More Die of Heartbreak (Album)

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1.	Speak 03:58 video	lyrics	buy track
Speak Verse 1 Coda: Welcome. Wherever you are out there, right now, I'm glad you made it here. Verse 1: I kneel to the earth to clutch a fist full of sand in my palm I see patterns forming words in my hand born to understand and comprehend what my diction lends to sin and channel through the enamel that unravels my travel, because along the strobing halogen bulbs I walk forever shunned to rub the rare and untouched perchance, I was sucked into a universe that held me too much or not enough drugged by superstition and ignoring intervention your vision's often tempting but following instruction is your function that caters your deduction to a stunned outcome And, if these words are my last words and you fail to reply know this is not where evil lived but where (my) humanity died your world has lied been a liar, lying to life living a lie, supplying mankind with wrong and right a plight that must suffice as I blitz into the night seeing God's face in ink blotches his vices enter my glottis The artist lends an ear Vincent Van Gogh let this man go, untold and be brilliantly fused where my pain becomes a room ripping me inside out you often call it rap word up, no doubt with your wax people with wax thoughts in a wax world drifting into space what a wax waste it is only on these rainy days that I could only wish for sun rays to make all of my wax problems just melt away Chorus 1 (x2): So, speak without losing control of tongue and cheek dogma harbors Hell and Hell is used to harbor weak Weak Weak is the result of many lies that they use to program dreams on the retina of your eyes Why Why won't you believe my warning sign being brainwashed is not the way to healthy minds Verse 2, written by Ralph Prater Invention concrete evidence of comprehension illustrating optimal potential of a nation lifelines were used to procreate and gather food but often separated by the lesser minds of fools and everything a new discovery should probably teach us is often desecrated by the interfering leeches filter out uniqueness individuals are dangerous as any virus that's supposed to be contagious to target market ages the young and the impressioned barricade the lie and vaccinate contamination I hope this message sinks in I only have a pen and every attribute of any healthy human being yeah, I can help you reach it but only if you see it I can grab your flesh and hope my music grabs your spirit impervious are lyrics made to live beyond even after songs are done kaleidoscopes of hope scriptures of elixirs applied to hollow wounds by means of painting mental pictures Chorus 2 (x1) Outro Coda: This is my life. This is my story. This is where More Die of Heartbreak.
2.	Behind Her Eyes 03:13	lyrics	buy track
Behind Her Eyes Introduction: There's something about now that’s got me laying low waiting on the high rise, fam my heartbeat drops and I feel it in the night it's the feeling of the lost being found I've been drinking brown liquor mind spinning since the sun went down I can feel it in the air of the city singing to me gently the pressures of the day her love couldn't see it my way, okay Verse 1: Her sadness feels like rubber skin make up, lipstick, summer trends like plastic shells of mannequins she's pale and thin as porcelain with black, stone eyes of lifeless dolls her hair is frayed like balls of yarn her frail and useless, mindless arms motion as if not in charge stringed like puppets owned by Gods, unsure if men should own their minds recalls this life, as it was, sometimes no pills to trade the lows for highs inside a tangled soul unwinds with nothing real behind her eyes there's nothing real behind her eyes there's nothing real behind her eyes Collision: There's nothing real behind her eyes (back harmony) (x4) Nothing (back harmony) (x8) Verse 1 continued: There's nothing real behind her eyes when her mother visits she cannot cry but deep within she wants to die deep within she wants to die deep within she wants to die so deep within she wants to die deep within she wants to die Verse 1 coda: Imagine the emptiness, the loss. Some things we can't come back from. But what if we could? Verse 2: To say goodbye year after year almost nothing reverse her tears but imagine brief, a winding gear pulling back, where nothing's real rewinding life like movie film a ghost beneath is lifting limbs free from strings, untied by will out her mouth fly fluorescent pills land in palms, return to rims of plastic bottles, prescriptions filled xanax, valium, vicodin her blackened eyes, find life again hair grows bright in flowing wind the plastic shell of a mannequin now tender flesh, still transient damaged veins from heroin go purple, pink, and heal her skin An apartment filled with clueless kids watch backward words from moving lips reverse the sounds that once convinced their minds and hearts that mother's scars were wounds once healed by magic wands afar they call like saddened songs she ignores them all backpedals halls a room of steepened, darkened stairs that appear to lead her to nowhere emerge atop a building roof and out into the summer air I'm drunk and hurt and consumed with self the words I say are deeply felt before they escape my angry breath I reverse a step, she comes to me an index finger in my chest pulls it back and kisses me turns around and faces out where the sun once down now rises up did she tell me time was up before I knew my time was up I'm still on top that building drunk staring out at the setting sun we're still on top that building drunk staring out at the setting sun End song
3.	All I Meant feat. Cole Jonique 03:43 video	lyrics	buy track
All I Meant feat. Cole Jonique Chorus 1, Cole Jonique All I meant to do is tell you I'm listening tell you I hear you now, forever more, I'll be I'll be on my own And, all I meant to say, every reaching every healing now, forever more, I'll be I'll be on my own Verse 1, Chuckie Campbell Maybe it was me maybe it was you maybe it was everything you knew So, let go Maybe you're my angel, epitome of faithful: is all beauty painful? I don't know. Looking through our pictures with so much to remember I know that if I love you I'll tell you move on. No one here can fix you. No one here can save me. You're hurt and I'm angry. Still, we hold on. Images of making love, becoming one, I'm wondering if covenants and promises uncover it – just two – colors in a spectrum, broken and reflective, nothing could be separate: it's in you. What happens when the passions of two people in attraction end up hurting one another with their actions? Sometimes, people bring out nothing but the bad in one another even when intentions are nothing but good. Please, look. Chorus 2, Cole Jonique (x1) Verse 2, Chuckie Campbell There are moments in our lifetime open as the skyline, meant to show us time in a pinhole. Let's go. People want to be in love. Do they know what love is? I seem to only know what it's not. I know, Love is not bickering. Love is not arguing. Love is not always in a fight. One time. Love is not controlling. Love is not hoping bruises get easier to hide. Two times. Love is not crass or bringing up the past or yelling just to hurt the other back. Three times. Love is not mad, doesn't talk with its hands, and it doesn't always get another chance. Four times. Love is not wrath, revenge or payback, trying to replace what it had. One love. Love is not lost, doesn't always come around, and before it loves another, it must first love itself. Chorus 3, Cole Jonique (x1) Coda: Just under the starlight, on the face of the water, she dreams only but half asleep. Dying on the tide, in the cool summer breeze, all my love, I'm afraid, is beneath. I imagine in a sliver of time where I reach that she also reaches out to me. My heart is a yolk in a thin hollow shell, praying for a moment of relief, a ghost in a stampede looking at its body, hovering above a cold street. I'm waiting for the pain to bleed into my eyes, my love running down my cheek. Chorus 4, Cole Jonique (x1) End Song
4.	How To Know When feat. Willie Breeding 04:26	lyrics	buy track
How To Know When feat. Willie Breeding Truncated Chorus, Willie Breeding: I owe it to you Verse 1, Chuckie Campbell: All the feelings come back at the same time and I never quite know what it all means I've never been much for the big signs to believe what's seen in a big dream to believe in-between the besieged or beneath, the benign or bereaved to be-seek and bequeath, I would bleed on the beat just to be there, now wrapped in the rain and the pain that I found I'm always fighting fear that I'm letting you down (be)cause all I ever wanted was to make you proud I'm peeling back labels on a beer bottle thinking of my goddaughter, Josee I'm always on the road and she barely even knows me I do it for the fam, but what about my choices a bar full of people and I feel lonely songs come out like one big story and everyone thinks they know me and maybe they do much better than who should have that attention devoted: devotion my brother who saw me through struggles impoverished, stood by me regardless when times were the hardest, remained in my corner -- I owe it to you -- to disclose it: JQ Chorus 1, Willie Breeding: Yes, I know I should stand it's been hard knowing when Yes, it's true I owe it to you I owe it to you Verse 2, Chuckie Campbell: At eleven years old on my way home voices behind a building there was laughter, talking a circle of people but also sounds of screaming a Zippo lighter, heated up wire twisted up hangers in letters I was young, naive and entered the circle thinking a better position would allow me to see and know what I'm seeing I regret that fateful decision two black children held by adults facing the concrete pavement white men burning letters in skin the first one started with N Growing up, I reflect on the blessings we never were rich but invested not in money but the kind of investments that gave us truth in perspective never rich but we were wealthy in friendship you were family coming up in the south that was special, no doubt, many more still think we're kin, with same last name and different color skin there's so much more than pigment -- transcendent, I see it in your wife and kid I admire that from my distance and wonder if I'm just too distant Chorus 2, Willie Breeding (x1): Verse 3, Chuckie Campbell: You're my brother for life If not by blood I'd spill mine, saving yours and I'll forget how to know when Some moments are etched in stone At eleven years old I walked away with guilt and privilege lost my innocence witnessing hate no man should know I kept it a secret, afraid to reveal it The silence has ate my soul As close as we are embarrassed and torn I have never retold this story before The shame is too much to afford I hope it gives license to others with stories, for we owe it to tell them more I awoke to rain hitting my window in the eve of the afternoon My mind burning through time and space writing this song for you Life’s too short to censor our words We become what we consume so we must speak or forfeit our power to the voices of others who do At the expense of youth, we pass on our legacy humanity lost, reduced Right or wrong, the views are heard and work to construct the truth but whose truth Chorus 3, Willie Breeding (x1): End Song
5.	Synesthesia 03:34 video	lyrics	buy track
Synesthesia In a field of bluegrass a green stop sign pouring black rain glowing gray skies tiny white lies a black wedding dress a world of white rappers and black presidents boys wearing pink girls wearing blue hot with Technicolor and incandescent hues sodalite blues over silver black seas skies of lavender atomic tangerine kaleidoscopic dreams in cream-colored rooms slaves locked in chains of red, white, and blue shades of faded freedom burn sienna through the sunset this house is built of goodbyes and needles under swing sets broken hearts and fake friends PTSD war vets, pushing politicians backing hate crimes and racists sign posts in language and overdue mortgage statements liquidate a family's assets to satisfy housing payments throw away a life of savings a single mother's investments send her children off to college a chance to be something better now they're packing up possessions in cardboard boxes whatever staring blankly out the window still moments in their perception Chorus 1 (x1): In a field of bluegrass a green stop sign pouring black rain glowing gray skies tiny white lies a black wedding dress a world of white rappers and black presidents Green doesn't mean go Red doesn't mean stop How we learn color all depends on what we're taught So we walk between the lines stop and go with flashing lights in a world full of color all we see is black and white Synesthesia Bridge Red, Blue Left, Right Us, Them Black, White Christian, Muslim Wrong, Right Push, Pull Death, Life Verse 2 I toss and turn in my sleep during dreams of my childhood remembering dark streets and friends that the night took blue ribbons and purple hearts black panthers with white guilt words written in white ink a Jesus with black skin exists where the dead live sleeping walking on pain pills white powder in dollar bills tornados in nostrils divisions cannot heal until people can see clear where cultural common sense meets colors of one's skin our nation cannot heal until patterns in how we think see it's us against us not us against them colorless lost lives of colorful lifetimes should not leave us colorblind but show us where color lies Chorus 2 (x1) Bridge Rich, Poor Old, Young Gay, Straight Hate, Love Hearing, Color Seeing, Sound Tasting, Words Lost, Found End Song
6.	Father's Hands 03:31	lyrics	buy track
Father's Hands Truncated Chorus (x2): Men carve hate in the hearts of men Feeling how it feels to feel again Verse 1: We didn't have much, but we had us For some, it would never be enough, and we had love, though I grew up rough, I learned what it meant to be a man -- thus my father's hands, calloused and tough, would teach me how to throw a punch with the very same hands that the very same man once held his new born son I would never know love without pain To me, they were one in the same Maybe that's true, and I really don't know, how I really want to deal with the hate I disintegrate, break it into parts, sleep in the arch of his lifeline In the pads of his hands are the maps of a man that could hold my heart for a lifetime Chorus: Hands on me Men carve hate in the hearts of men Pleasure and pain Feeling how it feels to feel again Hands on me Men carve hate in the hearts of men We go numb Feeling how it feels to feel again Verse 2: My father's hands instilled mistrust, obscene but tender, coarse to touch We called our fist fights arguments, silence deafening, bruises, cuts, palms like leather, knuckles blunt How children sometimes learn to love: learn from us what was taught to us -- patterns, cycles, violence And, he never laid a hand on my mother once She told me he was never really taught to love Although he never said it, that he loved his son Now, we try to talk at least twice a month I participate, break it into parts, on the other side of the phone line, In the pads of his hands, the chance to understand and heal in the course of a lifetime Chorus 2 (x1) Verse 3: And, I woke up calm in thought led by scars and the beat of my heart, and my hands feel large and wrong, stained by pain I could never wash off, and the nights are long, because I’ve been both in physical assault -- the helpless victim and person at fault and both only involve loss I hurt everything that I love A piece of me feels I was taught Maybe that's true, and I really don't know, how I want to deal with it all I rehabilitate, put together parts, staring at the arch in my lifeline In the palm of my hand is a promise to my dad to break this cycle in a lifetime Chorus 3 (x1) Truncated Chorus (x1) Coda: We are men who were pushed away by their fathers, whose only hope for true human connection lives in our detachment End Song
7.	Seasons 03:28	lyrics	buy track
Seasons Coda: Some claim that our lives are only seasons I used to know these two brothers They’d walk up to the basketball court like every day The old one had a scar on his chest and no one called him by his real name They called him Hank Gathers Verse 1: A friend who I grew up with had a hole in his heart For years, I struggled with that image, playing sports in the park It was cold, maybe march, shoveled snow off the asphalt I remember how the winter made the day feel soft Damp leather in my palm, sun lost behind the gloss of a calm long and heavy like the spring was the fall On the court playing ball with jeans and our hoodies on played for hours without asking even what was the score: barbed wire, brick walls, chained nets, steel backboards The game was something sacred something more than a sport We dreamt on that blacktop, dissolving in the backdrop, handles and a jump shot, a reason to believe The day would prove deep The kid fell to his knees At first, he couldn't breathe, hunched over in a corner, then collapsed on the court holding tight to his shoulder Eyes pried wide open Mouth stuck in a square Hands moving to his chest still gasping for air, and he lie there, pupils rolled back -- all white -- body still and catatonic in a fight for his life Some moments make you notice tiny patches of time, details that otherwise might've fell to the side The world magnified, birds chirping in the distance, like God was trying to find out if I was really listening; dreaming real life, sirens yelled into the evening filling up spaces and bouncing up off of buildings He wasn't breathing He wasn't breathing By the time paramedics arrived, he wasn't breathing Adults in the street lights talking to policemen negotiating vengeance, narratives, contradiction I recall dribbling, walking home with a feeling, taking all the same streets, but somehow they felt different: glistening, intimate, musty with lost innocence, thinking dark images of surgeons and apprentices: taping shut eyelids, sawing through his flesh, misplacing instruments, clamps and forceps vanishing in depths of bone beneath his breast, hidden in his body as they sewed up his chest Chorus 1: I imagine darkness, thick enough to touch, flawless, hate as perfect as your love, I imagine what many cannot fathom in us to imagine what happened that day in '91 Verse 2: A kid bullied on and battered, they called him Hank Gathers His brother was Bo Kimble 'cause he shot left handed They hooped in New Balance, low tops and high fades, walked together to the park almost every day -- in collegiate starter jackets and oversized jeans, played dice on the side 'til we picked up teams Hank was wiry and long no older than thirteen, and Bo was a bit slow, so he followed Hank's lead It returns in my dreams, sometimes on dark nights, reminding me that people move in and out of our lives I struggle with the whys, if it happens for a reason, to reconcile the cycle if our lives are only seasons I remain humble, grateful I am breathing, lost in the current of superficial existence, but I can still feel it in the cold of the winter It sits in my chest, while I'm lacing up my sneakers On a brisk, march evening walking off into the distance, tracing back steps through alleys and over fences -- walls of graffiti, vacant lots, broken glass, I dribble down Main Street and Madison Ave Chorus 2: I imagine darkness thick enough to touch, flawless, hate as perfect as your love I imagine what many cannot fathom in us to re-imagine what happened that day in '91 End Song
8.	Deus Ex Machina 04:14	lyrics	buy track
Deus Ex Machina Chorus 1: I chart this crooked path telling stories of my stories and stories of my past inside still lies a man turning back on what he had sometimes, just what he has... Verse 1: All the rumors here are true even if they didn't happen even if they lied to you in that lie still lies the truth maybe from a different angle maybe from your point of view what was filtered through your senses came out different in hue colored by experience how that mind often consumes Now, I shudder when I pray say how art will be thy name southern accent painting pain on every word in which I frame maybe I deserve that hate like a bad man in a good way looking for my place to turn that bad into a good day I open broken notions feeling like I don't belong even strong and driven people tire out of being strong Bridge: I think back and pause but it all goes back to back, and packed in a raw dose deep impact, overlapped in a combo joy and pain, everything that follows Coda: My mother always told me everything would heal with time. The darkness nearly took away my life. Verse 2: I grew up where they pitch ‘dem drugs, throw ‘dem fists, raise ‘dem thugs, up from kids, lock ‘dem up, they go dumb, they go crunk drank that drank and smoke that blunt all night in that hidden cut dime piece in that black out truck sixteen, nearly black out drunk spread her legs for pills and weed give up her virginity to someone almost twenty three young and caught up in the scene many pass on, passively 'til someone stops them actively and tells ‘dem what they 'sposed to be: kings and queens and majesty Imagine me, just trying to breathe, out with crew and shooting hoops, when changing my trajectory led us both to introduce ourselves, and nearly stand aloof connection deep as family roots had us making power moves friendship can powerful A mentor in my shattered youth, who molded my bad attitude, exposed me to my altitude, scriptures, rap, and platitudes, a master who was masterful, each one teach one, afterward pass on what was taught to you and we have one less, amateur chakras, auras, anima I listened on those summer nights so close, in fact, it felt as if he almost read my mind free-styling under buzzing lights until sun lit up the sky I wonder if we live our lives or earn the right to die Chorus 2: I chart this crooked path telling stories of my stories and stories of my past inside still lies a man turning back on what he had sometimes just what he has... Verse 3: Ralph Prater was my mentor a friend consider fam one summer he would spaz after moving to Seattle and shortly moving back and something didn't match, man something not intact had left him fragile and disjointed let down and disappointed a poignant moment opened A wall of cold emotion A wall of cold emotion Some kind of strange psychosis Some kind of strange psychosis, and then his anger burst That’s when I was assaulted He’s wailing hard and throwing and then my jaw is broken I couldn't fight him back, not even lift a hand A sense of calm came over: I wasn't even mad. I would've died for him That night I had my chance I'm on the pavement, holding teeth inside my bloody hand He left me there to die but something called me back that night, I saved my life but now, relive my past inside the looking glass, I can see my face My jaw still held together by metal plates And, that's how we would separate, walk off in our separate ways, a phone call then a legal case, details merge, evaporate, stories move and take the place of truth and time to calibrate, tales I could not calculate, only half way speculate what happened in that darkened space doctors and physicians pace wires and some metal plates wires and some metal plates said I'd never rap again wires and titanium here I am in rap, again but we would never rap, again If you can hear me, brother I'm calling out your name but this would be the last time there's nothing left to say. Bridge: I think back and pause but it all goes back to back, and packed in a raw dose deep impact, overlapped in a combo joy and pain, everything that follows Coda 2: The man who changed my life tried to take my life, but if I had the time, I'd say and do what's right March 2011, you committed suicide, and there's nothing I can say or do to move against that tide and nothing here can bring you back no matter how I cry, so I do the only thing I know to visit -- I rhyme. End Song
9.	Against The Grain feat. Cappadonna, Block McCloud, and Solomon Childs 04:21	lyrics	buy track
Against The Grain feat. Cappadonna, Block McCloud, and Solomon Childs Truncated Chorus, Block McCloud: It seems it doesn't matter how hard I try I'm thinking it's love but getting paid I don't even know the reason why I'm thinking it's love but it’s a game Verse 1, Cappadonna: Can't live without my money Can't live without my weed Can't live without my seed All these haters that dealing with greed Yeah, fuck y'all niggas one time thinking y'all niggas gonna stop my shine Nigga, I'm too far into my grind Y'all niggas gonna remember my name 'cause all this money and all this fame Nigga, I ain't never go against that grain What you niggas know about this pain? Bang, bang, bang! Y'all m'fuckers better stay in y'all lane Bang, bang, bang! Y'all m'fuckers better stay in ya'll lane Bang, bang, bang! Y'all m'fuckers better stay in ya'll lane Chorus 1, Block McCloud Seems it doesn't matter how hard I try I'm thinking it's love but getting paid I don't even know the reason why I'm thinking it's love but it’s a game Seems it doesn't matter how hard I cry I'm wishing for sun but getting rain I don't even have the will to fight It's not even worth going against the grain Verse 2, Chuckie Campbell, From the dying of the light, let it all manifest scrolls unfold from the bones of the dead no man here is safe from the curse of the flesh words unsaid in the fog of your breath believing in the wisdom that I kept in inner-visions interfering intervention that I felt -- press on into the psychic premonitions in my lyrics was it ever for the love and respect? -- yes I rep for the air in my esophagus 'til I die mummified in a sarcophagus resurrect just to rise in a metropolis with a hologram of Tupac as my accomplice hypothesis: if you go against the grain forget about the money and the fame write it for the love and the pain you might just blow and get paid but more go broke and get played and more die here of heartbreak -- falling victim to the vivid dualistic propositions propagated dream sequence, hero/villain way of thinking, sleeping with the sheep 'til they wake I nod to my audience, bow on stage give my heart to the few who remember the name giving back to the culture what it gave to me with a heart built to go against the grain Chorus 2, Block McCloud, (x1) Verse 3, Solomon Childs I'm 'bout to book it ducking and dodging the pigs I can't afford to do them bids I got this work on me My momma need money meanwhile the feds on me fuck-boys is plotting on me chopping bricks like karate pushing narcotics too tight hustle all day and all night or to the break of dawn or to the dawn break young kingpin money like I hit the sweepstakes hard knock life feel these high stakes Chorus, Block McCloud (x1) End Song
10.	Ancient Astronaut Theory 03:12	lyrics	buy track
Ancient Astronaut Theory Verse 1: Dreaming of decadent times stories, elaborate plots Eden to Shangri-la lands exotic and hot hips that move and then stop love discovered and lost imagine and travel beyond open up, follow along I'll bless you with spirit and song the moon and the stars you know who you are energy, power, and force rethinking the popular form and passion it takes to perform in rapture, expanding upon a planet of mediocre hipsters with music awards cool kids with nothing to say I'm really the opposite thing and rhyming for positive change an Anunnaki autopilot astronaut riding the wave of lovely aesthetic beauty so rarely contained Chorus (x1) I'm focused feeling energy expanding out of broken light and wisdom of the temple deep within its patterns, entering streams of creativity unknown to Gods or deities swimming tranquil through beyond and back within infinity sound that I concocted on the tails of burning comets riding rhythms dancing awkward on a universal spiral we are stars advancing brilliant in the oceans of our nothing shine bright, release, be free Middle Eight: This music raised me, gave me something to say and maybe it saved, when there was nothing but pain in a pair of headphones, the world drifted away so I do this for the culture, giving back what it gave Verse 2: I go I (x2) I goes in I (x2) Go! Rolling mad fly, flipping smooth on them boys, huh going hard, exposing all those phony decoys, yah I been on my work, though, someone shoulda told yah gifted here to separate the music from the noise, bruh Chorus 2 (x1) We are We (x2) We are made We are made of stars What are we afraid of? -- sliding off into the either? stars burning out into the nothing I can reach them What if we fearlessly, saw potential, put energy into concepts and imagery, penmanship, creativity -- What if we ventured out, thought outside of the box? Discovered no limitations: only people with thoughts. Chorus 3 (x2) End Song
11.	A Moment In Time 02:36	lyrics	buy track
A Moment in Time Coda: Yeah, sometimes, you just got to feel blessed to be in the moment. C’mon Collision: And, I walk on down that lonely, painted road -- And, I walk on down the road. Chorus: We can never go back, once it came, it elapsed, rearranged and collapsed, hate I can’t evacuate, ventilates and contracts, inchoate in the past, formulates in the lap of a God in the form of a man in a mask arabesque looking back how it all came apart in the cave of my heart universe in a thought and a man made of stars written on the walls of a moment we paused in time. Verse 1: Everybody throw it up, if you love the sound If you got it, show us love for the underground We do it for the music, so we rock the crowd Yeah, we do it for the music, so we rock the crowd I got it on lock, so I lock this down with the power that I gather from my diaphragm come to life like a Coachella hologram, so that you can get the picture, like an Instagram In an instant I can instigate the inner state of inner waste, meaning from an inner place to incubate my inner hate in order for the interface to enter place and entertain I innovate in such a way impossible to imitate, an infinite but out-of-place area of outer space an infinite but out-of-place area of outer space never-ending Neverland of serenade to narrate to separate the music from the noise, let me simplify – Back in the day, when nobody had cash on a cardboard box, b-boys break dance as the boom box blast, we would all kick raps you ain’t get another chance, if you said something wack when the DJ scratch, yo we all get down no digital DJs clicked on a mouse wrote letters to the senator with Krylon cans rebelled against the system by sagging our pants But time goes on and we all evolve Days turn to night and the earth revolves The music ain’t dead; there’s change involved Learn to adapt or you’ll all fall off Yeah, learn to adapt or you’ll all fall off, and if it happens that way, it’s fine by me As dope as it was, what this world don’t need is another rendition of Run DMC, Tupac Shakur or another Jay-Z, so I’m tell you, like a brother told me MP3s will replace CDs like ton of wack rappers will replace emcees Ayo, that’s deep, but there’s something more important We make music, so we can push it forward, Yeah, we make music so we should push it forward – It’s about the culture Collision (x1): Chorus (x3): End Song
12.	More Die of Heartbreak feat. Erin Breeding 03:04	lyrics	buy track
More Die of Heartbreak feat. Erin Breeding Verse 1, Chuckie Campbell: My mind drifts on colorful currents of dead winds reminded of times that proved to be timeless listen, I'm here to fight for this if it breaks me, I'll take that risk -- feel this It's been a while since it all made sense and now, I'm in a space to think reminisce over you, my God I've lost so many friends succumb to the darkness, hate, and violence I watch from a distance outside of myself pour a drink for anyone who's left I'm a mess -- put my hands to the flesh of the woman I love and I ruined any chance at her trust We live life once, so nothing could be enough Some things we don't come back from I repent to a slum of drugs and fake thugs I wonder if we've come undone -- one love These are not lyrics, these are letters to God We can't fall unless we rise to the top, so walking to the beat of one singular heart the first step is to do your part Chorus 1, Erin Breeding (x1) And they tell us not to dream things will never change everyone who tried failed and they lost their way, they say... that just more die of heartbreak Verse 2, Chuckie Campbell If the good die young, I may live forever never claimed I was some kind of angel My whole life, I've been living this album words that speak louder than actions My theory became practice, breath of my beloved beneficent unsummoned, benevolent uncovered covenant, my brothers, we walk for our justice even if that means the team is just us I stare into the sky and dream of another time a place where we could make things right burn and freeze like ice, be brave enough to question why in the face of a faceless lie These are not lyrics, these are letters to God We can't fall unless we rise to the top, so walking to the beat of one singular heart the first step is to do your part Chorus, Erin Breeding (x2) End Song

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More Die of Heartbreak, borrowing its title from nobel prize winning author Saul Bellow's novel of the same name, is an experimental hip hop project written by Chuckie Campbell and produced entirely by Willie Breeding of the brother/sister duo The Breedings. The album features highly notable guest appearances from members of the Wu Tang Clan, Cappadonna and Solomon Childs, Cole Jonique of Tate Music Group, Willie and Erin Breeding of The Breedings, as well as rapper and producer for Disturbia Music Group, Block McCloud. The album itself is a return to form for Chuckie Campbell, a telling, drawing on the seven years after a violent physical assault left his jaw broken in two places, an event that would affect nearly every other human relationship that took place afterward. The album is dedicated to Ralph B. Prater, who committed suicide in March of 2011. It is a reminder that for every one person who makes it out alive, more will die of heartbreak.

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released December 21, 2013

All songs written by Chuckie Campbell for Sunsets and Silencers Music, Buffalo, NY, except for verse two of “Speak,” written by Ralph Prater and the choruses on“All I Meant” and “How To Know When” written by Willie Breeding.

Additional vocals by Erin Breeding on “Speak” and “More Die of Heartbreak”

Additional vocals by Cole Jonique for Tate Music Group on “All I Meant”

Additional vocals by Willie Breeding on “How To Know When”

Additional vocals by Block McCloud for Disturbia Music on “Against The Grain”

Additional vocals by Cappadonna for Kingz N Queenz LLC on “Against the Grain”

Additional vocals by Solomon Childs for Wu Music Group on “Against the Grain”

Additional Drums by Dillon Napier

Additional Keys by Micah Hulscher

Strings on “Speak” and “Behind Her Eyes” by Mark Evitts

Additional Pedal Steel and Electric Guitar by J. Tom Hnatow

Additional Drum Recording by Elijah "Lij" Shaw at Toybox Studios, Nashville, TN

Additional production and engineering by Duane Lundy at Shangri-la Productions in Lexington, KY

Additional engineering by Chuckie Campbell at Sunsets and Silencers Music, Buffalo, NY

Recorded, produced, and mixed at True Blue Recording by Willie Breeding in Nashville, TN

Mastered by Paul "Willie Green" Womack at The Greenhouse in Brooklyn, NY

Album Artwork by Kerby Rosanes for Kerby Rosanes Doodle Art and Illustration in Mandaluyong, Philippines

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Chuckie Campbell Buffalo, New York

Chuckie Campbell is an American hip hop artist who lives in Buffalo, NY. Campbell commonly performs with a live band (drums, keys, and a full horn section), to make for a dynamic, powerful, and eclectic approach to hip hop, filled with fluid instrumentation, lush musical arrangements, and heartfelt poetic nuance. ... more