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One Of Many​.​.​.

from Bedrock by millicow

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Am I cursed or blessed
In my search for rest
Is it just a test
To become my best
On this personal quest
To take hold of my destiny
So whatever comes next
Will bring out the best in me

But I struggle with stress
In the rubble that's left
Cause this world is a mess
When the love is suppressed
How long is left til our death
Come on and make your best guess
Cause we are burning our nest
The truth we're turning against

Don't see each other as friends
Only another to send
Six feet under and then
What will be left of us when
We give our brother his end
We leave our mother to fend
We join the murderous trend
Instead of turning within

Cause we are hurting within
And we aren't learning to spend
A single moment to sit
In honest introspection
Don't want to face our sins
See who we've really been
Trying to erase the pen
But history doesn't forget

All I want is to live
For everyone to shift
And work together on this
Appreciate our gift
There's more than enough to go around
If we don't hoard what we've found
Trying to soar above the ground
Exploiting wars in the towns

With a mind cursed and blessed
I'm not like all the rest
Gotta get this off my chest
I'm just trying to do my best
Be the love, be a healer
Maybe even be a leader
For the ones who are feelers
Waking up to what is realer

Be a unique kind of singer
Not another drug dealer
I write these songs for the thinkers
Who want to hear something deeper
Tired of the wannabe gangsters
Where are the spiritual rappers?
I'll fill this void with my unfiltered
Never-ending mental chatter

And I'm sick of this twisted
Fucking capitalistic system
Do all I can to resist
Dedicated and persistent
I have no valuable assets
So I'm not working for you ass hats
You're just my stepping stone
Cause you step on everyone you own

That's why I spend so much time
Writing all these fucked up rhymes
Cause without committing crime
How else can I cut through the line
I don't have to make the big time
I just want to make a dime
Give my wife and kids a good life
Give my parents enough to retire

After all you've done for me you might say
I don't owe you, but I love you, you're my family
And I hate to see you strugglin
I have my whole life ahead of me
You deserve to grow old in peace
Big house, wrap-around porch, summer breeze
No rent, no mortgage, just finally free
That's my mission/vision; that's my dream
Well, only one of many...

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from Bedrock, released July 27, 2022
Thank you to all my friends and family for giving life meaning. The voids music can't fill are filled with love.

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millicow Kansas City, Missouri

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A style all of its own, inspired by rap, hip hop, synthwave, classical music, heavy metal, black metal, synthpop, and more.

Packed full of finely crafted sounds, textures, melodies, rhythms, harmonies, and conscious, insightful poetry, I translate spirit into sounds that aim to induce states of psychedelic trance and emotional catharsis.

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