Neil, the foreheΔd

I’m hurt,
코베인것 처럼 참기힘든 고통이 밀려와
기도하듯 숨죽인 나에겐 불쌍하다는 위로가
필요한게 아냐 그냥 내가 옳다는 말을
해줄 친구들 몇명과 콜라한캔,
어떤이는 커다랗게
쌓은 돈을 원하고, 그런걸 봐도,
흔들리지 않는 사람도 많아 또.
money ain’t thing for my fam but - it is for me,
언제까지 엄마가 치울껀진
아직도 모르겠는 내 방에서, 숨겨진 내 담배옆
핸드폰안엔 쓰기만한 가사만, 몇십개쯤 되있어.
i got a lot to prove, i got a lot of aim
i don’t even know what i like anymore,
모두 다 좋아해서 모두가 지루해져,
늘 반복되는 패턴.
모두가 갖는 여덞시간속 들여다보면 보여 미래 일상도
하지만 내가 여태 일한것으로는 터무니없이 높은 기라성.
이제 대략 오년후면 아버지는 실직해
난 그때도 클리셰를 쓰며, like "이 beat위에”,
예술가인척 할지안할진 전부 이번믹테
에 달려있어. 좆같지만 이게 세상이래.

we sleep for 8 hours - 8 hours


Daniel Prynne

엄마 I'm doing 예술
내 걱정은 안해 두되
컴퓨터 안에 있는 가사들
다 엄마 아빠와 여동생
을 위해서 니까
힙합의 선입견
은 버려주길 바랄게
내가 좀더 잘할게
I know you pray
I know you cry for me
매일 침대위에 누울때
기도 소리가 들리는데에
그걸 듣는내가 한심해
부모님에겐 I feel bad
잘하고 있는건 하나도 없으면서
계속해서 Keep pretending
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Neil, the foreheΔd


I’m hurt. Feeling like I just got my nose cut.
When I’m dead quiet, I don't need any of your pity.
I just need my homies who can tell me that I’m right and a can of coke.
Some want a huge pile of money while others won't even care.
money ain’t thing for my fam but - it is for me,
Until when will my mom keep supporting me.
You can find my lyrics in my room next to a pack of cigarettes i hid.
I got a lot to prove, I got a lot of aim
I don’t even know what I like anymore,
Things get boring once everyone starts liking them, making a pattern.
Everyone has his 8 hours of sleep. But you can tell a lot from that.
Like me, I won’t be a star because i sleep a lot.
In about five years, my dad will be jobless.
I still probably be rapping like a douche by then.
Will I be an artist or a bad son, that’s up to this mixtape.
It’s fucked up but that’s how it is.


Daniel Prynne

Mom I'm doing art
Do not worry about me
All the lyrics inside my computer
Is for all for the family
Now please let go of the perception of hip hop
Because I will keep trying to do my best
I know you pray
I know you cry for me
Every time I am on my bed
I hear the sounds of your prayer
I feel like a fool
I feel bad for my parents
Even though I am not good at anything
I will keep trying.
Keep pretending