To see how I got here, I take it back where it began.
This topical/Storytelling piece is 100 Percent autobiographical, and takes place from March 2020, living with an Emcee in Mt Clemens, MI, and ends in Verse three in August 2020, following my move to Downtown Detroit.
Details my personal rigors of dealing with life during the first of two Covid lockdowns, and all that came with it.
Production is handled by Detroit Hip Hop Legend, the great D.J. LOS, which marks our 3rd collaboration, but first offical production.
This is the final of 8 singles to be released in anticipation of my 6th full length LP.
Following the Albums official release, listeners will be treated to a remastered version of all tracks, and over 20 minutes of brand new, never before heard material.
lyrics
Chorus
Nothings even close to normal, anymore..
Maybe it never was?
Surfin internet to get the next report..
Started sinkin in my head, (they mighta set us up)
What you bout to do, but get depressed as fuck?
Count the bread you got left, I guess ill close the door
Watch em take the rights away, whole entire Nation waits, this is my salvation, sittin, writing Isolation Tapes
(oh my Lord)
VERSE ONE
When I woke, I called unemployment first thing. They just shut us down last Thursday, Enjoy your Quarantine
This more than sort of stinks, almost too poor to eat, even went up to the store and there was no more meat (the fuck?)
Im in between places, now im crashin homies couch, feelin like a total slouch, (Yo, can we smoke some weed?)
Both of us, too uninspired to even write a rhyme, these are unprecedented times were in, dont you agree?
Nothings certain but uncertainty
Were just pacing hopelessly, almost homeless, hard to cope with things
Called up my Ma for a couple dollars for the pantry, i was embarrassed to be, this close to poverty
Everybody arguing over Donald, im hearin, "Blah Blah"
All this dark I wana get outa, this is War it seems
They got us locked in a Psy Op, no lie, rather watch some old pro wrestling, than turn on TV
Chorus
Nothings even close to normal, anymore..
Maybe it never was?
Surfin internet to get the next report..
Started sinkin in my head, (they mighta set us up)
What you bout to do, but get depressed as fuck?
Count the bread you got left, I guess ill close the door
Watch em take the rights away, whole entire Nation waits, this is my salvation, sittin, writing Isolation Tapes
(oh my Lord)
VERSE TWO
Had a lot of gigs booked for the month of March, I was proud that ive come this far, then it all fell apart
Crushed my hopes and dreams
Homie, Ill wear a mask and ill keep the six feet, but I wont take the sting
Couple weeks go, nothings opening
Doin things I said id never do, like snorting cocaine
Acting more abnormal than i did back in the day
Anything to distract the pain,
When youre forced to freeze
We had to cancell our Showcase at a local place
No choice, such a focal point, to be Emcees
Paranoia growing in my bones, Dismal is drippin in my soul
Closing doors on me
Surfin internet i see Conspiracies, pumpin the fear in me, im fuckin furious every time i blink
Flippin the scrpit on society, entirely
Growing tired from anxiety, I know,
But i try to breathe..
Chorus
Nothings even close to normal, anymore..
Maybe it never was?
Surfin internet to get the next report..
Started sinkin in my head, (they mighta set us up)
What you bout to do, but get depressed as fuck?
Count the bread you got left, I guess ill close the door
Watch em take the rights away, whole entire Nation waits, this is my salvation, sittin, writing Isolation Tapes
(oh my Lord)
VERSE THREE
Praise to God, I think were finally breaking out of this
But we still aint safe, so this pen im taking solace in
Yo, they known for breakin promises
So I just kept WRITING, AND WRITING, AND WRITING, TILL MY PILE WAS THICK!
Got my own place to stay, the day they dropped my P.U.A.
But make no mistake, I gota say, Im still not okay
Now im all alone and feeling more than strange
Mind racing and contemplating, how much more I can take
Fuck that noise, cop a beat, I GOTA SPIT, stunted my progress a bit, but still my Sights are Set
Stir crazy to break away
Tricks on my brain
Addicted to rage
The vibe is in my veins!
Downtown just rioted, ill stay inside today
Just incase, dont wana make mistakes and die in vain
What a crying shame, probably never be the same, only thing to ease the pain, is sit and write and Isolate...
Chorus
Nothings even close to normal, anymore..
Maybe it never was?
Surfin internet to get the next report..
Started sinkin in my head, (they mighta set us up)
What you bout to do, but get depressed as fuck?
Count the bread you got left, I guess ill close the door
Watch em take the rights away, whole entire Nation waits, this is my salvation, sittin, writing Isolation Tapes
(oh my Lord)
credits
released August 19, 2022
Concept, Writing, Performance- KOVAX
Production- D.J. LOS
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered- RYAN THOMAS
Single Art- CHRIS ADAMS IMAGERY
