by The Doyénne

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Woke up. Took a puff, on the way to work On my hustle, on my grind, bitch, that's what I do It's not about me, it's about you It's about all the fucked up things you do Girl, you gotta get your hustle on Fuck these sorry motherfuckerse with the flip flops on They best not to be twerking to your song, no Giselle This flow is for the Glamazons, part gazelle And I want to see you acting proud Cause I'm coming up behind you with scabbard, strong Leave that weak shit alone, you a party girl, homes That chandelier was like a second house and this is not a home Drinking merlot out the caske, Getting drunk so act a ass You tried to throw him out but you couldn't throw him out 'cause you'd knew you'd be alone like that And now everybody think you crazy 'cause you kinda are You throwing crossbones up trying to pack and get far Stay at home at night 'cause you fucked up your car I mean, when was the last time you saw a bar And when was the last time you put on these heels? And when was the last time you put on this wig? And took a sip from the holy grail of life, And got drunk and stayed out the whole night. I'm a cold bitch. And you are too. Because you're me, and bitch, I'm you. So let's turn up some bodies, and slay on the streets Bitch, we living in Pirate City. Cutthroat. We living in Pirate City.
every line is a stretch of the imagination every scar is a souvenir of isolation lock the door, lower blinds, I run from everybody Find a safe place to self destruct my own body I got twenty minutes. but I lost fifteen I lost my ground, status. I did not work the scene. I did not live my dream. So, tactical retreat. drag on this blunt again and pray that I can ride the beat Can he deliver? Can he serve? Will that bitch crack? I see you at the show. Leaning all up in the back. Arms folded, looking mean, why won't you dance? 'Cause I won't play that song? The one about my ass? So I go home real quick, gotta catch the train Sorry to all my friends. I gotta be lame. There's a couch set aside, engraved with my name Where I can retreat, withdraw, and play on the game Get out my head, yeah, that's the ticket, yeah I'm a son fallen, welp, I guess they called it One scar, ten scars, damn, am I retarded? What kinda black man cuts himself in this age? And who the fuck am I to say that I'm a bad bitch? Just draw another line with the razor, nick that's what I named this one, because he hurt me too I forgot that I cannot admit that shit to you I do not trust you. I do not like you. You never trusted me. What we gon' do? You wanna stay and help or disrupt my ebb and flow You wanna hold me tight or stay away 'cause I'm a ho? Damn, I ask a lot of questions in my rhymes, right? That's all I do when I get home after working nights Damn, I never talk about love in my stanzas, though But hand me that scabbard, I'll run it cross my throat
I am my own worst enemy. This sentiment I’ve explored once before and no conclusion ever gestates. The cycle of self abuse continues and I eat, eat, and eat Hoping that I’ll fade and waste away under the thump of the beat In my mind, a sea of bodies waves in the wind They’re lovers, liars, like me and yet I’m on the outside looking in Music scales inhabit my lips but I can’t read the sounds I’m a fool, shooting stars only to watch them come back down Change. Change form. Lady Gestalt, the words form. Change. Change form. Lady Gestalt is where my head always returns. My body’s falling apart My arms are frail, my back aches under the weight in my heart I don’t sleep, only wait until I accept that it’s far too late to change, to change form, change shape. Change. Change form. Lady Gestalt, I don’t understand the words. Change. Change me. I form the words “Gestalt”, this is my shape and form.
ENEMY 04:13
You broke me. ...tore me apart. Abandoned me. And consumed my heart. I can't feel. Everything is numb. You might have did me wrong. But I still want you around. You lied on me. ...Told so many lies To all your friends. Left me to die. But it's cool, you can see the want in my eyes. You might have struck me down. But I still want you around. I crave for you. Enemy. My enemy. I long for you. Enemy. My enemy. Anxiety and fear Anger turned to fury Hopelessness, loss, despair I feel it all when you're not around.
ICE 03:35
My tongue, your skin Time slows, I pull you in Closer we melt together Heat dies, we're frozen forever Or, at least, that's how it seems Our SEX is the basis of dreams Your lips are so nice We solidify, we're ice Grind slower, I'm watching you Bend and break unspoken rules Our hearts race, our breath is short I can't help but to crave more My heart beats so rhythmically Every time that you melt on me The way you grind is so nice We harden. We're ice. Let's get colder. My body's rigid against you I solidify. Your molecules are motionless You solidify We're cool, let's get even cooler and solidify I'm getting hard at the thought Oh, solidify Let's get colder (Ice, Ice, Ice)
Connect our minds, become surreal I'm enthralled with how you make me feel Kinetic beings. We live in light. I got no plans. Let me spend the night In astral space our bodies are involved Sing to me an Electric Ballad Sing it loud, into my frame Blow my mind. Give me brain Let our minds touch, touch I wanna FLASHFUCK Our fuck fills up the moment We're 7, 8, 9, Electric My body's taught, I synthesize This engagement, entangles, hypothesize. What would you do with one moment in time? Use up my mana and supersize (Supersize, supersize) You're a Dark Matter Bitch, I recognize Only feel complete when your thoughts inside. Let our minds touch, touch I wanna FLASHFUCK
I'm your only friend at the end of the day And I know everything. Here, I'll tell you what to say Open your mouth. Accept my restoration Open your mouth, get high, drink down this potion I want to be inside of you I want to lead your steps and tell you what to do Let me shut down your mind. You don't need that pain Close your eyes and grind on him, again and again One sip and you'll be feeling fine One sip and you'll be out of your mind One sip, shh, we've got plenty of time One sip, You love it, now cross the line You're halfway to heaven, dear Your body's outside the atomosphere I'm the reason for your joy I'm the secret to your joy. Pass me around. He diminished you. I'll replenish you. Return you, revive you, make you likable Every hit point restored, maxed out A rush unlike any bore from his wet mouth You don't really wanna know where you are now You just wanna dance with the dead, turn it out I christen you Party Girl, twerk it real slow Grind on him, that's right, another shot, go... I will bring you back to life. I will bring you back to life. I will bring you back to life. There is no pain. It's all in your head
Who I Am is the currency In this glamorized world How much can I spend to matter to you? oh whoa This thing called love Without it I'm free So why do I want it so bad When it ain't been good to me? Oh whoa If I had one note left would I save it for a rainy day Or would I sell it for a muse Would I sell it and all my truths? Oh whoa Oh whoa! There goes my identity Oh whoa! There goes my privacy Oh whoa! There goes my modesty Oh whoa! Temperance and Success are not Synomous Selling out, selling out This whole time I've been The Sellout Watch these lies fall out of my mouth Selling out, Sell my soul This whole time I fought for this goal To become the Sellout. I accept that I'm The Sellout. Oh whoa! There goes my innocence Oh whoa! There goes my happiness Oh whoa! There goes my sense of self Oh whoa! There goes another song that no one asked to hear Oh whoa! "No one likes you when you're crying", Oh whoa! You're more interesting when you're strung out, drunk, or dying Oh whoa! Stop being dramatic, you got what you wanted, darling Oh whoa! You wanted this so take it, take what we gave you
So many faces, devoid of feeling Encompass the layers of my soul And so many times did I make those makes faces smile To reach and obtain a particular goal I've grown accustomed to confinement because it's all I've ever known Trust others? That was never an option Because honesty I was never shown I say that as a man whose lived And not a victim or a child Everyone's so concerned with your marketability That they don't give care about your style Well now I sit before the Asgard symphony Peeling away layers and walls that I built in my heart These Personas, these lies must be torn down If I choose to be apart of the world These are the shades of my Persona I wanna be free but they won't let me (x2) This is my Persona This is also my Persona (x2) A lifetime of opportunities ultimately wasted And it's no one's fault but mine The voices in my head won't go away From the subconscious shelter of my mind I'm too cautious, I care what others think. I'm not enough of this and too much of that Insecurities keep me warm at night so What is this chill running down my back Glam-Funk.
breathe 03:40
I'm sitting here alone in my underwear Drunk off Boone's Farm and I don't even care It's not like I need to be anywhere It's not like anyone wants me to be anywhere The sun came up and I still haven't gone to bed Grindr, Craigslist, hoping to score some head My bills are paid but time is running out I've gotta find a job before they put me out And now, I'm stuck, I ran out of lube EBT is Every Black Transaction And here I am, smiling in the face of doom, hoping to find a way to pay for this room Maybe I could stand to lose some weight In this period when all I can do is wait For someone to call me back And give me a reason to leave the house And will a day come when I feel like getting up? waking up at five AM to catch the train And when they talk to me, engage me in chat Maybe this time I will return the exchange And when I meet the manager, who will likely be white And when I bleach my words to blind him to this Black skin And when I sit at home wondering why they didn't call me back Maybe this time I'll know it's because of what's within A boiling, rising lack of whims and motivation The soliloquy threatens to devour my future But that's okay, because there's a song upon my lips There's still a song moving my hips, I'm still funny, I'm still a trip Somebody likes me. Oh, I might not be White Elite But I am equipped to deal with the pain, I am equipped to deal with the pain Of having nothing and no one and nowhere And no cares, and no air, and no air I can't BREATHE. I'm sitting here alone in my underwear. But I'll be alright. I've done this before. I'm special. I swear it. One day, I'll show you.


Original Release Date: January 15th, 2015
Format: Single Disc LP
Available Formats: Digital


released January 15, 2015

© House of Creation, 2014.
Produced, Composed, Arranged, Performed and Engineered by S. Poole except where noted.

All tracks recorded and mastered at The Tea Shoppe Studios in Phoenix, Arizona.


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The Doyénne Phoenix

The Doyénne (born Syeed DiJon Poole) is a prolific openly gay Black American music producer, songwriter, singer, lyricist, performance and recording artist whose work spans from alternative hip hop, R&B and Electronic Dance Music. Based in Phoenix, AZ, the artist is looking to develop his brand as well as his talent for future recordings, performances, appearances and collaborations. ... more

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