2020 - Phase I - EpicLLOYD, Crypt, Scru Face Jean

Los Angeles

March 14th, 2020

It’s the pandemic, day three

All the streets and the shelves looking empty

It’s eerie

It never rains in L. A

But for the past three days

It’s been drizzling and grey

School’s canceled for all grades

College campuses shut down

Sick days getting waived

People cashing in their 401ks

This shit’s scary and it’s just the third day

March 16th, 2020

Frak

Pandemic, day five

Still rain from a grey sky

I swear I seen L. A cry

It’s not a joking title when we stranded on these lonely islands

Been in the crib so long I’m feeling homicidal

The old and the sick tryna focus on their own survival

While a bunch of kids on TikTok tryna go corona-viral

Staring in my open fridge in a lonely kitchen

Been sitting so still I swear I am getting slow motion sickness

So now they ask for free tests when their folks are trippin'?

Guess they only need socialism when there’s social distance

Ay, but if they still don’t give us healthcare yet

Rip me off some toilet paper as a welfare check

I’m gone

March 21st, Germany

Still hearing the same stuff

Nothing has changed

I see this kind of as a break from all the duties

But it doesn’t make it easier

For struggles that go through me

And I’m happily at home

'Cause for me it’s kinda casually

But I’m scared of all the tragedies

That could happen to my family

I wanna hear something new

This constant circle is hurting me

The first time since ERB

They put the 'germ' into Germany

The TV got nothing to celebrate

I know it’s important to educate

But why is it called news

When I heard the same shit yesterday?

I’m sick of the increasing panic

But I know it’s gonna get bad if

We do not appreciate all the alarm

And the number of people gets massive

Taking the classes on my computer

And praying to God that I’m gonna get past this

But I believe that soon the streets are gonna get back to being active

Look, March 23rd and this quarantine is now boring me

I see they hoarding things while there’s people that can’t afford a thing

I bet the loitering 'gon turn to looting when we forced to sin

But I’ma force a grin 'cause I’m 'gon smile even when forced to bend

While whorish men be evil, exploiting people that’s bordered in

Jacking up the prices 'cause while in crisis, you’re forced to spend

Economy is dropping, a trending topic to some

I look at Trump, like fuck

This more like the blind that’s leading the dumb

But I’m cynical F political topics is getting critical

Social distancing 'til this improves

Got us shopping in intervals

But damn, I’m just a man

Swear that I’m doing all that I can

We can feed the needy with cans and make content to feed the fans

But man

We 'gon need something better from Uncle Sam

And when this all over, hope that we closer in the end

Vietnam, March 25th

Three months of quarantine

In the current situation, people aching to leave their homes

For me, it’s been thirteen weeks of feeling weak and alone

I’m thankful for my safety but I’m running out of tasks

Mother Nature, give life a shot, or is that too much to ask?

Every hour feels so long, yet each day keeps spinning on

The news telling me every choice humans make is wrong

Always been told I got a future and that’s why I’m living

But since when has barely living become such a difficult mission?

Not long ago, climate change was the hot threat, and yet, I forget

Your life’s a change, so roll the dice and make a bet, no sweat

I’ma run and jump through every single hurdle

But is it worth being in an isolated and desolate world?

Ayo,

Love you, I’m going—going to work

Yeah

March thirty seconds for thirty days

Essentially I’m needed for work, we eating great

They locking down the state

These people wait with time off

The opposite of future with my mask on

Everybody wanna go live, I scribble more

COVID-19

The freshman plus four

Police start spazzing

Public start marching

Pull my horn for the protests

Let 'em know that we locked in

At work, I’m thinking of ways to prove to y’all

I wanna teach my nephew how to throw a ball

I wanna show my daughters what a man is

I wanna buy my forever house so let this man live

I don’t know what day this is

Uh, I know what the date is though

Today is April 5th

It’s Josie’s birthday today

We had a Zoom party

Phbbtttt

It’s April 10th

Yeah, you can tell that it’s Friday

The way this virus came and Deebo’d 2020 up sideways, for real

I needed something

Pulled up my mask on to the Rite Aid

The line was longer than a flight from JFK to Zimbabwe

Been on Zoom straight for five days

Just tryna focus in class

But my mind keeps on racing

Yo, how the fuck I’m 'gon pass?

Lost my job, I’m feeling bad and cooped

I think I’m 'gon crash

Mind half empty, just how I stop now and look at the glass

Mask on like Aku Aku but honestly, I feel played

College quick to take money yet so stingy to give an A

No unemployment, no stimulus

Now my pocket’s underweight

But I’m still thanking God

I’m not one of many to die today

Brooklyn, April 12th, as it got into motion

All my booty calls been quarantined

So I’ve kept my lotion

Been hearing of death all over the world

Wishing for a potion

That’ll cure this whole disaster before I

Jump in the ocean

I’ve been

Struggling and trying to find my balance

During this solitude

A one man game like Solitaire

Not that it’s something I wanna do

But it’s something that I gotta do

Feeling lost and I ain’t got a clue

Thinking of ways for me to build

Luckily I know that I got the tools

Been rapping my ass off

Trying to blast off

Connecting syllables together

'Cause there’s a shortage of cash, dawg

Oh, what a sad thought

It ain’t all bad bruh

Been hearing birds and I’m letting 'em sing

And I kid you not, hand sanitizing after everything

Feels like day nine million

Hoping God will show me why

Watching old highlights

Tryna cope with the fact that Kobe died

And I’m 'bouta start grippin' a tech

'Cause I can’t even buy my boxers with this stimulus check

April 15th

The governor has shut down my business

But are still forcing me to pay rent at a place that I can’t make money at

Yo, a week ago, I was rapping on stages

Hundreds in the crowd, rapping every word that I’m saying

Between the shows, stopping at some restaurants to grab a bite

Hearing more about corona every day and every night

We didn’t think that this was real, it’s just a load of shit

Until a low percent showed of our sold-out South Dakota ticks

Bro, what’s this?

Three hundred sold, only forty attend

What a pinch

Now we going home broke as shit with corona symptoms

Can’t go get tested, telling me to quarantine or I’ll die

And the Kentucky governor just shut down my job

'Cause he said I’ve got more than ten people inside

But if you go to Walmart, there’s ten guys in each aisle

Ten lines at any time

I guess that COVID only matters when your status isn’t high and you’re the

little guy, huh?

April 18th, 2020

It’s been twenty-four days since they said «Stay at home»

People losing their minds

Wanna hit the streets and roam

They out protesting, saying it’s a hoax

But I guess you’ll do anything just to see your folks

When you walk in the stores and the shelves all empty

My inner mom flips, I need stuff for my baby

Need milk, wipes, diapers, food

It’s taken everything in me not to act a fool

And I’m stuck in the house with my man all-day

Throwing off my routine 'cause he’s usually away

In the office, working hard, paying these bills

I pray to God it don’t affect him

How we 'gon deal?

Poker face on but my anxiety is peaking

Pop some CBD before I start tweaking

Singing sad songs like The Phantom of the Opera

Let me go meditate, realign my chakras

Uh, it’s been a month and a half

And I don’t know what to do with all this time that I have

I barely laugh

I feel lonelier every day

And I don’t think that all this mess will be done before end of May

I made a mistake or that’s what I think at least

I went early to Canarias, my girl stayed in Madrid

And we haven’t been dealing well with this shit

We fight and we cry several nights every week

It is what it is

At least here it’s not that bad

The diseases hasn’t affected my mom or my dad or anyone that I know

These islands are doing fine so maybe we don’t have to stay much longer confined

Spending some time outside will surely clear my mind

I don’t know for sure but I gotta give it a try

That’s why I’ll find the way to get this pressure off my chest by doing what I

do best

Writing rhymes to rest from the stress

May 19th was supposed to be nice

We saw some family for the first time in a long while tonight

I got in a screaming fight with my buddy’s wife

I got no memory why

I think the wiring in my head’s not quite right

I been getting irrationally pissed and erratically livid

I’ve had it with all these dramatic opinions

Your self-righteous posts are one-sided, Your Highness

So go fuck your mask and go fuck your virus

You can stay in confinement if you’re so fucking frightened

With your panicky ranting on Facebook and whining

You political bitches are what makes me sick

Using your kindergarten kids as your bargaining chips

Fuck!

I listen to myself, I don’t even know who this is

This constant sense of conflict infects my subconsciousness

I’ve lost my friends and my family and my cat and my business

I’ve witnessed vanished marriages and sober living conditions

I’m kissing folks I love goodbye on every side of this shit

I can’t believe we found a way to get divided by this

I’m crying, I’m split, I’m dying, I’m pissed

I drink like a fish, my limit’s been hit

We’re a train wreck, how much worse can this get?

Shit