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Kurzweil (ft. David Ramos, iCON The Mic King & Shoshin)

from Broken Bone Ballads by Ceschi

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For all Anonymous Inc. supporters over the years. My verse goes out to all of the good people I met in prison.

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Ceschi (Chorus) :
(Yeah)
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Some will fight for survival.
Very few will stand tall.
(Yeah)
Nothing lasts too long.
I'm not advanced,
I'm no Kurzweil,
Just a man
And I'm flawed.

David:
Let's play pretend.
Bend.
Move it on beyond your body, transcend.
I am just a broken version of the perfect person searching for some type of affordable plastic surgeon to solder these wires properly.
Honestly, I bought 1 million vitamins in the hopes that they might end my endless flaws.
Amino acid concoctions that claimed that they would bring me calm.
I wish I could've been a better person when it actually meant something.
Not now.
These retrospective reflections won't reverse my errors,
just an endless apology follows me stuck on repeat.

Mike King:
Made a life in places where dreams die.
X marks where you'll see Y.
I coordinate time in form of space
defy what they've defined.
Long as you can afford it, fine
order mine, I'm in the claws of time.
I'm sorta Jordan Belfortified
I mind the more, til it's more than mine.
Ain't so sure who I used to be.
Even less of his use to me.
Waiting on the singularity 
to come and wipe my era/error clean
don't need your memory, truthfully.
I'ma still ghostride this griffin,
but here's the silent difference,
even if my values are questionable
they know my value isn't.

Shoshin:
Got drunk on true love, then threw up.
Lifting liquor to listless lips to liver,
deliver me from the stinking sick in which you sunk.
Six years plus, lost in the fog of lust, we fucked.
Every caustic, colossal sin ensconced in skin sings to be seen,
screams to the beat.
Such awful, haunting hymns, tethering us taut, blood loss to limbs.
Engendering all squalls from frothing lips,
spitting venom in a hostile, toxic fit.
Our trespasses surpass us, all-encompassing shadows cast,
wrapping our limbs up as the rafters come crashing.
Holding on until it falls apart, a holocaust of hearts.


Ceschi:
September 4th I was taken
by Connecticut state and
placed into custody,
shackled roughly,
processed
and stripped naked.

Hispanic "H" on my I.D.
like many men in chains by me.
All we ever really want to do is find peace
but spend lifetimes only fighting.

Im no enlightened being,
just been taught
by the things I've seen.
Violently made mountains of mistakes,
got lost in my faults & greed.

All these men live life like me.
Gamblers who risked everything
to feed their seeds
or breed their dreams.
In the end got caught
under lock and key.

credits

from Broken Bone Ballads, released April 7, 2015
produced by Factor Chandelier
Additional lyrics & vocals by David Ramos, Mic King & Shoshin
Bass by Enver Hampton

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Ceschi New Haven, Connecticut

Ceschi (pronounced chess-key) Ramos makes his own version of progressive hip hop spliced with elements of folk & indie rock. Although he has almost "mathy" technical rap abilities he's first and foremost a singer-songwriter at heart. Although one Ceschi song may consist of punk influenced machine gun fast raps, the next may be a quiet folk ballad played on acoustic guitar. ... more

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