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Plaground Three Twenty final
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Artist:/\|s)(oRey
Duration:6:06
Tags:dark conscious hip-hop,industrial rap,85 bpm,heavy unquantized dusty boom-bap drums,moody warped jazz piano loop,deep sub-bass,aggressive shifting cadences,raw emotional male vocals,cinematic atmospheric textures
[Intro] (Ambient, distant sound of rain falling on asphalt. A slow, melancholic, jazz piano loop fades in, slightly warped and out of tune. Faint, muffled audio of children laughing on a distant schoolyard, heavily filtered with a high-pass filter.) [Refrain] Why mom~ why dad~ cant i play~ ive listen~ to your says~ day by day~ i die slow~lee although~ im just a kid~ its so sick to see the kids out playing~ It stopped raining why i dont see you so please~ [Breakdown] (The rain abruptly cuts out with a sharp vinyl scratch. A heavy, dusty, unquantized snare cracks open. A deep, sub-heavy walking bassline enters, driving the tempo forward.) Three — house outlines ghost of the north Two — test anything they bring forth Zero — through narrow , past is blur One — living rhythm pulse and stir Dash — of scale nil , no saint to judge Two — tape of tale, brains hold the grudge One — stack the measure break the sin Three — here we back where we begin [Verse 1] Look. All wearing a black-top, drink-scotch, gridlock of my youth Where the swings are rusty, memories dusty, bleeding out the truth I seen a kingdom in a sandbox, T-H-K on a slide We learned the geometry of survival before we start learning to hide Of a shorter life expectancy, nested inside a section three Housing authority, prioritizing the minority for a tragedy Look at me, look at what the playground made A product of the concrete shade, where the innocence fade I see the numerical codes, Three Two Zero on the curb That’s the address of the madness that we used to disturb Now the slide is a monument to the memories I buried Carried weights that a sixteen-year-old shouldn't have carried Paranoia in the jungle gym, climbing up to the peak Just to see the flashing lights of the wolves hunting the weak Yeah, the rain stopped, but the puddle’s reflecting a ghost The ones who left too soon are the ones that I miss the most. [Pre-Chorus] (The drums drop out, leaving only the warped piano chords and a swelling, distorted sub-bass synth pad.) The sun is coming out but it’s cold... The playground is getting old... Don't let go of the chain. Don't look back at the rain. [Refrain] Why mom~ why dad~ cant i play~ ive listen~ to your says~ day by day~ i die slow~lee although~ im just a kid~ its so sick to see the kids out playing~ It stopped raining why i dont see you so please~ [Verse 2] We were architects of wreckage, blueprints drawn in the grit Analyzing every shadow with the contraband we hit I’m tracing lineage from the tree-line, faded tags on a wall Watching empire builders crumble just to justify the fall It’s a systemic suppression, a depression in the soil Where your spirit hits the pressure, let the misery boil We were reading signifiers in the way the sirens wailed A curriculum of trauma that the land wood never failed To imprint in our bloodline, forced to process the pain While the elders poured a libation for the lost in the drain I’m counting scars like a rosary, a tally of the years Distilling every drop of scotch to wash away the fears The asphalt is a ledger, keeping track of the debt Of every member turned to vapor that I haven’t settled yet The cycle is a circle, but the radius is small We’re just men on the machine waiting for the hammer to fall. [Pre-Chorus] (The drums drop out, leaving only the warped piano chords and a swelling, distorted sub-bass synth pad.) The sun is coming out but it’s cold... The playground is getting old... Don't let go of the chain. Don't look back at the rain. [Refrain] Why mom~ why dad~ cant i play~ ive listen~ to your says~ day by day~ i die slow~lee although~ im just a kid~ its so sick to see the kids out playing~ It stopped raining why i dont see you so please~ [Chorus / Hook] (Full beat explodes back in with added industrial percussion—clanging metal pipes hitting on the off-beat.) We’re just running round the park, waiting for the dark Scraping up our knees just to leave a little mark Chasing after shadows that we never could outrun Grown-up problems underneath a childhood sun Yeah, we’re trapped inside the playground, looking for the gate Trying to find a childhood before it gets too late. [Outro] (The beat slows down drastically, bitcrushed and distorted as if a tape machine is losing power. The piano loop becomes sluggish and pitched down.) Three... Two... Zero... One... Why did you run? Dash... Two... One... Three... Get back where we begin. (Sound of a rusty swing creaking to a dead stop)