Empty Thoughts

by Out of Place

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moved to Texas last year and found some great records. this is one of three albums i've been working on.


released February 10, 2017

album artwork by Andres Avina
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Out of Place Austin, Texas

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Track Name: Up or Down (feat. Mikey Rockwell)
247 verse 1

it’s been rough road looking back on situations
living in the cold and drowning in my vegetation
simple education with a head for exploration
didn’t want to talk alone in my with limitations
in my room sit and listen to the music station
it was an education sounded like dedication
old dirty and biggie rocking to the meditation
no feeling up to that point then i got creation
that's when i started spacing
and making hip hop innovations
nothing else mattered cause the music was elation
from recording in my bedroom to current documentation
i did it for my sanity and look what it has granted me
away from the debacle and obvious chains
to traveling hemispheres and the growth of my brain
friendly people in my corner
help deal'n with pain
the name of the game changed i’ll never be the same


got to stay focused in the time when hard to really see
the point of one direction isn’t really worth it
and it’s never perfect but you got to give it purpose
otherwise you’ll be the only one that hasn’t surfaced
Track Name: Rush Slow (feat. Love Space)
verse 1

i wake to find the morning quite different from the last time i check
never known for small steps in a world fashioned to hinder me
independent with sentiment to vent, any frustration
tired of the lust station
started making art to make the heart part, feel better with every ark
like an aardvark medium size
keep with the dark
all a part of the frantic need to manage a slower rush
before the bruise and cuts catch up
like shoot then cuff messed up
- heart palpitate
i could of been erased the same
-just another name slane from the color change
trying to rise above but always feel the tug below
if i make it out
how far to reach before i know
can i really make a difference when the mode of change is written on a instant message buried in the cross exchange
attack on everything and anyone not hunkered down
leak a breath and the autonomous will hunt for sound


trials and tribulations
define assimilation
divine or just a vagrant
the mind is just a play pin
- any way we on this planet till the day ends
another breath expelled just a way to weigh in
Track Name: Control (feat. Sara Zavaleta & Yeshua)

control is a dish that's best served cold
no one knows just how it might go
death from the hand that won’t protect hope
stepped in the tracks of someone you might know

247 verse 1

life has a funny way of making sure you catch its silent meaning
awake dreaming
brain scheming on my next thought
lost with a whole lot of questions and yet i walk
to the end of the earth
till the street tapers off
its a cold night
moon light
dim site
should've been home sooner but ignored friends advice
too polite turn down rides and slip into the night without thinking
more about my situation
i’m alone on the street with defeat around the corner
a goner
that turned his mother's glee into a morner
from the simple mistake of being awake too late
my fate has been adjusted to a subject of discussion
another media hype for ratings and facebook fights
no talk on how to stop the repeated take of life
the fight just remains from shots to vocal plight
what a night
watching breath escape under the moon light
Track Name: No Sun
247 verse 1

getting tired of keeping up
more like i’m getting pushed back
the flak to just exist is twist to be laughed at
off track but on point with no direction
a slow slip into the wilderness of waldon’s lessons
giving up the civil and reverting to self reflection
an upset with in the media’s perception
with a mind to speak only makes for harder question
the fee to be misleading isn’t worth the digression
i write to further the question of self
etching out emotion to rhythm that remains to help
never the same
quiet and alone
in home watching life pass while talking to the microphone
dealing with push when there’s no need fight
trying to be alright
but the night won’t continue
need to find a venue to release the thought restriction
fading on a empty diet lost within the diction

247 verse 2

loosely fitting in this gamble to stay sane
life loves to play games
want to overcome but i’m reminded of the dark shame
blame, when i just want to be me
can never touch the heights of prometheus at this degree
need the pain to stop but it’s on going
and upon showing
i’m under attack for not knowing
don’t want to dissipate on the streets over beef
rather find my last breath speaking words of relief
Track Name: Juxtaposed
247 verse 1

want to live
but i feel the breath slipping of the end of my tongue
been around the world once and that's the end of my run
right back to the square i started from
trying to be ain’t enough at cost of lost freedom
- out the gate i was born to serve a mandate
plained fate to work a fast chain and expand late
crossed the river to a different side of the track
opened the mind frame never think of turning back
more like i’m on a mission
to form a vision
the morning listens
for the dawn of my decision
sometimes i feel i’m at the end of the rope
hanging on with one hand
as the abbiss looms below
losing the go
slow against this uphill approach
don’t want it given to me
but at least let me close
on the same level rather than being juxtaposed
only time knows
which way the trump wind will blow


you don’t hear me
till i get loud enough
you don’t see me
unless they break out the cuffs
you don’t need me
put me in stripes and lock me up
living under the show lights your bond to rust
Track Name: Back to Start (feat. Higgs)
247 verse 1

can’t say there much i was good at
in school i would disappear
the kid in rear
that no one else noticed even sitting there
didn’t study cause i had better things to do
then sit in stew
being told which life i could fit into
even outside provides open shut case
standing on the corner hustle
rob for better place
what a waste
mind race trying to leave this space
while everybody else sit feeling quite complicated
my face straight
like emotion slipped fast away
casted to play in the wrong part
but alas i stay
for family reasons become treason in my mind's projection
blind and guessing
alone with no known protection
where to turn when no one has the answers
the mind needs to be fed
but surroundings are like cancer
almost at the point of giving up
if this is what i’m meant to do then why not make the end abrupt
tired of running thru this never ending cycle
repeating the repeating till the heart becomes idle


i want to live right
but who am i living for
want to be nice
but who am i giving more
want to stand right
but who am i fighting for
want to be life
but why are they killing more
Track Name: Cross Your Heart (feat. John Furr, Love Space & Ady Hernadez)
247 verse 1

woke up in a daze
still in shock from the memory shift
my head rings
and vision is blurred to a mist
disturbed to admit
how i nervously twitch
an emerging sense of urgency started alert me
my hands to the ground help me raise to my feet
stumble and wheeze
then buckle to knees
and squeeze stomach
almost didn’t notice the pungent odor that seems to hang
and quiet sustain
that stood out like writhing pain
my site regained
but not quite the right domain
what am i doing here on this hour i can’t recount
back to my feet
use a loose piece of wood to steady
limp towards an exit ever ready to figure a way out
but something's missing
stop to catch breath then listen
sounds like footsteps heading towards my position
it appears to be a women that's as injured as me
and she sounds out of breath from the way that she breath
as she stumbles to great
i limp closer to meet
but start to notice the stink
and the odor she reeks
didn’t properly think
just a motive to reach
claiming we can both make it if we only believe
she bit at my sleeve
i pushed away to get some relief
fell to the ground and cover the wound to stop the leak
she got up with a look that’s disturbing to see
and started crawling to me
like a shadowy dream
i tried to push away but nobody would notice the scream
and right before she ended it i finally notice the name
hung around her neck shiny from her thin gold chain
something i’ll remember often till the day i decay, it read michelle

247 ending verse

strangers in the night
their eating someone
something isn’t right
your walking closer
should just run and hide
i hope it’s not your friend

all the jokes aside
it’s freaking zombies
you should grab a knife
and not get bit or
you will be the one
that people try to shoot
Track Name: Mad Hatter (feat. Iller & Shannah Boone)
247 verse 1

consider me the last avatar
air bender of this speech game
with fizeek that of a geek
but still broot slang
-nashville native aggregated to the austin spike
slight life but never let it take my visual plite
digiable right
and quite precise when i’m on the mic
like i’m born to write
conduct a beat more then just sort of tight
i border life
on the fringe looking for more insite
the boring type
that doesn’t drink away the urge to fight
standing upright with a light bulb bright over head
harder than that crew battling amongst the walking dead
invisible visual
hemispherical lyrical
imperial cat that starts the morning with a box of cereal
live like i’m short changed to an eyeball with the outer view
i tout the truth
like a hired slooth
to mount the troops
about the loops
diggin crates while sipping boxed juice
the fox is loose
slicker than a cop who botched the truth

Shannah Boone hook

no more hunt-ing sea-son
sure we- all - got - our rea-sons
you know the game
cause you played before
and this is how we settle the score
Track Name: Give It Up
247 verse 1

Life is hard
I can see a lot of blocks in the way
From the road you choose to walk
To the place you home to stay
We all grow in way
Molding the path known as self
Reflection of our surrounding
With the parent no parent help
Being black is hard enough
Just trying to survive
A ready to die attitude is part of the lie
Angry and feisty
Nothing nice to come across
Is a lost way to view any skin you section off
We are individual
With analytical mainframe
To overcome the nothing and make it a better life gain
The price pain
Even with the same color in the veins
They utter it's a shame
While they clutter up the name
Made to be vicious
Pimps, killers and dealers
Sports, rap or stealers
No honor in the demeanor
Played to be meaner
Told how to talk, look and act
One foot in the cycle
With no chance of turning back

It’s been a long, day
Nothing to really say
Want to be a better person but they claim that i’m a pain
Track Name: Black on Both Sides
247 Verse

Every day I'm dying
While I'm trying to live in the truth
I'm not a real person
Just another freak for abuse
An object for laughter
Choke-holds and bloody batter
Nothing matters
In my head I hear the chatter
Am I really here
Cause I feel myself slipping
Neglected to listen
As the chatter shatters my feelings
Black, a wise crack on the back end of a joke
Being drug on concrete while the onlookers poke
Hung by the throat with umbilical rope
You're killing my hope
And dealing a blow
Sinking and keeping me low
Empty and cold
Funny buddy for show
A knuckle but no
When my body's hearing the blow
Feeling alone
Surrounded by friends or a foe
One can never know
My end can come quick
Like click of a trigger switch
If the figure fits
Apparently I’m supposed to wear it
Hood dealing, seedy individual
Lacking peripheral
More like invisible when I’m belittled
People speak leaks and make my heart beat sink
Try to shrug it off
Cause man is never soft
Even though I’m not a real person
A living joke doesn’t get to sob

Black as the breath pushed out of my lungs
Black till the day that my body is done
Black as I'm seen in the eye of the meek
Black cause you remind me every day of the week
Track Name: Saranade
247 verse 1

remember days alone
in my home
nobody to huge
only one life to live
and my life is a dud
they want heros and such
i’m too far out of touch
with my luck
i’ll be happy if i ever could love
nothing special to my outer shell
appearance always ify
cause i don’t dress to attract
more like repel
think it better to be alone
then find your love and bail
so i keep to myself
and only speak to music
the language i understand that never turned abusive
when all else is lost
music there to fuse it
got me going again when i wanted sail
one of those relationships that wasn’t meant fail


if i can make it thru this
then i can make it thru right
and i don’t ever need a never love to be in my life

247 verse 2

skip ahead
met a friend who's as coo as it gets
and we’re hanging on the daily
use to meet at her house
she cooked us breakfast and lunch
never asking for much
even made me drink some tea that hadn’t steepened enough
always good at conversation as we talk thru the night
realize it’s getting late so i’d quickly take flight
didn’t think twice about the way we talked away light
or how she invited me over when nobody’s in site
completely over my head even when invited to her room
thought i’d never find love
so it wasn’t mine to choose
this continued for a while till she made the first move
3 years later holding tight like we got something to prove


if i can make it thru this
then i can make it thru right
and i probably need a never love to be in my life
Track Name: Far Gone (feat. K Sol)

Wish i could find another way to focus some how
Right now i’m falling down
Another victim to drown
Keep my head about the water isn't my focus for now
Life without the music isn't living some how

Cause I,
Don’t know,
If i can,
Sinking trying to be the hustle and bustle
No fashion trend with no gaining of muscle
Simple living creator with no sustain
Can’t carry self without vision to gain
Selfish and vain
Lonely and plain
Eager to linger in music till losing conclusion illusions delusional state of emerging submerging ones self in the writer
lightings getting heavy but i am still fighting
biting time and shying away from the crowd
Labeled as upset no reason to smile
Relief in the music when seeking worthwhile
Being me again
Is weakening with in
It seems to be a trend
But eagerly i fend
Cause i,
Don’t know,
If I can,
Track Name: Uneasy
247 verse

I’m a complainer
And my demeanor is meaner than most
Feel like i’m ghost with nothing more to do
Just raw goo chew
Left to dwell on bottoms of shoe
Nothing else to prove
But stew in my on persistence
I’m growing a distance for many
And my pennies are showing less
No guess on what the future will bring
Open eyes to the same thing
Tired of the game
As i hang in the balance and wait for the day that i’m c.o.p. challenged
The news and media
Promote defeating of
My beating blood
Saying my meaning is just demeaning and it’s defeating my worth
Already dug the hole
Just waiting to put me deep in the earth
Uneasy at birth
What a jerk


Hold my hand high to make sure that i never offend
But I made the wrong moves
Sending the wrong signals again
Is the end
I guess one day i’ll figure it out
Until than, i’ll just wonder what this lifes about
Track Name: Falling
247 Verse

Everything is different from what i remember
may be it’s the same
And i never change
Stuck inside of my own brain
The pain to maintain
Losing friends in amounts
In a different account
Trying to figure it out
Full of doubt
Never sure of what this life is about
Want to open my mouth
Gradually nothing comes out
All i have is the music till there nothing to breath
With no tricks up the sleeve
I know it’s hard to conceive
I’m a master of my own universal divid
That just isn’t alive
If the music denies
But trying to make a difference hidden under solid rock
With an appalling stop
When i’m lifting up to the top
Gravity pulling me down
Making sure i feel the drop
Thought i wasn’t alive
But the heart can never stop
Though art is rarely sought


Don’t take me with you
I know i feel the change
I want to rearrange
The thoughts inside brain
Don’t take me with you
If anyone's insane
It probably be the same
Just with a different name
Don’t take me with you
Don’t want to be the same
Don’t want to be the same
Don’t want to be the sane
Don’t take me with you
Track Name: Dark Side of the Room (feat. Love Space & Mathieu Maubert)
247 verse 1

for a moment i,
thought i was giving up and never turning back
an everyday struggle to cope
focusing on the wrong ability
music appeals to me
need to learn better how to live it
get out of the dead end job
and push my life more to the limit
money is secondary i can live with just enough
as a kid i had it rough
mom alone with four of us
running water and open oven to heat the house
nights alone with no fun to speak about
felt like i was in a hole kept away from any change
can’t expand the brain if the aim is just be the same
feeling deranged
surrounded by strange people
if i continue being different won’t remain equal
feeling depressed
dealing with stress,
trying to keep everyone going on a road to distress
what a hopeless mess
feeling like it’s all turning against me
my cup runneth over to a lost state of empty
falling simply
letting go and dove mentally
dark days ahead due to unstable chemistry
need to get out
but it’s hard to fathom in a darkened chasm
every corners covered in a hopeless anthem
in my head i wonder what i can do next
tired of wasting my life in a job for a loose checks
up to my neck in a mess
and it’s only getting worse
need to focus on myself
before i end up in the dirt
but nobody is there to listen
till a family took me in and showed me how to live in fair conditions
how to be responsible and deal with inner self
if you dug a hole
how to raise a hand for help
things i never understood till it hit me
the dark side of the room is a place that stays empty
- but it’s also a place where i escape
staring off into the hour with thoughts to ventilate


on this place to be
the time won’t wait for me
no time to wait and see
cause i can break repeat

break down written by Mathieu Maubert

Le temps ah le temps c'est qqch d'immateriel, d'imperceptible. Il passe et passe et passe sans que l'on ne puisse rellement le stopper ou ralentir sa course effrené

Time, oh time is something immaterial, imperceptible. It is going on and on and on without us being able to really stop it or even slow down its "unbridled" race