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Her Song EP

by Jay Gatsby

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1.
shes a Coffee girl too. she was class with a little bit of class and attitude. every while i would catch her smile and I would have to too, I met her at a Cinema With Two Doors. she packed Cigarettes in the Theater as I quietly adored her. wishin her eyes invited me to explore her the rest down and up. heard shes hard to get to , so i must be out of luck but my luck you wont believe. I caught her in her El Camino with a Black Key. we had a little talk for three hours. It was you and I and ours asked me if I've ever been to Manchester she use to play their Orchestra. talking shit about work and stuff. her voice was enough to set me down and relax and let the time past, not killin' but livin' as we shared minds and that I learned as we began to relate between Monsters and Men we would write our escapes she took me Across The Universe Flying to The Moon. then she took me back down The Neighborhood. it was Back to Black til the Daylight cracked, Long Day insisted I quit talking to the princess. instances where I get lost in explosions in the night time of the night mind. she was My Sunshine. morning drive home with little birds singing home. All day texts, coffee shops, and bookstores and kodak dates down the avenue. She was class with a little bit of class and attitude. Shes a coffee girl too. and Shes kinda cute. just a little
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Fast cars living large and such. Miss America. Is it every enough? Rapstar, love, and art. What the ? Miss America. Am I asking too much? Check it. Underage underpaid all the same forgive me not. For I know what I do. Running loose like a unlaced shoe. Kicking it and spitting it the same like i walk the talk and I'm leaving my mark. So follow me When opportunity knocks directly and you better say you choose correctly. So come respect me Miss America. I have a dream. By the end it'll be in a cinema and all the tickets are free. Livin' the super 16 every day like dropping 16 bars, Spitting 16 bars In my shitty car. Super. But I'm Chasing stars. I guess I'm out for glory. Trying to tell my story In a crisis like I'm forty. Ounces and Pounds Fuck That. Im concerned with static and sound. Like Bump that. Starting from the ground up. Ill get your hands up. Like I was Miss America. Don't make me shoot ya silly trutha. I'm fresh out a school. Still in my youth yup. high School Graduated, congratulating education that's exaggerated is a curtain trick song for the manipulated that is overplayed and outdated but no one notices the overstated unperpetrated indoctrinated dream you gotta slave for, while they allocate your wage for some third world wars. They got you exasperated. Out of breath, out of money, out of gas. Life's going to fast. You gotta choose. Career is monetary. The mind is solitary. The body is monastery Yo Miss America. I just wanna write. Fast cars living large and such. Miss America. Is it every enough? Rapstar, love, and art. What the ? Miss America. Am I asking too much? Real talk. She was eighteen. Daydreaming lately. Stuck behind a counter cashing out guests. What do you expect. Gotta make money to get money. but shes spending it on rent. She was dreaming about the future. where she was gonna be in 10 years checking her fears. Told me she wants to write but its like How do i survive off that? How do I survive off Rap? Do I hope to blow up? Quit my day job. Get a bit of heat then sell out, so I can live off record label bail outs. How does a painter survive off the canvas? handing out commissions on a basis until inspiration stops the brush for a month, then what? Day Jobs taking up my time and passion but its like I'm juggling my time to survive and struggling on the pursuit of happiness. all this got me pacing around the house all dramatic like I'm stuck in the madness. I saw an old photo of her once. When she was young. Before she got into the blunts of life passin'. She had blue shining eyes to match the sky but they were fixated on the stars of night. Taking in the world she could recreate painted cherry red lips were her favorite color she would never hesitate to speak her mind. She was in an endless summer. Caught up in the glory soft hands folded like she was holding a story. Someone told me what she could've been. What we all could have been. Heard she use to sing songs but the beauty is sleeping on herself. Gotta wake her up. Pursuing Renaissance. Writing songs. Starving Artists. Hoping to live long. Fast cars living large and such. Miss America. Is it every enough? Rapstar, love, and art. What the ? Miss America. Am I asking too much? Beauty is in the eye of beholder. Well I found a beauty, but i cant seem to hold her. I found a beauty but i cant seem to hold her. I found a beauty.
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I touch stars, marred the green light, north light gleamed the white crystal, melted as i rippled through the atmosphere, black was fear, but the galaxies were dreams, so I dreamed away, find me in outer space for days, locked gaze drifting, solely solemn meditating on the stardom, I wrestled the Taurus and told God I got em, took a sip from the dipper water vibrant, awarded as champion with the belt of Orion, I took with science, silence not in space, colors were the sound constant speaking universe, speaking like it was God's first verse, punchline was let there be light, now my eyes hurt like damn, chill out, I took the real route, on a mission to just spill out, rhyme after rhyme, nebulas on each page and came to age, born with the pillars of creation, journey ancient, steady pacing, vagrant wandering, inner space constant, mind state prominent, tamed the dark horse to pull planets with a dominance, held it with sound like it was gravity bound, round em out with pressure, atmospheric, stratosphere is where you hear it, esoteric, from time to time, layer to layer, so peel it, and got to the core. plant the seeds of sound and blast off again, begin, watch the sound grow with patience, born with the pillars of creation, journey ancient, steady pacing vagrant wandering, star gazing on the stairway to heaven, Stars and stairways, Another Day Tomorrow. Stars and outer space. Live from Apollo. Stars to light the poems, clouds will follow. Star zoning with the sky blown, What do I know? Beyond the clouds, not a dream, visualize the astros, lights reflect my pathos, Pallus Wisdom guided, strided through, past the two fathers, conquered the sky and Neptune blue, I touch stars with Apollo crew in chariots, gods I see carry it, radiant, illuminating sunlight pushing alpha-beta interstellar get me well off, on a theory that got roman gods to fear me, with a pull equal to that of a black hole, collapsed star, got them agro, Im astro, argonautic, cosmonautic, heavens stairway bought it? robbed her honest, promise, as icey comets glazed over head, I saw nebulas red, flame to forge galaxies and stars, heavens armor guard ya branded with light and honor, guide me, drifting, fall into a orbit, planet shifting green, sent me away, a dust trail trailed that got me tailed, so I bailed on that comet, solar sail, Hayley failed and took me back to Hades, so i dipped and rode on ray beams, spectrum splendid, red blue yellow green on light speed, sent it and received on telescopic invented invention, a one way message, deciphered but i need time to, cool its incomplete too, universe an infinite curriculum, so Einstein and Rosen gave me time to continuum, get it nerd squared ever, clever, ancient, star gazing on the stairway to heaven, blessing steady pacing. give it patience. Stars and stairways, Another Day Tomorrow. Stars and outer space. Live from the Apollo. Stars to light the poems, clouds will follow. Star zoning with the sky blown, What do I know?
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So I Imitate Creation excel in imagination that my soul and the worldly may blend generatin' cause of an outer worldly denomination that i can bend, transfer to the eyes and extract awes pausin' on the boulevard of memories channel a path of all green for my energy hope it ain't the green lit jealousy mistaken for the get go misheard the waters saying let go settle back into the 7 Seas may the heavens see my seven wonders and humility seize my heavy blunders. So i may see my son rise like the summers set to change the season winter force a cool calm collect of thoughts sand grains shift into snow flakes gather time into the looking glass looking past the window panes of history and heritage I bond past with present like marriages Took the H for Heart, I known to J and J became of Age, pains me to know stressing to grey hairs that things fall apart Busy finding things to set me apart yet I remain here, waiting for things to start. Didn't I know? I was the play button to the song the stroke to the paint brush, I was trust to relationships and love I was the contender to the challenges I was the squeeze to the trigger the glacier to the river meant to transform into something bigger figure the youth like the birds in autumn upon them bless that they don't forget the place of their mothers nest Pressin' print to kickstart genesis Surprised my arms aren't inked To Think, I Feel compulsion to blink twice at beauty so i know its real Instill power like the sun to hills counting hours can we enjoy ours? and let time ease to eternity interlaced with sincere certainty of unfeared uncertainty Creation is my remedy exercising my soul with recreation. I'm Re-Creating origins like monuments to greatness If good poets borrow, may my steal remain stainless. Sipping the source of which my family tree root placed placements. The seed will fall and rise don't call me apple johnny in hopes i be famous may i grow old to be ageless be wise and reach heights that the heavens may catch sight till i fade away like the breeze enjoy while its still here today.
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Im stuck in the pattern of the simple life. Whatever colored collar type. The Fruit strange but sweet though its never ripe. Made in a minute underpaid played a critic. My juice from a citric turned to lyric The victim trapped in the system. Slipping through the drain pipes cleaned. Found a promise and a pipe dream seen. and then Poomf! It was too dark to see through. Then I heard a sound saying be true Be You. Find whatever speaks to Sparks in the mind to a late teen kid Found a start to a prime. Put thought into rhyme. A Ban list novelist studied mad scientist Took a flight on the mother ship. In my own planet when I put the pen down. Now I'm inbound. Its all technique. I spin the hardcore round so I can hear the mind speak. Cause you already know that im... I roam the country with a team of sketch artists. Blue moon harvest from the field of the golden hearted. Midas with the inked thumb. Got the ink work that worked well. Enough to write 12 stories of the holy grail. Disciples and fort nights. Rivals and short sights. I'm a classic pitted against the all hype. Mainstreams and offstream. If I'm on flow whats it all mean? Be wary the oceans waters is mean. All day in the lab sparking flames like my projects were straight from the palisades. I'm outdated like sages and yellow pages. Some of the youngest to claim the rhymes and times as ageless. Some of the youngest out of a hundred coming up out of the dungeon. Ready for the war. So Im prepping the weapon the mind and setting the ending for dead ends and blowing up hundreds. Cause I'm.. I heard minds of Mad men I heard mad rhymes from my pen. I see no difference between the two. Just your average Joe coming through the tunnel to find it barricaded with a crack of light staring at you. Born in 94. Came with a sense of common senses resurrection. I look back to my past tenses and then my retrospective. Now its all profession. Never keep the stature weak full throttle like a hemi engine. For the rhymesayers, wordplayers, and naysayers. its whatever. For enemies ill be masking out like MF DOOM playing vendetta. Keeping the mental armed like Che Gueverra I'm just that new era revolution. Child mind inspired and analyzed I'm speaking with ghandi while having visions of the jedi mind. I've past the point of no return and I'm not looking back. but I think I'm on the right track.
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I played captive in my own mind. released me thinking if i hadn't woke where it would have left me. Empty. Lazy. My afternoon daily. Beats playing back with a bump. Thoughts gone same ones that kept me up. Funny now cause I can't get up. Falling back again. While I catch the sky going in opposite direction. Cracked door to world. The knob blurred in reflection was me. Sunshine climbing through the blinds like it missed me. Same birds from the past hour. Perched on a tree above a flower. Above a worm thinking "World give me power to escape this. I was meant for more. Reaching for the distance." Not wanting to know the end of the journey cause I was on the same one. Earthworms trying to get away from. Just leave me to peace till I dozed again. Time went by yet the clock stilled frozen. With a melody came in the warm summer air speaking in a riddle to me. Yet was soothing. Tilt my head to catch it. Open closet and a dirty basket. Whispering vanity fair. Odd to wonder why I never asked who was there. Always talking. Focused on the dust in the air. Captured in light. Like little angels on the flight to a cloudless heaven replaced with the calmest ocean blue. Left the world last words to the lover "I'll be waiting for you." I played captive in my own mind. released me thinking if i hadn't woke where it would have left me. Empty. Lazy. My afternoon daily. Beats playing back with a bump. Thoughts gone same ones that kept me up. Funny now cause I can't get up. Falling back again. Caught myself wandering with good intention. No direction. Outrospect calling for correction. Disabling my ability, limiting facility and structure. I jam the gears leaving minds free to wonder. Clocks twist forward and back. The forest walking towards the family Sap for the birds to feast so the worm can get away. Telling stories to the grand kids of his great escape. Every door shine with essence. Holding tales not secrets and healthy men to keep it. Same ocean in the sky with the child rising high. Speaking "Live life, and Ill provide light for you to see it." "Live life, and Ill provide light for you to see it." "Live life, and Ill provide light for you. So Keep It."
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When Life gets rough. Smile Tough. Keep ya eyes up to the evil that surrounds us. Give love to the people that ya can love. She was a young girl in a young world. Eyes shut to the evil that surrounds us. Eyes up to the good people that's around us. Smile tough. Good kids will be good kids. But good kids ain't kids forever, life goes and we grow looking for treasure. And they hard to find. Otherwise they wouldn't be treasures. Mom told ya draw maps and write stories so you could find forever. Looking at mom and dad like "whats love like?" wondering whats it like to have a love that looks like mom and dads love life. Did they tell her about love, then proceed to hide fights, disguised after dinner time, dad sleeping on the couch tonight. realizing somethings not right, now moms gone, they both said it'll be alright. now there's this new woman, shes not proving herself to me. I miss mom, i just want it how it used to be. When Life gets rough. Smile Tough. Keep ya eyes up to the evil that surrounds us. Give love to the people that ya can love. Did they tell her that love is like the earth holding precious sunlight like two hands whispering hold tight. like when the sea kisses the shore in the moonlight. like the earth and moon intertwined in a dance, pulling and pushing oceans in a frustrated romance, Till they reach calm, getting without getting close, singing songs. In her eyes, shes looking up the sky, catching the moon, driving around with the wrong guys, fucking with the wrong type. Life's not a bitch and neither are you. Young girl to beautiful woman. and You're missing the view. To find love you gotta find love in you. When Life gets rough. Smile Tough. Keep ya eyes up to the evil that surrounds us. Give love to the people that ya can love.

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I originally intended a 10-track compilation I promised some months earlier but could only manage a 7-track. After time withered me down into indifference I realized I couldn't push forward. Bad structures, senseless rhyming, and months of procrastination pushed me to cut songs and release this as it is.

The EP starts off with 'Coffee' as an introduction that takes a glimpse through the first night I spent introducing myself to my now ex-girlfriend. Like the cliche "get a cup of coffee" date, hopefully this EP will give you a quick introduction to who I am and the ramblings and strangely irregular yet common mind of a hopeful poet wannabe rapper.

Without further ado, check it out, kickback and relax. There will definitely be more coming soon! Thank you for stopping by.

Dedicated to Amy.

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released March 8, 2014

Album Cover by Joshua Mala

Special thanks to Producers; Crome, Illvino, Nosferatu, and Monolith.
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JayGatsby Anchorage, Alaska

Just some 20-year old kid from Alaska with a love for hip-hop and writing. Trying to see a community of entrepreneurs, dream chasers, passion lovers, artists, and genuine people in the hometown. Movement through music.

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