As The Crow Flies

by Abstract Artform

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released July 5, 2013

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Track Name: Things Ain't What They Used To Be
Things Ain’t What They Used To Be

CHORUS
Things ain’t what they used to be
(And I know) this ain’t what I used to think
(And I know) I should probably get used to it
‘Cuz most these other rappers on some useless shit

VERSE ONE
Tough gig
Rappin’ where I live
My Booking agency
Most of the talent strips
Real talk
Superb Entertainment
Look em up
Need dancers?
Call my booking agent
No major labels
No support nationally
I think the Universal rep
Is really just an answering machine
Self-managed
Self-handled
Gig swap
Self-made
Self-released
Nobody from nowhere
Still trying to make it
Despite what they say to me
Small bowl
Big fish
Just my mentality
Rip or Rob
Don’t know which that makes me
Pick your Van Winkle
Still chasing the dream
Take me as I is
And I don’t need the biz
The so called industry
Ain’t given me shit
So I’m still causing noise
Break out from the down low
Hustling my life
Through some downloads

CHORUS
Things ain’t what they used to be
(And I know) this ain’t what I used to think
(And I know) I should probably get used to it
‘Cuz most these other rappers on some useless shit
VERSE TWO
Doing festivals
Travelling the atlas
Trying to figure out
Where the rap fans went
Network
Politicin’
Almost been ripped off
By my favourite
Artist in the business
Water under bridges
What’s done is done
Learned my lessons
Now I guess I know who to trust
No one
David Duchovny
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Its about to get ugly
Hip-Hop’s John Wayne
Or Wayne Rostad
Take off out west
I’m on the road again
Yelling “I Am Canadian”
Top of my lungs
Giving everything
Every time
It’s all that I’ve got
And If you listen
I mean really listen
I want you to know
That you’re the reason
That I’m still going
Making music I love
Despite an industry
That’s a million to one
Track Name: The Hitchhiker ft. D-Sisive & Rambling Dan Frechette
The Hitchhiker ft. Rambling Dan Frechette & D-Sisive
Written by: S. Malcolmson & D. Christoff
Composed by: A. Kilgour
Guitar: Dan Frechette

CHORUS
Until I find my way home
Imma walk this highway

VERSE ONE
I was born no good
Born thick-skinned
George Thorogood
Ever since I was a kid
Kept moving
Never really fit in
Just get settled
And it would change again
Nada Surf
Never was popular
Wasn’t trendy
Baggy pants
And a bad shirt
The type of kid
On everyone’s shit list
Wasn’t in the “in” crowd
Last man picked
Pack up again
On to the next place
On to the next one
On to the next page
Story of the life
As I search for the light
Find my place in the hype
as I walk through the night
That’s how the man roll
Always been SAMCRO
Old man
Nomad
Travelling the back road
Hitchhike soul
Need a lift
Ride home
Flip my thumb
Imma get my own
CHORUS
Until I find my way home
Imma walk this highway

VERSE TWO
Daddy told Derek
Get a backup plan
And he said…
“I don’t plan to stand in the background…Dad”
Skills pay when you’re ill
The Canadian scene’s
Been waiting for me
But boy was I wrong
‘Cuz a boy with a song
Is a ghost in a hunted
Home alone
Without no one to haunt
You’re only as dope as your co-sign
And I had no dotted line
And no dry
Ink scribbled signatures
A dope rhyme don’t mean shit
Sans image
Your music is mute
If the wardrobe on your back whispers
Imma walk this road with a cardboard sign
And hope I get offered a ride
And if I don’t get no ride
Imma walk this road
With the ones who’ve been walking beside
…Jones
Until I find my way home
Imma walk this highway