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In My Head

by theDeeepEnd

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theblakeyd While listening to The Formula ll, I read the description of the project and "your favorite home-cooked meal you wish you could enjoy more often" and it hit me, hard. It's rare an artist is able to create an experience to remind you that everyone is human and go through similar hard-times in life.
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SR9DIMEmusic Authenticity to the max Favorite track: The Formula II.
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1.
Verse 1 Ridin’ round in my Chrysler When I was young I would ride around in a Viper Vroom Vroom The cannon go boom boom Introduce you to doom gloom If you act like Ricky, shit get sticky as broke controller I was broke and over being the nice guy If I finish last one more time, I might turn into Might Guy Aye What’s the word On the quarantine? Aren’t we, supposed to blaze the summer on some savage shit Racist whites been out here lynching, but my niggas savages? How ironic Hydroponic method used to grow my dro Bullets rain upon us, yet we still lack iron Circulation very slow Pray for your blood before they’re crippled by this raging war Vesre 2 I been reading more Tryna open doors I figured once you get to know yourself the world is yours The ceiling’s glass, the walls are screaming, Presently stuck in past, but dawg we future dreaming Yea Free at last, Martin Luther Kinging Or more Assata Shakur Cuffed to the bed round demons I’m from the 704 When I arrived we used to sleep on the floor Sometimes it rains then it pours Sometimes it rains on the poor Sometimes the rich want some more Sometimes their greed ain’t enough Sometimes for oil we war Some counties fade into dust Some trade their morals for lust Some trade their ego for trust What would you really give up? Bridge What’s the word on the quarantine? Woe is me, look at me, little me Are we the victim or the murderer behind the scenes? What’s the word on the quarantine? Oh my God, life is tough, I feel stuck I should protest Risk it all for a trip at the mall We gotta ball Outro We gotta ball I need an influx of cash, cuz all this flexin’ costs I’m bouta stunt on the gram, before my lights turn off I’m bouta stunt on my mans in hopes of taking off I’m bouta ghost on our plans, I don’t respect your time I’m bouta drown in my vices, my heart been cold like Shiva Or I might keep it real and just erase my evil It all depends how I spend my time away from people Or I might keep it real and just erase my evil It all depends how I spend my time away from people
2.
Verse I’m in a cell Cold as fuck Winterfell What the hell The country been hell since winter fell Through And brought the virus Now that we’re centered and stuck inside with all of our vices Aye what you been smoking on What liquor you put your ice in What demon you having a conversation with while dealing with Trump and Biden I ain’t on a high horse, my nigga I’m drunk off violence The media feeding murders, racists, riots Pussy, money, diamonds Look I’m inclined to decline Any time, but me time I sit back often reflecting They say they need our protection But I was born with infection Misogynistic injection The pain I feel in their cries It made me think on the lies That we were told in our circle I know my words have been hurtful In the past But I promise to change and move forward better than the person you knew and it’s sad Action speak louder than words So we gon have to do a lot of steppin’ if to we hope to make up for our gaffes Bridge I’m in a cell cold as fuck Shorty Hit my line told me open up But my soul is stuck Damn Verse 2 I got friends and fam that I’d die for I got fire work, like July 4 And you bitch niggas been an eye sore Fredo hit my line, with a fire beat Cuz I got heat, like we in Miami back in 06 I’m like young Bron, I should drive more Was a baby on Beatties ford In a Honda, but wasn’t shit one accord Love my mama, for hardships she did endure Yea I miss her, but I know her heart is pure We was down, but we up by the final score Don’t you front like you knew me, when I get rich Yea Fuck being player, where’s ownership Damn Fuck being hater, we grown as shit Look I innovate with this rapping gift Your word as bond with the asterisk She Nia long with that actin’ gift We Cheech and Chong, till the break of dawn Baby pass the spliff That’s a past life, was a masochist I been reading books Learning adages, I been eating healthy Cut the additives I been working out, gotta stay on track Running laps and shit Bridge 2 Yea Dawg I’m hot as fuck, how could you box with a burning sun Don’t fuck with cops, they some murderers Maybe not all, but a bad apple is a spoiled bunch And thanks to the system they spoiled fucks And thanks to these issues I deal with lust And though I may miss you, you lost my trust What’s a blind eye to a blind eye What’s a wise guy draped in ignorance What’s a black panther raised on militance What’s a system built for our censorship We learned looting tactics from you pillaging While y’all capitalize on your citizens
3.
Chorus Divide it up Then conquer the mental (3x) Divide it up Whoa Verse 1 Look Man, why would I need to face you myself ? I’ve got a system made for your prison You’ll concede with no fight at all Niggas is sheep, we ruled through division And I’m not talking bout the group that writes songs Or maybe I am cuz for your entertainment, you’ll fall sleep on all of your cause But the jokes on you and it’s so damn cruel, but it lines our pockets And it starts with food and the drinks you choose Once you hooked can’t stop it And it taste so good plus it can’t feel better And them tin foil boys say we control your weather Chorus Divide it up Then conquer the mental (3x) Divide it up Yea Verse 2 I’ma divide it up and split all the profit inside of my circle And hog all the knowledge, but that’s incidental And change up the books just to fit the agenda Natives were coolin’, till we gave them blankets To cover our statements, we don’t think it’s hatred It’s self preservation, my nigga how could I be racist? We carved out some land, and made reservations Trade blood for your diamonds, that’s work for our bracelets We took soul as our payment, and paid you lil nigga That’s coin for your flavor Now you got the drip for the flash in your pan And we’ll keep the cards in our hand That’s a royal flush or a royal fuck As long as you all understand Bridge The powers that be have already decided That if they divide and conquer they can rule us all We have seen this repeated Decade after decade Century after century Maybe with unity we’ll find impunity Maybe the foolery’s all the we know Tired of funerals, tired of crying I’m tired of working my hands to the bone Tired of telling the privilege their privileged and watching them run to excuses and jokes Tired of telling my kids cuz they’re black Police want them ghost Pow
4.
Solitude 02:56
Verse 1 You think that you know what I’ve been through You think that you know what I like You think cuz they told you about me you know what I’m like But I’ve changed so much in my life I see our God in the sky Would you hold me down in your darkness? I can see your light in your pain I can feel the vibe slightly shifting I can tell we’ll never be the same Rest in peace to all the broken hearted Martyrs, parked inside their hardship Release for clarity I knew you were the truth, before we parted I hope you started, loving yourself I hope find your therapy Verse 2 Solitude, I been on my own for a while now Studied how I’ve grown down to the molecule I been writing poems hopin’ to trade for food Or thought Tell me what you think about a nigga in America Tell me why our culture is the apple of your eye Tell me why complexion is the thing that separates us, but a trait you love to buy And tell me why a bullet is the gift for any black that doesn’t comply But grace is there for white
Brown’s considered dirty, but to lack color is pure Ignorance is bliss and education is a blur We been dodging strays for a million days And I been getting paid, below the living wage And you said that you fuck with me, but don’t share space You’ve been seeking clout, but what a deadly chase
5.
Intro You always have to separate yourself But still be one No person is bigger than the other Every hue is needed to paint the picture Some struggles lack empathy But everyone struggles How ironic Oh Well Chorus Niggas who run too hot, too cold never do get no love You need the perfect fit I got the perfect fit She got the perfect lips We shared a perfect kiss Yea That was a perfect pic I left my care on the side of curb Please don’t ring ring ring I feel the ice in the heart of my nerves Cold like bling bling bling If she hear this song, she gon sing sing sing Dawg I’m after the crown like a king king king Verse It’s shame things change, they get low down dirty A rude boy boss, with a bad gyal perty Skin mad chocolate Degree away from doctorate African descent, so ain’t no question if she poppin’ If you only like em light, then you moving like a colorist That’s a Jim Crow vibe and you a lame in terms of sucka shit Dawg I need a plane to escape the pain And if you knew the shit I was dealing with, then you’d know we were the same Cuz it’s Americas vibe, to split us up and divide And you ain’t telling me shit, cuz you be telling them lies I’m often flustered by the demons inside But then I muster up the reason to thrive And then remember that the seasons subside And even when relationships die Just know A new ship gon sail You’re strong as oak, and every problem is frail Remember every winner ever came from a fail Look at the time Where did it go I’m feelin’ blind 
There’s so much to see in this world And I’m out of my mind Stuck in this house I’m stuck in my ways Was stuck in a daze, puffin’ on haze With so much to say 
But you ain’t gotta be a star just to shine like me You just gotta work hard, if you gon grind like Yea Real niggas never settle with the effort When it get down to the wire, I just like I’m Snoop The truth Chorus Niggas who run too hot, too cold never do get no love You need the perfect fit I got the perfect fit She got the perfect lips We shared a perfect kiss Yea That was a perfect pic I left my care on the side of curb Please don’t ring ring ring I feel the ice in the heart of my nerves Cold like bling bling bling If she hear this song, she gon sing sing sing Dawg I’m after the crown like a king king king Outro I’m on my own own own own own I’m in my room room room room room I made a way all on my own I’ll be there soon soon soon soon soon I’m on my way way way way way I’m in my room room room room room I made a way all on my own I’ll be there soon soon soon soon soon
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In My Head 03:16
Intro Feeling useless Words inside my head feel hella abusive I got bass inside my voice, but my spirit feel acoustic The care I used to have for all you niggas has turned illusive I live inside a country that would feign like their inclusive But in fact they’re more intrusive with their measures Our endeavors hedonistic But our pleasure so simplistic Altruistic was my nature till you changed up A bunch a Kershaw’s under pressure y’all just change up A flock of geese, resemble sheep, a couple lame ducks Bitch nigga don’t get flamed up We born with power, but we gotta get our range up I know I be saying the same stuff But do you get it now Is it clear and loud? Monologue Man I don’t really think these niggas get it The world we live in is burning crimson On the verge of ending and flawed resentment These days niggas die for laughs These days niggas hide from masks But I’m more Kaneki-Kun the way I read the room More Todoroki, how I leave em smokey Ice cold Sho nuff Verse 1 Ain’t no stoppage time my nigga, you better work your hustle All these weeks ain’t for the weak, you better build your muscle Real talk, you best be down to tussle Cause when police can’t policed, you know they down for trouble Ask Flint, about they water, instead of getting stoned And they love to take the fathers out ya mother’s home Bullet to the fucking dome or a private prison I love God, but I ain’t docile due to stale religion Verse 2 Yea feeling useful Niggas flip to agents tryna freeze you like Medusa I been on my Naismith, I’ma ball until it’s fruitful Then I’ll plant a couple seeds and turn to saint as if I’m Lucia I’d engage with any loser, get out my way the mission’s crucial Leave you wear you lying, I’m defiant and I’m truthful Leaning like a lion off a double cup of whoa I am just a giant from the 7 0 4 No one man should have all this No other skin color could bare this hate God made me chocolate and it feel so great She brown as Hershey her hair smells divine Like Ava, that’s a whole different time I kicked porn like martial artist This is hard work and commitment, I’m honest Aye fuck the nonsense Bridge Yea fuck it all Watch it fall Build it up again, the pace is at a crawl The people up in arms, but I’m just sitting back laughing, I’m in awe Yea fuck it all Watch it fall I’m cold as fuck But my heart’ll Probably thaw Yea When the ceiling hits the wall Outro Mmm This the best feeling ever, hope you like that I been stuck inside my head, nigga it’s like that Yea Aye This the best shit in the world, I hope you like that I been stuck inside my head, nigga it’s like that If I write you, would you write back? Damn I’ll be right back This the best feeling ever, hope you like that I been stuck inside my head, nigga it’s like that Yea Aye This the best shit in the world, I hope you like that I been stuck inside my head, nigga it’s like that If I write you, would you write back? Hmmm
7.
Intro This some shit I would smoke to Back in the day Verse 1 Who got the gas? We just left Talley, the party was crazy, the shorty I met had some ass The Kappas was strolling it’s slightly annoying, but some of them niggas, my niggas so we just get right when they pass Speaking of passing, who got the grass, this Blue Dream been going so fast That was 11’ and I was like 20, my foot and my nikes on gas Chillin’ at U-Suites, in shorty’s ear like you sweet It was present, but now I’m her past The sex was a cycle that would lead to a crash It’s funny, that I was a dummy, I truly thought that would make the shit last Chorus Damn Yea Okay Damn But fuck it Every day is a new day I’m just like Verse 2 Who got the drink? Po up Me and my niggas on Marcom, I think The liquor been raining down daily like we in Seattle, she foreign like London It’s cloudy inside of my room and my head like a mirror, we really just fucking She said she had dreams of Cali I told her to go to the max She told me don’t stress bout this music, you know you’re a star, you should really relax I told her bout living on east side of Charlotte and all of the pain that’s attached I told her bout mommy, not daddy, cuz that nigga ghost, since he passed that’s a fact I told her when God give me children, that they’ll want for nothing and I’ll have their back I told you when life give you lemons, to reframe the image and do not look back I told you that I’m great at sinning, in spite of religion, but I’m back on track Yea, If your life is in tact, then you have a chance Yea If you still can breathe, be grateful for air Chorus Damn Yea Okay Damn But fuck it Every day is a new day I’m just like Outro Protect your neck nigga Everything ain’t always gold just cuz it glitters And good box ain’t a good reason to get lost You tryna impress niggas and that’s the reason that you’re soft Damn, look Protect yourself mama Every action ain’t worth enduring the drama And fuck that nigga he’s the reason that your feeling lost You trade your energy and effort but for what cost? This some shit I would smoke to And my spirit bomb, like Goku I spit fire like dragon of Roku 
Whatever we go through, Just grow through

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This project is special to me, because I truly believe it is my most authentic and unique offering. Often times people say I’m hard to read, but that’s probably because I put it all in the music. This pandemic has forced me to grow in so many ways and I’m thankful that God allowed it to show up in my songs. If I never released another project (which y’all know is highly unlikely), I would be satisfied with allowing you all into my head space via this project.

As I begin my transition to full-time artistry, I’ve noticed that BandCamp is a platform that truly allows artists to thrive in a financial aspect. As artists we are grateful for streams, but the amount of streams it takes to make any money is wild lol. So when you see the project for sale on my website and Bandcamp for $10 don’t be intimidated. Look at it as a pack of loud you can smoke forever, a bottle of your favorite drink that you can sip on and unwind with for eternity or your favorite home-cooked meal that you wish you could enjoy more often.

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released December 9, 2020

Produced by: theDeeepEnd,DJ Fredo
Mixed/Mastered: Brian Kidd from 1Sound1Vision
Cover Art: J "Slim" Robertson

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