Concealed Change Ft. Ar3a

by Kalyst

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For some, the pursuit of happiness is against the grain. You don't know why you have the dreams you do. You do, however know that in these cases, it can be a lonely, but very satisfying road. It wasn't a path when you started, and now its your road to self.
In Concealed Change, we address the confinement that a person can feel when they're choices don't fit in with the other peoples choices. You will be ok alone, but you never are. Don't run, don't hide. Take it head on, even if you are the only one. Master Thy Self!
With production from Dansonn Beats, and Mixing and Mastering from Trilian Serbia, we hope you enjoy 'Concealed Change'

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Lyrics:
Verse 1:
They like to keep you in a jar, that's cool, I'm a firefly/
Captain Pickard, as I cruise ultra violet skies/
Not a rude or violent guy, that mood ain't my style I'm/
the caboose on this route, the last one to keep the move and drive/
Now #1 is just your 'regular Joe'/
They #2's, Backed up with that irregular flow/
I get my carbs from my bread, it's just some regular dough/
But I'm a star from the Nebula, forever I glow/
It's whatever I know, Times/
whatever I don't, Divided by/
all the times that I had severed my growth/
Subtract the ties, that were lies, and disguised with a bow/
you'll find the 'present', I'm just not surprised by the coal/ Its..
Hook:
It's, only a path cause I've walked so long/
I'd turn back, but I'm oh, so, gone/
How often they say, I'm lost in my ways,/
But I'm a be ok alone/
And it's great, ain't looking for a back door/
Hateful 8, worry bout them Jodies in the trap floors/
on a path, some say a crash course/
They see I don't holler back, so then what the fuck you ask for/
It's only a path cause I've walked so long
I'd turn back but I'm oh, so, gone
How often they say, I'm lost in my ways
But I'm a be ok alone
Verse 2:
I thought, I never fear change, I revere rain/
I can feel pain, not a steel frame/Not a stand out, I'm concealed aim/
not for hand outs, I'm concealed change/
Deal spades or let em deal graves/
n even tho it appears strange, cause it ain't easy being free/
the weed came, made it easier to see/
smoke screens, I'm breezing the whole tree/
O.D. on me, I'm comfortably unique/
hoping you see something underneath/
the debunction of their function,/
Now I'm drunk off what I see, Yo,/
I got this feeling and that's never been a good sign/
Like the mass make-up is concealing what I could find/
I never fit in, my feet were bigger by like two size/
I figure with my vigor, I could give a fuck, I'll do fine/
Hook:
It's, only a path cause I've walked so long/
I'd turn back, but I'm oh, so, gone/
How often they say, I'm lost in my ways,/
But I'm a be ok alone/
And it's great, ain't looking for a back door/
Hateful 8, worry bout them Jodies in the trap floors/
on a path, some say a crash course/
They see I don't holler back, so then what the fuck you ask for/
It's only a path cause I've walked so long
I'd turn back but I'm oh, so, gone
How often they say, I'm lost in my ways
But I'm a be ok alone
Verse 3:
I swear an empty room and thoughts can tear you apart/
I strip this walls disrupt the frame, sit and stare at my heart/
In deep discussions with these flames like I'm scared of the dark/
Sever ties, prepared the part, been dumb but don't know where to start/
Or was this a reflection of a deeper tide/
a bleak ficade forever locked in place beneath the sea of pride/
Street survived, increase the stride/My soul released, at least I tried/
Hid underground to conceal them bars,Still can't contain the beast inside/
Where beats provide an empty canvas, patient stokes and crimson hues/
In case these shadows fade to black and walk a path I didn't choose/
Wrote me off, I didn't loose/Just wrote it off as different views/
indifferent souls, condemned to chase a dream they couldn't listen through/

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Kalyst Denver, Colorado

A product of irresponsibility. Constantly moving, and with time, I moved into trouble. Music was played to me while in the womb. Grams became moms, and music became dad. Today, I bleed clefnotes. Everyones got a story, the short version is jails, prisons, and somehow not death. I salivate with anticipation... But we'll let the music speak. ... more

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