‘Tell me can you find meaning in living,
Still caught giving it thought, I’ve misgivings,
Spent 37 years now doing my digging,
And pretty damn sure there’s something I’m missing,
The pieces that make me up are not fitting,
Not quite shaped to place, they won’t click in,
Sick of sitting around this well, well wishing,
Listening to elders, reading what’s written,
Do I turn to religion, leave Great Britain?
Too introspective? Into hair splitting?
Too reflective? Into gut spilling?
Whatever it is, I’m glum and not grinning,
Forever feeling beleaguered, hair thinning,
Feel detached there’s a gap I’m not bridging.’
‘How come I’m poor while you’re making a killing?
Your future’s bright mine slowly dimming?
I think I might just combust, give you a kick in,
Go back to sniffing gear and beer swigging,
Perhaps this sober life needs binning,
Failure my nature, who am I kidding?’
‘When relaxing, feel guilt for chilling,
More time elapsing, spent unfulfilling,
My potential to which still clinging,
Potential for what? That’s why I’m tripping,
Still unsure, do mine or your bidding?
A divine being? Or am I just kidding,
Myself not facing facts not admitting,
Just a chimp? Just not in trees swinging,
Should I go back to battling, fight picking,
Screw faced, taxing brats, knuckle clicking,
New life, now my phone’s never ringing,
No wife, now less luck with the women,
Now more timid, rigid when kissing,
Wind’s now coming in gusts while I’m pissing.’
‘How come I’m poor while you’re making a killing?
Your future’s bright mine slowly dimming?
I think I might just combust, give you a kick in,
Go back to sniffing gear and beer swigging,
Perhaps this sober life needs binning,
Failure my nature, who am I kidding?’
‘Even though sober my heads still spinning,
Body not lean yet in the gym sweat dripping,
Eating protein yet still not slimming,
Am I too chicken and gonna give in,
Still all payback for my past sinning,
Snake lies in wake in the long grass hissing,
Can’t hold down a job, keep quitting,
Can’t control my gob, keep flipping,
How can you join a team, seem to fit in,
With no self-esteem, off sick, keep ringing,
Have a good moan to anyone that’ll listen
Workshy yet irked by no recognition,
Perched high having grandiose visions,
Predestined to pen these dreary compositions.’
‘How come I’m poor while you’re making a killing?
Your future’s bright mine slowly dimming?
I think I might just combust, give you a kick in,
Go back to sniffing gear and beer swigging,
Perhaps this sober life needs binning,
Failure my nature, who am I kidding?’
Raconteur is an independent Hip Hop artist from London who’s now being played regularly across many US radio stations, most
recently featuring twice on ChuckD’s radio show ‘AndYouDontStop’. He’s also been featured in various music magazines and blogs being touted as ‘An extraordinary artist ready to explode onto the scene.’...more
Soulful and funky, the Nottingham rapper's latest features guest appearances from CRIMEAPPLE, Vandal Savage and Yumah. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2024
