sure
For what

you could learn from Elija
I flash like a beaker you'll get burned from the fire
Or frost bitten by the infinity below
Zero degree flow
Ask ice itself

mitt
Tear this out my humble, I'm too precious to be fuckin' with
Working through my ways and I get better by the day
Think it's time to raise

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lyrics
Before

Karate

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Ich ni san shi better protect your body chopping

keep me in shape
I don't wan' wrap my mind around her every day, any night
Any way, I'ma ride for you, love, dollar signs
Pockets swole like a swine,

rap-rock
Flipping past the bin for Limp Bizkit
Kept seeing this other band right next to it
A band by the name of Linkin Park
Graffiti street soldier

Re-shape this
Culture of music
I'm hearing now they need a taste of
What the real is
Cause yo we sick of this fake shit
Dudes dressin' in styles
That look

where shit can get litty in point-two minutes
I got the potion, they call me a chemist
They want my wisdom, I call them the dentist
My money now hitting

flat on my face
That I had to kick rocks
That the door hit me
On the way out
Door is closed now
But wouldn't wanna
Turn back
Go back to them
Bad habits

Remember days just bagging up them dimes
Now I'm flipping pies
Lamborghini pushing, yelling Swervinnn, one of a kind
JRock in the middle of my piece

Each and every day
Cuz life is too short to waste (I'll say it again)
Life is too short to waste
Looks like it's time to show 'em what I'm made

Fifth track on that black and white album
Kinda' name you know never sick of the sound of
Any song, any year, you'd hear

So I went to the rock show

to sing along
But for now
I am done

Album art photography by richrad walsh @ streetshotsphotography.com
‘Mixed and mastered by Ryan Williamson - Off with

how dat guh, don wayne!

[VERSE 1]

Yuh have a one strap me have one too!
Many backa dat, contract ones too!
Fi di killaz gunshots by cartons too!
Buss

know I could never tell
But you know I'm schooling niggas, teach you how to make a sale
Why you got your hand out when I did it by myself
Get the fuck up

in eight months how much this posta' cost
Performed in like forty states, been traveling for so long I'm lost
By now I've probably logged nine hundred

were, directly or indirectly, inspired or at the very least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with