Sunday, January 30, 2022

worst years of our lives preface


it's nice to see everyone again. last time we talked, i mentioned that i was hard at work on a lot of poetry, and now i'm ready with another mini-album, which i call "worst years of our lives." i went into this without a concept; i just wanted to write some real, raw, unfiltered, brutally honest poems about how life has been treating me recently. for some of us, these last few years have been some of the worst of our lives, and we don't know what the next ones will hold. but i know that art is a place of comfort, and an outlet that allows us to let our emotions spill out as honestly as possible. that's the inspiration behind this project. so i hope you all enjoy this set of poems, and don't worry, my 30th full-length album is in the works. i hope to have it out soon. in the meantime, i hope you all are well, and are ready to let the nighttime have the floor: 

1. crisis

2. journal

3. love made me lose myself

4. party

5. cheers to me

6. 11pm in philly (bonus track)
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