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Home [ft. Charles Edison & Jaz Kahina]

from Cheaper Than Therapy [Album] by Fisky

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I rise to the top no surprises in stock
keep your eyes on the clock ‘cos it’s time that you watched
it’s my spot
I’ll stop when my heart does
keep it moving forward force drive like a spark plug
start-up destination high as fuck
getting there by any means I swear this guy could fly a bus
I keep a residence in vestibules of sound
and best of all I’m set to pull the motherfucker down
bare hands on the rubble sifting through with no survivors
spitting jewels touch the mic and do a midas
home ain’t where the heart is
it’s where I start shit craft hits full of bars over hard kicks
your rents due I got the statement on the lot
evicting where you’re living and I’m changing every lock
replace them with grenades turn estates to a bomb site
I made it home safe at the end of a long night

If home is where the heart is
what happens when home gets ripped apart
and you’re outside starkers
locked out heartless no simple answer when I’m asked this
regardless I write my hardest bars in the darkness
chaos
my partner filled the hole where my heart fit
shadows from the past left me silhouettes to dance with
fuck a body when I’m done this one’ll be my last track
pen a slow burner leave it hanging like cigar ash
old me would take a beat and line it with regret
now I’m coming back in fashion like I’m vinyl and cassette
I’m rhyming with the best time to place your highest bet
I’m worth the weight of gold enough to Trump a Puerto Rico debt
the world’s a Facebook thread
all I see is idle threat
no bag of fucks to give only cases of Tourette’s
but I’m trying mindfulness
so if I’m losing you its only cos the beat from Mr Edison has got me all delusional

A pint of lager
a dark club a punch up after
laughter
a heart to heart at the bar plastered
words discarded
regret I never mastered
my Fathers tongue that I’m a bastard from
what if he passes
is it gone do I lose half of how I’m crafted
the seeds we planted see they lasted far beyond the garden
they’re not ours
well only in our heads and hearts
where we start where we are how we start a path
it’s not the bricks it’s the hugs that you give
when your lips make the words that will settle me quick
it’s not the mortar it’s the way I hold my daughters
a love immortal disregards walls and borders
I lay my hat in many places
you couldn’t trace it
I get complacent
should savour all the things I’m graced with
they are my making
you couldn’t take with any bailiffs
I’ve reached my haven
I feel it looking in their faces

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from Cheaper Than Therapy [Album], released June 13, 2022
Written + Performed by Fisky, Charles Edison, Jaz Kahina
Produced by Charles Edison, Femi Santiago
Mixed + Mastered by Femi Santiago

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Fisky London, UK

Fisky is a Poet, Rapper, Public Speaker, Founder of Mind Over Matter and member of London’s #Flopoet collective mentored by Natalie ‘The Floacist’ Stewart.

Writing has always been Fisky’s therapist. He draws on his twenty years lived experience with addiction and depression to raise awareness and process his own struggles. ... more

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