Troubles with God

Track 15 - Volume II
Production: Blackbird Productions (The Author)


Almost everyone knows that old saying, "When it rains, it pours". Mostly because of just how true it seems to be. Life is pretty good at waiting until things are already going wrong to make even more things go wrong, and a lot of times it seems like it's too much to handle.

A lot of people find solace by placing their faith in a higher being, a practice I'm very familiar with. Unfortunately however, if you do have faith and your life only seems to be getting worse, you might start to have a problem with the concept of a God. Even more so if you believe that god is watching over you. With that thought process in mind, let me tell ya'll a story.

Lyrics

These troubles with God are getting too hard.

I’ve been taking so many hits; I’ve got scars on top of scars.

I’ve been taking too many shots; I’ve been seeing some stars.

Uppercut and spin kicked with no pause to hit start.

Health at one percent, but somehow I stay alive.

The more life throws at me, the more I defy.

It’s exhausting to say the least, but at least I’m trying.

Though I lose a bit of strength with every premature goodbye.   

A reminder: there’s no escaping this struggle.

The more I sharpen my teeth, the more he tightens the muzzle.

Honestly, I’m about to snap, ‘cause where I’m at there’s no going back.

All I need is some slack, and I can’t even get that.

They say God doesn’t give you more than you can handle, but doesn’t give enough to burn both ends of this candle.

I guess it’s why they made suicide a sin, ‘cause it seems the game of life its impossible to win.

And if I dare glance outside, I know I won’t be greeted with any ray of light.

I’ll probably see that other motherfucker drive by.

Haven’t seen him years, but it’s never enough time.

He gives me a wave letting me know he’s coming through.

In his busted ass hooptie, all I can think is “Fuck you,”

You’re never invited; though I guess this time you let us know.

It’s about the same when you don’t though. It still blows.

And so you come through, then you take somebody new

We’d rather you not take anyone, but it doesn’t matter to you.

You leave what’s left of a family clouded with grief.

Make it hard to do anything, especially sleep.

So, maybe you can tell me how is god doing these days.

He’s only been sending troubles my way.

But sending you again, that’s just ridiculous.

He was already trying to break my spirit; now I guess he’s serious.

So please god, try to break my spirit again.

Because the tougher you make it, the more it makes me want to win.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and you been making my troubles too big

I’m going to best ‘em all.

Made my own slingshot out of drive and perseverance, so I see your goliath as only more experience.

After all, you can’t level up without beating the demons.

But now I’m feeling kind of bad, cause your demons are fleeing.

Try to use greed, dangle that proverbial carrot. But that’s not why I run; I can see you trying to damn it.

I see you’re getting lazier while I’m getting more lavish, I’m seeing more girls that see no point in wearing the habit.

Now I don’t mean to offend those that do believe.

But God hasn’t been doing much for me recently.

Maybe that’ll change, but for the time being, I’ll believe in the only thing I can, and that’s me.

Do You Speak English?

Track 14 - Volume II
Production: Adapted and arranged by Blackbird Productions (The Author), Original by Alice Danger




This track is slightly inspired by truth, but it's mostly a fictional story I made up after listening to the beat a few times. It's also an excuse to try spitting something in Spanish, which I've been wanting to do for a while now (I spoke it before I learned how to speak english). The lyrics are also in spanish, but you can probably throw them in google translate if you're curious to know what I'm saying.

Lyrics:

It was late on a Friday night; I was on stage with the septet.

The crowd was digging the vibe, and in it I saw a girl I hadn’t met.

My eyes met hers, and for a moment I almost fucked up my verse.

Though I didn’t hit a block like swerve, skillfully sub some words with a curse.

Anyways, back to the other day. As soon as I exited the stage, I was after her like a delay. Not religious but I certainly was preying. Needed some courage, so I took a shot. Not cowardly, but dawg, she was pretty hot. When I found her she was dancing, but alone so I saw my chance and I caught her glance again; I didn’t even try to pretend.

Let her know with my eyes I was feeling that vibe; it was one I could apprehend.

So I moved closer, and took her hand in mine. She smiled at me, so I pulled her close, and she remained supine.

She pressed up against me, letting me know it was on like a Nintendo red light.

Maybe my game wasn’t so broke, but still a good blow will set me right.

And I just started the night, but she was gorgeous, level: drop dead.

So I leaned into her ear, and this is what I said:  

“Pardon me senorita, just want to say I’m pleased to meet you.

I know it’s cliché, but I speak Spanish so I’ll say it anyways.”

She said, “I don’t believe it,” rolled her eyes at me and then said:

“why don’t you prove it to me,” with a smirk that showed her disbelief.

“Okay,” I responded. “What would you like me to say?”

“Anything,” she said skeptically. “As long as it’s not so cliché”

This girl had no idea, so I decided to make things clear.

Sweetheart, listen here.

Bueno, eso es facil mija. Pero entiendo porqué no me crees.

Asi va para hombre como yo, con cada otra mujer.

Me miran a mi color y entonce piensan que soy un gringo.

Pero con nombre hispano, un idea porque es algo que no tengo.

Y la gente están diciendo por alli que soy venao.

Amigos dicen que son rumores pero tu me tienes amarrado.

Tus ojos me vuelven loco, bonita como un loto,

Y cuando sonríes me dame querer a besarte un poco.

So, miss don’t believe me, Esto es que yo descubri:

No puedes suponer cuando tu no me conoces.

Y ahora tengo que ir, no es que tengo querer.

Bailando contigo era un placer, y quiero seguir.

And that’s when I realized that she had no clue what I just said.

Cause when I went to leave, she asked me why, she didn’t understand.

Girl you could’ve stopped me, instead you let me waste some time.

But I let it slide, it’s hard to argue with a girl so fine.

Previously...

Track 13 - Volume II
Production: Dialectic




Welcome back to The Author's Monthly Quarterly my peoples! This track starts off volume two, "Loving the Struggle", 'cause at some point you realize that the struggle helps define you, and in some cases, makes you who you are. You have to love that shit! 

"Previously..." is basically recapping what happened on the last season of "The Music Industry", and what awaits us on the next one. It seemed that music was doomed, but just based on the talent coming out of the local scene, it looks like it's getting a phoenix down to the face. This track is also a shout out to all the local bands and groups that I grew playing with, listening to, or play with and listen to now. I'll try to get links to their music and post them soon. Stay tuned for the next Monthly Quarterly!


Lyrics

Previously…On the last season of the music industry:

The rise of pop music that sold started to crush originality.

Lyrical nuance was drowning, as was song complexity, against the torrents of cliché lyrics, played over the same drumbeats.

Not to mention the torrents that let people get it all for free. The birth of the mp3: a curse to record companies. Paired with online distribution, it marked the death of albums.

People will love a song, but end up only buying that one.

They went from selling concepts, to selling singles. Selling an idea, to selling songs good for commercial jingles.

What happened to the passion? What happened to the feeling? Singing about getting fucked up is only so appealing.

And young musicians see that that’s what sells, so with every brand new artist we get swagger-jackers that don’t do as well.  

Though it didn’t matter to the music industry, until they started losing profits ‘cause they don’t believe.

‘Cause previously, they had a model that worked.

And previously, no one thought that it could get any worse.

But previously I started working, and previously I just got done.

Previously the Monthly quarterly just started its run.

And previously it seemed that music was doomed, ‘cause previously every great new artist was simply exhumed.

But previously I realized that a change is coming soon.

So stay tuned.

The situation seems dismal; it’s always darkest before the dawn, and it’s that same darkness in which the Author was born.

Along with Blackbird Productions, I’ll start hip-hop’s reconstruction. Hell, every genre with all these dope artists from near the Hudson.

So C-4 yourself, with A. Webb, Crills, Googie, and Gion Ra. Take a seat at the Old Table at the Hot Club of Shangri-La.

Find yourself in a cave, crickets songs reverberating, or in a random motel with a 6 out of 6 rating

Genuinely imitating no one and these somebody’s; familiar but fresh, a breath of originality.

The road might be rocky, but regardless we’ll keep on pressing, with Kensho and Bingus Jones, there’s no need to be stressing.

We’ve got sisters that are wolves, and the travelers are brothers of ours.

Practice so damn much, you can call us Mr. Hours.

Not to mention Miss Danger, a contradiction so hectic.

And last but far from least, the beat smith known as Dialectic.