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Written + Freestyle​=​Spontane

from This Will Work For Now by KRISTOFF KRANE

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TWWF4: Written + Freestyle= Spontane

"Down with nothing to listen to
Umm I'm kissing the room and the bliss you've chosen
Ohh. Tryna' get the point across.
I just wanna know like why, what's wrong?"

Let me get this straight.

You feel guilty for the happiness that you possess,
And assume the rest of the world is massively depressed
So you give in and forfeit your freedom?
All because you feel that something tragic
May soon happen to you and
If it did when you were happy,
You'd be that much more sadder.
You wouldn't be able to frame it as an accident
You would blame it on the traffic and the static,
The bad habits all the attachments, the latch and the trap us
In action potential; it's half of the battle like crash and detected.

Cup full of passion.
Half empty I'm sad but I'm yes
Yes, that's what makes me happy.
Unless I'm trying the best that I can
But it's a distraction like I'm not ready
To make the next step - I'm sweating again.
I'm never man enough to accept what I can
Or cannot change probably because
It's difficult to make sense
Of what cannot be explained.
I envy the enemy's pain and
If I ever have the chance to
Take a stab and enter the center of his brain,
And make a couple loose connections
I know I wouldn't lose sleep or empathy's frame.

When I close my eyes I do not do so to fall asleep
Pseudo only to face the lonely faces that I hate to make believe.
You know it makes me think of how
Every single twist in time
That I've permitted through the eyes
Are printed in the middle of my timid mind
Has had an influence on the way I feel
Or even worse or better yet
The way I see it holds me still accountable.
Always in a hurry to make wonderful use
Out of wasting time.
Fall in love and howl at the moon
I'm afraid I cannot tell you what
it is that you want to hear.
I can only tell you what I'd want to hear
If I were you.


It's funny how in the month of June
I wouldn't think of waking up at noon.
I'm a bumble bee
Honey's what I must consume.
And when it's sunny and the memories of spring are still
Lingering, the sting of last winter shivers sing their way away.
Forgetting me and all the simple things
Are good enough to entertain
My, obsession with what
I've neglected was poked and pinched
adapted, adopted held felt abandoned told it continued
To tell it it's heaven, why?
Melted perspectives together
Now the weather is a reflection,
Re-reflection tinted that is never as good as
I want it to be, since the ending and finish
Beginning it's better, get better
It's better, it's better; yes.
Because I know, then I switch the levels
Of gray matter and with that assumption
Then the gift is nothing and potential is the question.

Devil is so special enough to keep me connected to
Dead ends and resurrected perfection.
The day I was born, behaved like a storm
I strayed from the norm.
Stagger, stale anger eats it's way through the form
Of me that never set sail
And let the anger hit rock bottom slip another slit wrist.
The myth of option is what I miss
When I forget the smell of autumn.
The spell is caught em
Between what I have labelled as a secret tangled
The web that has no weaver.
Angel. Lonely. Frequent.
Feeble, holy infant
Conducting miracles through wires
Transparent exposed to diabolical sequences
That keep the geniuses in all of us locked away.
In hollow Judgement Day that we gave to God
the day that he showed us all his flaws and opened up the door of opportunity
That I opened up my boots and kicked in this and the intentions
Go, go, go, go, go bye-bye in the sky, sky, sky
As far as you can see, pretend you're me
Essentially the best method of communication is
Stained as a memory and it's hard to come by.
As hard as it seems; the star is just a small part of me
Destiny the art of letting go outside
Influence, manipulate and modify
Is partially the numb result of
Strep throat screaming "lullaby"

I felt this sky the second I believed in first impressions
What I have to offer is enough to lug the ugly parts of me
That yell out loud for doctor, I'm not the seed
I'm only awkward
Sigh but I cannot perceive, doctor.

On the layer that makes me want to say another prayer
When I think the thief inside of me, the family tree has been diseased.
Since Adam and Eve created this sick, fantasy inside of a society
I see where all the fingers tied together, why the weather
Has to be the target that I place the blame on.
Makes me think, what I've pointed at for most my life's been pointing back at me,
What I've pointed out for most my life's been pointed back at me, me, me.

Now this search for worth and, what I trick myself into thinking
I find is nothing but to further my belief in worthlessness.
Compromise; at least the little eyes have found a place to sleep at night.
Without bothering me and following me around(round).
The dream I call alright the reach is only mine and
What I teach still borrows lines from wise men
Who never dreamed that we could live this hollow life inside the clouds.

Now, I'm all aroused and I'm all in the disguise
Everything you know is fake, torn in little thorn
Go smell the roses, bathe yourself wait in every deep escape.
Save the moment ache, don't make what you know you shouldn't control
Is lonely when I leave and only, cause I shouldn't.
Phony, hold me bones and cushion - slowly, holy, throne position
Make the simple own confusion
Bliss is mainly no position
The big picture that I miss his plane
Before my eyes, paralyze.
Scared to speak, scared of heights
Prepared to die but
Paradise awaits it and so it sits
Patiently in vacant corners of the most apparent basic form
Of life to taste.
What chase is what we have adapted to
Ask me what I'm asking you
And maybe both you and I can see through
The suicide and laugh at truth.

And then I'm half of you.
And when I take a bath
I remove my mask,
Scrape the past
That's bruised and no, and no
In no way do I create a splash to save the sad.
And you, now I'm made of glass
Only windows see into it
I wish you could see the beauty
Meets the ego at the center of what's you and me.

So now who are way too sick to our opinions
in what's thick as mud
This disgusting method loves to sting like little picnic buds.

We pack materials necessary for survival
Now the simple regret that we carry
Will marry the tribal part of me that buried
Blood, streaming arteries I carried love across the deepest cut,
and nearly swallowed peace.

You follow me?
I'm more than happy that you did, yeah
I'm happy as a kid
I'm happy that you're happy
And that we both laughing
In this wind again
My past attraction to the habits have committed to.
Rinsing you of your sin and
Convincing the tissue within you
To rid you of the path I choose
In each blank dimension that we blindlessly swim thru.
Reminds me of dissapearing acts
That I have ran back into when I was sick
To lose, too quick to pin, pluck stuck to impulse glued
To the window - eyes closed atlast with my chin
tucked.
No conductors, no remorse.
Empty head, friends and then divorce wars.
Now the end is coming near
But I'm undergoing so much
Pressure that trying to overcome
The weather is friends with my fear
I call for mirrors once in a while
When I'm all numb, in denial,
And dumb as a child
Sucking my thumb
In the aisle of a church pew.
Feeling worthless in a mistake
Surface, after curfew
The inertia of a snail
I search for hail
Solidified thru sunbeams
That magnify the prism that affirms
Like I'm swell enough to pull
The water up
And service the well.

Each person that I serve is like a servant from hell.
Given the oppurtunity to feel alert and in tune with
The potential that they possess, but yes
Certain that they will learn how to fail.
Concerned with who acts best
In flesh is nothing but will make us
Die, now well
How should we try to solve this
Little problem that we have?
How?

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from This Will Work For Now, released September 8, 2008

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KRISTOFF KRANE Minneapolis, Minnesota

Kristoff Krane is a Minneapolis based rapper known for his stream-of-consciousness approach to writing, freestyling and performing. In addition to his solo releases, Krane was also frontman alongside Micheal ‘Eyedea’ Larsen in Rhymesayers’ freestyle group, Face Candy. Improvisations Vol. 1 is his newest release with producer, PCP. ... more

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