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absolute truth

by Grades Of Absolute Truth

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CC Intro 00:32
Party Atmosphere
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Count Me N 03:58
COUNT ME N CHORUS when there’s alcohol involved—count me in check list—Crown, Coke—count me in 1 shot might solve your problem or make it worse—THE DRAMA’S UNFOLDIN’ VERSE I stop…BAAAAA…what’s that sound? dog, it’s GOAT, where the hell’s the Crown? time to tilt the bottle up, no need for a cup there’s a handle on this 1.75th, I’m drinkin’ til I throw up on a strictly liquid diet til I can’t even lift up my eyelids hello, my name is Justin and I have a drinking problem got 2 hands and just 1 mouth and I’m about out ay, ay, so pass yo bottle around don’t be skeered, man you should have no fear I’m here and ready for another shot—cheers …there ain’t a single tear in my beer and I am here to kick it, have fun, and just chill it’s cool, go ahead, put it on my tab what, damn it’s 10, it’s already maxed out? that’s my Mastercard-right, well here’s my Visa CHORUS VERSE II it’s golden like Tequila shots Jose Cuervo, Patron—whatever you got a harmless lick, a little salt and lime and I’m fine I’m healthy—efficient sufficient nutrition get everything I need from gettin’ twisted Fruit group—overload with 99 Bananas Wild Turkey’s protein, gettin’ me obnoxious and damaged Dairy—White Russian’s Royally Fuckin’ me main we so concerned with weight, Atkins abolished Grains gotta confession to make, I need my Chocolate Cake a girl turned me on to it—Jodi’s to blame can’t escape sex when alcohol’s involved I’m So Co, So Comfortable especially with Alligators when I’m on the Beach I’ve reached peaks, no secret, hell GOAT’s a freak Dos Equis, naw, I’m rated triple X Gran Ma, Buttery Nipples, yeah, guess what’s next WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may actually cause pregnancy… CHORUS VERSE III I kicked Jill down the hill; it’s now Jack and Jim in every bar, at least you know you got 2 true friends hey girl, wanna shot of Jäger, a favor you can get me back later Red Headed Sluts buy Orgasms and give Velvet Kisses I’m envisionin’ Pink Silk Panties, I’m trippin’ bartender, what time is it—it’s 1:51 well, give me a shot of the time, I’m Coked up on Crown, and Jacked up, faded, but still Beamin’ Aftershock has got me cocked hot—still steamin’ I’m dirty…like Sage…an animal out the cage when I’m drankin’, I’m thinkin’ insane CHORUS
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Hollowed LUV 03:26
HOLLOWED LUV VERSE I once a chain so solid, it could take anything now rusted, decayed, with weak and missing links we’ve fallin’ apart like I knew we wouldn’t have now that we’ve broken, what can I do now, but move on and push forward instead of pullin’ back I know I got issues with tryin’ to hold on to the past yall know that, yall know me, I’m me around yall yall’ve been there through it all, when I’m standin’ tall and when I fall, but what happened to lookin’ up when we feel like lookin’ down and when we feel we’re in the ground, what happened to cursin’ out loud knowin’ weather can’t destroy us—no matter what the price time branched out our lives, life altered our sights and some had to resort to hate because of insufficient funds like The Prodical Absentee, unlogical ways to breathe too huge of a bond to take at too young of an age immature battles straddled us—shoulda known we’d eventually break CHORUS now when we feel like lookin’ down—we do and when we search for the truth, we come up with nothin’, but lies disguised by clouded minds, forgot to say our good-byes the winds of time froze the rain to ice, the price was too high VERSE II we’ve got no choice—we’ve gotta watch it fade, but we unraveled in a way that raised a question—was it fake I guess it was with some, but who am I to judge anyone relation-ships wreck suddenly abrupt Harmony was dissonant, but 10 other melodies existed til 1’s epiphany on K—she became a Christian, couples separated, others formed—some within the circle, some not either way—shit got all fucked up 1 wrote a note to another that smothered their link did I mention the effect SPEED had on we then 2 got into it over another 1 night a drunken brawl in the rain in 2 other’s parkin’ lot what a soap opera, but 6 of 11 still kick it oh well, that’s life—this shit’s ridiculous so I’m throwin’ love to those that are here no hate to the ones that ain’t, but to both groups here or not the real shit never breaks CHORUS—jam out
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TOXIC TEARS VERSE I I promise my tears are toxic so don’t taste there inflicted by the absence of society’s embrace I’m sure I just emptied my trash yesterday now it’s overflowin’ wit tissue, I wish you would be here to clear fear, help me make it through this all this pain would fade away with 1 kiss your lips I cherish—please don’t blush, don’t be embarrassed conformity—not an option, my pen has been my only friend PRE-CHORUS I don’t know why I can’t tell Hell from Heaven when I look up in the sky and wonder why I can’t smell my reflection VERSE II invisible boundaries found me, I’m drowning within myself so throw me a life preserver, I’m almost out of breath, but to hell with it, I can’t quit it’s gotten a grip of me I’m diligently, slowly drifting from reality a fallacy—taking over closure blinding eyes can’t see, but believe, I’ll be intellectually perceived feelin’ red when things are green—there’s no yellow to ever warn me YIELD 80 PROOF TRUTH is ruthlessly comin’ I’m runnin’, sprintin’, hittin’, never missin’—dead on gotta pessimistic positive vibe intertwined in my dome I’ve thrown too many things away, experienced pain and I know it might be wrong, but I think it’s best to be left with less—life is so overwhelming, hell will melt me—stress’ll be the death of me compulsively obsessive, misplacin’ happiness’ recipe worry is the darkroom, in which negatives can develop… and my pain is exposed CHORUS as I step to the edge—I say and I pray Lord, help me rise above this tide—I feel I can’t oh, I feel I can’t…no… VERSE III I see you swimmin’ in my eyes—don’t drown you’re divin’ into a pool of blue polluted by a golden crown that surrounds the deepest, darkest part of me—PITCH BLACK near is white laced with red, representing tears shed inflicted by confusion, frustration, and fear the same emotions approachin’ me daily, rarely cleared prepared, a trait that I hold very dear, but at the same time a trait that I can’t seem to grab and I taste no salt, just intense flavors of Lavender I’ve tripped into a hallway I didn’t mean to open up all loss, nothing gained, tears drop, liquid pain recycled silver tears get smeared into my soul what we do in life echoes in eternity—I’ve heard, but I ain’t feelin’ Bible revisions—interpretations inferred, but I know a lotta kneelin’ keeps me in good standin’ I gotta have hope my Uncle Bill’s straight chillin’ in Heaven CHORUS PRE-CHORUS CHORUS OUTRO the only thing stopping me is a thought of the past I had a talk with my Mother when a straw had cracked my back and…as she cried hysterically, she asked how I could be so selfish suicide affects everyone that loves you—and that idea stayed with me and she saved me, but still the thought pierces frequently, but thank you Mother, I love you ‘til the end of my days… …eh, eh…yall know time’s passin’—right? fast-like we ain’t got no time to be negative and dwell in the dark stayin’ busy helps me— you just gotta push yourself to have fun every once in a while
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GETTIN’ THINGS DONE CHORUS I’m in a hurry dawg…I gotta get it done I gotta get it how I live it—life has just begun I gotta get it now…I gotta get it right I gotta spend it, no pretendin’, life begins tonight VERSE I time and fate wait for no man so I’m hustlin’ to get with the program I’m fully focused like 50, even if you’re sprintin’, can’t catch me I got my eye on the prize and I’m comin’ for mine how am I feelin’—feelin’ fine, tryin’ to live so I can die and I ain’t gettin’ younger, workin’ to quench my hunger so move dude…go on and get outta my lane yeah, I’m flyin’ by like time and, guess what, you’re in my way I’m gri-may, if the sitiation calls fer it try me—you’ll get both sets of lips ripped motivated and OCD, anal-retentive, a different breed, to be completely honest, I’m a weirdo main, I ain’t playin’ gotta be active at all times attemptin’ to make a dozen of me worth more than a dime and you’re right, I might die tryin’ to gain green, but to hell with money if I’m happy, hey, I’m in a hurry CHORUS VERSE II cash and fame is what’s destined for me (WORD SL) I’m supposed to be on a level that I’ve yet to see WORD and GOAT at it again—we focused main the sun gonna always shine after the rain so much pain and time was spent on this I’ve watched people come and laugh when they went I’ve been stabbed in the back cause I know that I’m sick I can see you’re 2-faced like Harvey Dent there’s no stoppin’ this, metaphor metropolis shockin’—like seein’ saggy granma tits I’m speedin’ in directions that I’m unsure of all I want is prosperity for what I love CHORUS VERSE III hell I know why I handle my business cause minutes pass fast whether you own a Fossil or Rolex I already know this—watch me get cash bundles (WORD SL) my heart’s on the grind and my mind’s on the hustle we both got tunnel-vision, both so damn persistent, both mostly see clearly when the bread is present both got lyricism, ginsu knife precision, (WORD SL) eat through the competition just like cannibalism we both broke from payin’ our dues and if it’s crowded main, you better make some room once our foot’s in the door, it’s 4th and inches we gonna kick that bitch off the fuckin’ hinges CHORUS
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CRANIUM INFECTION CHORUS cranium infection, always leave you guessin’ stressed out… confidence protected, mirrors—no reflections havin’ trouble feelin’ comfortable VERSE I my comfort levels are weak—yeah turn ‘em up whoa—hold on, they’re peakin’, that’s way too much the only person I can hang comfortably around is me and I still get on my nerves—c…c…constantly with bottles as crutches, I feel I’m worth something it’s proof—strong and clear, it drowns all my fear bottoms up…asses and cups go ahead, pour the beer—cheers—for what oh yeah—in America, you feel better about yourself if you have an excuse for gettin’ drunk as hell it’s his birthday, I had a test today—I made an A I got an F—it’s all the same—party for pleasure or pain as if I know the difference…they’re equivalent to me I lust both…I sweat smiles when I bleed so all in—yall proceed to be free in any way you can…and do it frequently CHORUS VERSE II cranium infections consume my mind, body, and soul (M.D.) about to go postal and I’m only 23 years old all these substances are causing my existence to implode on the outside watchin’ the light that guides my soul unfold into this grand story that will never be told let’s begin this journey—alright, I’m ready to roll, but without a vision, how am I going to know where to go it’s Maty Dosia—didn’t you know the 1 with the lyrical flow, but impossible without the consumption of all this alcohol yo Matt, pull out the baseball bat—alright I’ll get this bitch lit start crackin’ domes and that’s it, I can’t take this shit with a monkey on my back, tryin’ to slang another sac, in fact, fuck that, I’m bringin’ it back, and these infections better accept that—I’m gone… …but I got 3 more bars to kill before I eat the 4th part of the pill …entirely too fucked up to realize the real deal CHORUS VERSE III when you’re stressed out, it seems you’d be better at ease if you broke down and fell to your knees and prayed to the good Lord, but instead you’re down prayin’ to the porcelain—you gotta achin’ head hopin’ you don’t drown, grippin’ that white life preserver thought you got found, then you tripped, feelin’ like your life is over tried to hold composure, yeah, yo it’s co sure, but the public knows that you’re co-dependent on the alcohol, but, hey, yo, you can’t cope—give in to the home-grown ‘dro you so, so, so—ho, ho, hopeless here’s your song—can relate, now you’ve found a new escape… music…it’s here, why don’t you use it CHORUS
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YALL CAN’T TOUCH ME VERSE I under any circumstance—I climb the steps I adapt when necessary and end up with the best outcome—what—huh—you 2nd guessin’ me my recipes’ll leave you feelin’ deceived ask anyone that knows me—I do what I say you want it done, give it to me cause GOAT don’t play jot a thought on my list and it’ll get marked out I’m in control of consciousness—I’ve chosin’ my route and you…only think that you’re better than me cause I let you, but you don’t realize or see I’m lookin’ down at you through YOUR glass ceiling wavin’, smilin’, thrivin’, comin’ at you so wild and I know you’re tryin’ your best, but still your maximum’s below my minimum—man get real try to do what I do, dog, you can’t do it you stupid, you screwed it all up—you too foolish CHORUS do you know—why I’m here if you don’t—I don’t care cause I know that—I’ll succeed yall can’t touch me VERSE II I drop hits like Derrick Brooks…players have to retire (WORD SL) smash your face like Kanye…and spit through a wire I’m Dallas’ best—I don’t care what none of yall say my style is phat…like the ass on Beyonce ain’t nothin’ touchin’ this, I don’t need your vote because I punch lines like beatin’ a bag of Coke tryin’ to test SL…there is no hope you’re fucked…like an inmate droppin’ the soap I’m one of the dopest, oh, you don’t think so there’s a crack-head on the floor tryin’ to snort my toes you comin’ at me…you don’t stand a chance like little white boys in Michael Jackson’s bed I’m like Eazy-E, I keep my records Ruthless you tryin’ to touch this…I’m beatin’ ya toothless I’m the nicest—unplug your mic devices when I spit that shit…I cause a crisis CHORUS VERSE III go ahead and doubt me—you’re just feedin’ the flames at the end of the game, we’ll see who still remains you wanna talk technicalities—please you can’t even spark spirituality, you’re full of fallacies I’m bringin’ with me a cavalry to conquer every rivalry my crew’s diverse like a galaxy, we practically buildin’ a monopoly on the music scene—we crucially harsh flip, split through segments, drivin’ pens through your heart my whole life I’ve lived in a bottle, never speakin’ what I think it’s time to let go, explode, and let frustration leak creativity is nothin’ without structure—we’ve got both… so anticipate a puncture to your jugular we’re breakin’ ya down with no delay indeed we feed off non-sense you speak, I’m enterin’ through your veins like heroin, I’m scarin’ ‘em into awkward situations with precision, I’ll cause conscious collisions and friction without physically touchin’ them—they’re struck down by the sword of my words lyricism runs thick in my blood—we bringin’ it raw don’t retort—there’ll be no strikin’ back when we come, we comin’ hard—cerebral nucs when we attack we droppin’ bombs, I’d tell you to be calm, but there’s no use no abuse—strictly slaughter, ropin’ the world up in a noose no truces, no white flags—we’ve passed that phase 22 years old, but a year in every day meanin’ I pay attention to life 365 times fold than any other of you suckers…wisdom ain’t sold I’ll leave this verse as a half cadence—what—you missin’ the I chord I’m unpredictable—you can’t silence my words—I’ll be heard
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VERTICAL HORIZONS VERSE I on my porch, alone, reminiscin’ my past days I can’t let go of memories or I’ll fade away I’m frantically searchin’ for somethin’ that doesn’t exist I’m a manic…depressants got me stuck in this abyss things to come up and things to come back down roller coasters, it’s holdin’ me hostage, can’t make a sound I’m bound to drown…my feet weighed down by chains I’m maimed…broken, left in my self-inflicted cage lightning strikes, but…what can you do, but dodge it fights heighten…life frightens me—what would you do, but grit yo teeth, concentrate, slay hate, and play the game 2 prophets once told me my focus equals my fate believe ‘em…angels swarm around me like an angry mob ready to lynch the demons that are throbbin’ to rob me of purity, security, they’re luring me, it’s destiny just let me be myself, wait, stop…I’ve forgotten who I am CHORUS and I try to fight it, but it keeps me down and my mind disguises surprises and I try to find it, but it can’t be found the lie…it hides it VERSE II horizontal and vertical horizons…I’ve faced ‘em both they got me down at 1st, but I’ve managed to soak intentions in purity, counteracting insecurity vision’s precision caused me to shut up and listen well now it’s your turn to shut the hell up and pay attention make a change a day, it’s plain, but worth grippin’ get a hold of yourself, continue questionin’ evictions Biblical lessons threatened by man-made religion it’s a given I’m driven by non-fiction and I’m about to clear out doubt and veer off routes and keep on livin’ I’m finished…dwellin’ in a physical prison I’m sick of this talk with no walk—complete a sentence when your back’s against the wall…square up and squab left jab, right hook, drop your struggles to the floor time is needed…if it’s written, I’ll read it if there’s no gain without pain…then stab me—I’m bleedin’ grab heat, I’m steamin’, I’m hungry…so damn it I’m eatin’ my conscience is screamin’ at me to follow my dreams and I’m doin’ it…how ‘bout you… GOAT—acronym…Grades Of Absolute Truth… CHORUS
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MENTAL NOISE SPOKEN WORD mental noise……and we was just little boys (Kewal) we would even eat the dirt…because we so loved Mother Earth we’d even look up at the sky, sometimes askin’ why I could see the green mountain tip… and this morning I wake up to the green grass blade gettin’ its throat slit I look up and I look down…I meditate beyond this ground mental noise…no longer are we just little boys in fact, I wanna go back…back…back…back back beyond those beautiful sun-rays that would break through the fray I wanna go out into the field where I would eat honey-suckles…and feel the real I love this life…and I get so tired of this bullshit strife I wanna go back beyond…back beyond this noise…this noise… this noise is a hell…it’s a hell I know very well so many doubts…have caused me to roll…scream…shout there is 1 message that I can convey……it’s the truth I don’t have to turn on no T.V. …I don’t have to turn on no radio, see… I already know…the news—ain’t no news to me… I was born free…I am free…I am the…… divine…
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ISSUES INTRO expressin’ so many lessons and unchained vocal blessings (Kewal) words…sound…power… will I cower at the battle now or hesitate at the final hour VERSE I I apologize for all the times I couldn’t be there (IZK) and even the times I was—well I wasn’t prepared to say the things that plague my dreams and I woke up with a hang-over the risk is such a high stake…and I’m not the one to play poker I’ve stayed sober, but I always seem to slip back into the pattern of whatever makes me happy most…I hate that I can’t have enough to fulfill, so I fill my cup til it’s full, still I throw it up smoke a blunt to calm my nervous systematic erratic actions I fight to be at peace, but can’t win by this rational and how can I save my soul and play the role on stage when I’m acting out I stand around, a lack of smiles with hand-me-downs, and a glass of Crown so cheers to all the Vietnam Vets without arms to salute with, having better reason to be drinking rather than my problematic solutions you’ve been gone for too long…I’ve moved on to a new song who’s wrong—who’s right, who cares—well I might… not make it through tonight—despite the despair PRE-CHORUS issues restrict you in igloos of time (1st time: Dtox, 2nd: IZK, 3rd: GOAT) thoughts golden, but frozen, it’s blowin’ my mind dreams shattered and scattered, don’t matter cause I’m passed thinkin’, I’m sinkin’, but drinkin’—I’m fine CHORUS and I know that you can’t see what I feel and I know that you won’t wait until I heal so today…I gotta work towards tomorrow— gotta let go…gotta let go… VERSE II sentimental issues’ll split you right down the center internal scissors’ll shred you like sheets of paper fatal—only to be continued, nature licks you up your middle detrimental kisses stick in you just like a splinter mental tweezers never pluck clues outta my head brain-dead from all this B.S. I’m constantly fed, but I know I’m not alone and I can flow into my zone hittin’ this bottle full-throttle and I can go until I’m blown, I’ve been told that I should slow down, but at this point I’ve zoned out— asleep at the wheel…feelin’ no guilt now no Coke—all Crown, little sight—no sound depression’s walls’re cavin’ in—last choice is the ground I’m divin’ in head 1st into the seas of sorrow and I’m beggin’ you all—please don’t follow it’s shallow and Lord knows I’ve drove down wrong roads evil wants me to hold on, but I gotta let go…man these… PRE-CHORUS CHORUS VERSE III takin’ shots of Holy Water with the devil’s only daughter (Dtox) siftin’ Goldschlager flakes to pay my tab, then take a cab bartender starts to speak of how to weather—I don’t bother as I try to find the words that she deserves, but I can’t ordering water on the rocks, they serve me fire—flaming hot to get me where I’ve gotta go, meanin’ home, but they keep me cause bein’ pleased is easy when I’m drinkin’—I was thinkin’ of revolutionary thoughts from a brown paper bag passed out—woke up in the future so how bad do you want it or is this a pipe-dream flushed down the toilet after last night’s fling we ain’t some hang-around-the-fort type of Injuns we some Chiefs—making beats, slicin’ mics, cuttin’ Sweets while the peace-pipe lifts us up—the issues keep us grounded slippin’ shout-outs into the sub-conscious—talkin’ over the announcements I got issues…point-blank—you just a blank…with no point screamin’ into the Lake of Fire—hopin’ your phrase gets coined PRE-CHORUS CHORUS OUTRO and I make this statement… (Kewal) how far will you go before the hell gets bent if I can ask the questions…then I can answer them too and this I say…between me and I better blow up that me-and-you bullshit this is a life I could never quit so you all, we all—eye-n-I for all those devils…let the fire burn… …Jah………let the fire burn…
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NANA'S KITCHEN chillin’ in the kitchen with some pots and pans no instruments available, but we got cans Code-E on the beat, GO AT with the melody who else do you know with this creativity you feelin’ me—right, on the mic I’m so nice, but ladies watch out…cause I do bite through winter, summer, all of ‘em, fall, and spring that Outkast GOAT is so fresh and so clean free-basin’ knowledge and callin’ you all to the front with the Force of a Blunt—never comin’ half-ass I’ve wrote befo’ fuck smokin’…I am eatin’ grass you weren’t feelin’ Tats or the Sample of Sound, well if I really gave a damn, then I guess I’d bow down, but aw hell naw—not after 11 years deep a hobby—check credentials—this is life til I sleep man I’ll connect All-Stars, you Betta Ask Somebody and the heat from constellations’ll light up Electric Cities the Journey continues…so who’s down DFDub unified, let’s take over this town what’s up…DFDub, Straight Jackit, BFC, Biogliphic, 32nd Kalpa, and Arcade Lucid…Tri Opt’s a Lethal Dos Texas, reppin’ the dirty 3rd coast
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B DESHELTERED VERSE I at times, this world’s so far from kind that we misplace our souls and turn ice-cold and I’ve been told, that things won’t change and I’ve been scolded, and weaved in pain I’ve sat back and watched friends go down the drain flushed by the devil himself—who?—Cocaine what’d I do to help ‘em—not a thing thought it was none of my business, turned my head the other way, why? I wasn’t practicin’ what I’d of been preachin’ my eyes were blinded by…my innermost secrets the fabric of my worth was covered with shame I felt life was a curse, and God was to blame, but now I thank him for blindin’ me, now I can see even though I was damaged…I found me when negativity’s gotta hold, you can’t see straight when positivity’s nonexistent, there’s an unfocused fate STATEMENT WE’VE GOTTA B DESHELTERED VERSE II imagine a place you feel so safe and secure… where happiness sprinkles, rains, then pours… where we treat every child as if they were ours… where people come together instead of goin’ to war it’s hard to grasp such a foreign idea, but faith is hope, and consciousness is contagious get infected and spread this disease unify and multiply—a pure breed we’re diggin’ the hole deeper if we neglect the neglected this planet’s not completely wrecked yet, but who’ll make the U-turn if you don’t music’s a universal language; this track’s my quote come outta your shell, spread the light to the dark you only live one life so it’s a good time to start if you’re a leader, then lead, and don’t ever stop if you’re a follower, then follow your heart animals have instinct, perfect it like an art gut feelings are always distinguished apart from any other spark in the fires of doubt massage every partner by word of mouth ya know we all lose, if only one of us wins America’s labeled the very definition of sin and it’s been proven and rubbed all in we’re the world’s downfall and maybe we have been, but I wish we’d wake up cause I wanna have kids, but I’m highly hesitant ‘bout fulfillin’ those plans with that…I’ll ignore no more I’m ready to fight for…a pure world my advice, if you want it, is to be desheltered choose to take a look around, and search for answers dare to discover each other, to hell with glances gamble…cause even odds are chances
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REFLECTIONS VERSE I I’m writin’, but I can’t even sit up eye’s swollen, matted shut from blood and puss been up for 38 hours—no sleep… been drunk and sobered up and everywhere in between, but it all started—we went swimmin’ in Knob Creek, a few shotsa Tuaca, then we’re ready to leave no doubt, pimped-out for Bass and Frog’s Spring Break so it’s a must we get crunk, but I got class at 8 it’s all good—separate cars, now we’re off to B.D.’s then what—you know us, we get Crowned like kings met my boy’s girl for the 1st time, the pleasure’s all mine Miah speaks of her highly…good to meet her finally ran into Buck and J, they wantin’ to leave to D.G.C.’s cool—pile in her car 4 deep, just down the street we continue scopin’ scenery dollar bills gettin’ tucked when you touch—it ain’t free at this point—no cares—toast to friendship and ladies little did we know…this night would end with tragedy a memory, I promise, that’ll never be forgotten no way to dodge it with logic, the keys of death in our pockets and we almost unlocked it…… no way to dodge it with logic CHORUS I my eye’s frozen—so I can’t help, but reflect internal mirrors rarely lie—they cause an effect tonight could be your time—so don’t test death is a step, just a breath away VERSE II worked up and too wild—we ‘bout to get kicked out plus gotta get back to Denton so peace, we out Northwest Highway, the route, a few minutes from my ride bullshittin’ with Bass in the back… then silence…til the next impact chaotic confusion, happened fast—no time to react deep sleep, fuck that—wake up, panic attacks what just happened, thoughts blackened, tears are fallin’, minds are crashin’ man you alright—I’m fine, wife-beater soaked in red— must be blood—screams focus…fuck—your girl’s stuck adrenaline rush—be strong—dial 9-1-1, sirens crescendo to us, the ambulance pullin’ up get her and I both on the stretchers, I’m confessin’ intoxication right beside me cryin’ in pain, squeeze my hand, pray for a blessin’ Parkland E.R., our destination—we make it there the 4 of us separated, gotta straight face, but I’m scared I ain’t prepared for this, but you think anyone is for a second I smelled the mornin’ breath of death in the wind… for a second I smelled the mornin’ breath of death in the wind CHORUS I VERSE III tryin’ to remain calm—thinkin’ I’m here, but why the cops suggested it, but I went cause Bass said I should for my eye so I’m tryin’ to chill, but agony surrounds me some from Coke withdrawals, some from gun-shots ‘round me doc’s in—needles and scissors so close, they’re blurry stitches in, bandages on—don’t put no mirrors in front me where and how is she—what—heart surgery… ankle broken…ribs too—this can’t be the truth I’m scared we will lose…and I’m far from havin’ a clue sweat’s pourin’…dog…what the fuck we gonna do thoughts smearin’, this is serious—pray she’ll make it through we in this together—we in that surgery too… it went smoothly—an angel was at her side… thank God—we almost lost a life, and my eye what’s the date—3-1-3-03— Jacob was born today, it could have been an exchange for us I know you’ve heard it before, but tomorrow ain’t promised so make it a point to tell your blood you love ‘em…everyday and live your life to the fullest… live your life to the fullest CHORUS II it’s hard to see—with frozen-shut eyes external mirrors have blind-spots that often lie don’t test—tonight could be yo time life and death switch lanes when you drink and drive… …173 VERSE I some look up when I look down when life’s disrupted by dark clouds and I can’t help, but think our life is fading try to fight the pain—don’t suffer my love goes out to sisters and mothers that have lost their son’s light temporarily in the end, we’ll all meet again, but as of now I’ll lend both hands to any soul that’s thinking they need anything this is hard, but we’ll make it heads will drop and spirits are breaking you’ve lost yourself, but found by the erasing VERSE II thoughts racin’, precipitation buildin’, tears interrupted by memory-induced laughter few smiles, scattered weeps, and blood-shot eyes unexpectations run wild… folks of all ages surprised, sight blurred by salt-water, some kneelin’ at the feet of the Father, bothered by miscomprehensions and unanswered questions as the mixed scent of nature invades the air I’m visually impaired—unfamiliarity ties and dresses ain’t usually what I’m used to seein’…cause under any other circumstance we’d be chillin’, drinkin’, goofin’ off, or makin’ music now friends and family gather to celebrate the life of an individual that’s been truly freed people dealin’ with it differently—including myself few words…ever…even escaped my mouth I deal with things internally—inhalin’, why others exhale— we all differ in the ways we excel many grippin’ tissue—wishin’ they’d wake up I’m dwellin’ on how I didn’t take advantage of knowin’ a good person…better than I did they’re few and far between…and I’m sorry for this never collabed on a track ever…… but I promise when we meet again, we will in the next level well, you left with a pick in your pocket, my pick, a bowl of ‘dro, and…Jacob’s photo, but know your place’ll be marked in ink over our hearts— 173…Knicka Knox…you’ve left in peace OUTRO but you’re free now…more than you could be on Earth (together with) R.-I.-P.-E-li

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This carefully crafted project is an incredibly personal look into GOAT. It displays the array of talent that he possesses to the fullest. From rhyming and singing to playing guitar and piano to engineering and mixing...he shows it all. It is obvious that this artist is, truly, as skilled as he is serious, but don't be fooled. This is no typical hip-hop album. GOAT smears poetic verses into catchy hooks, and laces tracks with melodic instrumentation to push the boundary of genre. Now it's up to you to check it out.

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released August 26, 2006

Executive Producer: GOAT

All Songs Arranged, Produced, Recorded, Engineered, Edited, and Mixed by Justin "GOAT" Griffith @ The Crib
(except "but it's COOL" mixed by J. Griffith and J. Boyce)

Mastered by Adam Epstein at Goodnight Audio

Graphic Design by Kyle Craig

Cuts on Tracks 1, 2, 7, 9 by dj three6t

Traycard Photo by: Undevco.com 2006

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Copyright 2004 Justin Griffith
Published 2006 J R Griffith Music Publishing

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