Like a CD you’ve never heard of
I want to be thought of as acceptable
Think of me as something new, something worth listening to
Don’t download me online, or just get the singles.
I want you to buy me, the hard copy, spend your hard earned money on me,
become my friend because you WANT to
Desire to hear the tracks that correspond to my life
I want to be played and played again until you finally understand the lyrics
Feel my beat and clap your hands to my positive energy
Or cry along with me to my somber negativity
Cherish me like your favorite artist,
Or just your favorite song
And read my liner notes and appreciate my cover art as you go along
Press play when you want to hear me because I’ll always be by your side
Pause when desired because I might get too excited and skip a track or two
Stop me if I make a mistake of if you don’t want to hear me anymore
If I get too scratched up, wipe me off and put me back in my case, be the good friend that you’re supposed to be and tell me it’ll be ok
I’m willing to stop spinning from time to time anyway
Treat me like a CD you’ve never heard before
Think of me as something that’ll change what you listen to on the radio
Make sure you read my warning label though:
I am different, and I am my own genre
With a touch of conscious Hip Hop, a dash of Alt Rock and Jazz
No, WAIT! I’m a bit of everything, but don’t categorize me as a “subgenre” or an “other”
I have plenty of live instruments and a couple of synths in my later tracks, like The Roots
So I can appeal to most crowds…
Well, that’s if you buy me…
I may not have flashy album artwork
My skits aren’t always the funniest
And my tracks may not be brilliantly sequenced
But they’ve been strategically placed
So I can make friends that will only relate to certain songs, or certain parts of the album
I want a friend that cherishes me,
That hears me in their sleep
That thinks of my unique cadences, and hums them subconsciously
I want a friend that thinks of me as a CD that has never been heard before
Hear the timbre of the instruments I choose and jokingly say “of course you would “
Because I refuse to sound like another album
And play the same old songs over and over again like the radio does
And you know, I’m not made for the radio anyway
The radio doesn’t deserve me
I don’t possess one hit wonders
Nor do I spread worthless, misogynistic, mind numbing blunders
I do not turn up
My motto isn’t YOLO
I just have the music that makes your mind go
And make decisions that will keep you alive
Instead of doing stunts, getting drunk, smokin’ blunts that will tar up your mind
Soul and body, probably.
Just treat me like a CD you’ve never heard before
But don’t listen to me once and throw me away.
I’m a deluxe edition with hidden bonus tracks
That can only be heard after a few playbacks.
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