Gods of the Midnight Present: March 2018 by Ratha David Loun
March 2018 Front Cover designed by Ratha David Loun for House of Ratha.
(Photo taken by Ratha David Loun, 2018)
March 2018 Back Cover/Linear Notes designed by Ratha David Loun for House of Ratha.
(Photo taken by Ratha David Loun, 2018)
I began documenting my life through music a few years ago. I’ve always wrote raps, but never recorded or released any until early 2015. Out of all I wrote, I began writing a series of raps to document my life as vividly as possible. I began naming them the month and year upon completion. I’ve released two these past two years in August 2016 and January 2017. These audio offerings are strictly bars, real rap. No chorus, no bridge, no singing, nothing else. I want to keep improving on my rap delivery and eventually delve into recording actual songs, which I have many written. My goal is to make songs listeners will be able to listen to on repeat. Listening to songs over and over gives you a chance to grow with the music, it gives you an opportunity to hear every instrument and listen to every word. As a writer, I try to make my lyrics compelling, yet meaningful and at times, fun. Here is my song March 2018, check it out. I want to change the world thru my music and my love for writing. This song may not change the world, but it’s a start. New music coming sooner thereafter.
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Lyrics
Verse 1
Quarter of a year from quarter of a century//
Still on search for everything out there meant for me//
I learned the hard way it ain’t easy no one said it be//
They peanut butter jelly cuz I got the celery//
They pockets skinny like fiiiiit on my denim jeans//
I get the green but the green attract jealousy//
Caterpillar I’m butterfly around these centipedes//
I go 1 and 0 verse anyone like it’s 10 of me//
I play a role my role but I ain’t actin’ doe//
Don’t disrespect biiih I might slap a hoe//
Move in silence but my moves mathematical//
That mean it’s calculated
I’m in the house I’m waitin’//
Can’t move without the patience
I’m bout it bout it baby//
I know I’m soundin’ crazy
But I’m it //
And they just ain’t found it lately
Just admit//
This new shit diluted
Ima come thru and//
put my mind to it
and Ima go hard in this bitch//
times two it
RDL4EVER//
and forever Ima prove it
I don’t need attachments //
Told that bitch that Ima Buddhist
Still pullin’ Christians//
Any kind of women
Still pullin’ Hindus//
any woman that I’m into
Mo women mo problems//
just like the dough
feed the addiction and the addiction never slows
the more you know//
the more you grow
I wrote that verse 2 months ago//
Verse 2
Now I got a month to go
Life moving quick blurring past me//
Man I’m stuck on go
tryna find the purpose//
why I do it who I done it fo
do I wanna make a difference//
____ huh
Or do I want that beach house bungalow?//
Convince myself that I need both
They equal//
I want it all in case life has no sequel//
Ain’t no 2, 3, 4//
80 ain’t guaranteed
Life ain’t been fair to you//
It ain’t been fair to me
I ain’t been there with you//
And You aint been there with me
I guess it’s fair to us both//
That’s some clarity
Apparently//
I’m a child of the stars so
The skies send signs just to guide and parent me///
Lookin’ up is therapy//
So I
Back out the drive way
Hop on the high way//
Moon roof down
As I cruise ‘round in silence//
Let go of past
As I put on the mileage//
March madness
April baby May I//
Stay away from June sadness
Rainin’ on my mind//
Pen burnin’ thru the paper like
Some muuuufuckin’ ashes//
Moldin’ my future like Clay
Like I was Cassius//
I cannot be average
Need that showtime like I’m Magic//
But showtime come with static
And when that static happen//
Ima be spazzin’
We about that action//
Carolina raised Duke fan in the brackets//
Dancin’ with the devil
But the moves fantastic//
Record keep on spinnin’
Like the world on its axis//
Seasons change people change
I cannot look backwards//
We goin’ change the world man
They can’t stop the passion//
Promise we goin’ do it
For the kids tryna live they dreams//
RDL signing off
Word to 3 eighteen//