[Sample]
Dr Rangan Chatterjee
[Verse 1] - Alpha Brown
Maybe I imagine because I don't enjoy reality
The fantasy of fiction is my way to feel what others see
In characters find empathy, attracted to adversity
Jekyll and Hyde inside of me and the chemistry is breaking free
I’ve been Psycholing through life
Recycling the psycho of old times
No reason to these rhymes, reminiscing of gone-bys
I pan this left and right just to show you what it feels like
I'm tryna find my balance on this bike
And a path that I can ride, environment alive
With no clouds in the sky
But, my mind missеs signs all the time of declinе
The chain halts to a grind and I'm left with my thumb sticking out for a ride
Been broken half my life, now I’m broke half the time
Cause the climbs always harder than the other side
Maybe my therapist was right
Maybe pain is a disguise to survive
And I should put my life on these lines
Give my curse to the blessing of the mic
Never happy what I write
But I'm happy having written
That's a subtle difference
It's the rod that makes the vision
I pedal down canals see young men, no fishing
They're jus' tryna find the great in grey Britain
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Dr Rangan Chatterjee
Verse 2
Now I'm back in the garage of the shirt-tie mechanic
Who don't fix but manage, and on no search for answers
To my psychosomatic Illmatic lymphatic patterns
They don’t see my callus cracking on these handlebars
Going nowhere-fast on this cycle path built for cars
These sparks that they mark, on my arms, leave me scarred
Whole greater than its parts, think the West missed that class
Self-discharged, in the dark, avant-garde
Hoping not to break my
Bar line
I think that stabilisers lie
Making kids think that they can bike
But you don’t learn how to ride
Until the wheels come off
I've been Psycholing at night, circling my mind
Replaying all my records of my traumas as a child
Roads quiet at this time, under circa headlight
Needle on this vinyl injecting medicine tonight
Poetry in motion
First stage of healing, found the reason that I’m broken
Second stage on-going, all my hope into this opus
Conscious movement of emotion either
Drunk on the rain, or high in the mundane
Discovering new trails on the right-side of my brain
Maybe I'm imbalanced so that I can educate
Teach my lessons to the people lost in hopeless search for change
Sample
Dr Rangan Chatterjee
Dr Rangan Chatterjee
[Verse 1] - Alpha Brown
Maybe I imagine because I don't enjoy reality
The fantasy of fiction is my way to feel what others see
In characters find empathy, attracted to adversity
Jekyll and Hyde inside of me and the chemistry is breaking free
I’ve been Psycholing through life
Recycling the psycho of old times
No reason to these rhymes, reminiscing of gone-bys
I pan this left and right just to show you what it feels like
I'm tryna find my balance on this bike
And a path that I can ride, environment alive
With no clouds in the sky
But, my mind missеs signs all the time of declinе
The chain halts to a grind and I'm left with my thumb sticking out for a ride
Been broken half my life, now I’m broke half the time
Cause the climbs always harder than the other side
Maybe my therapist was right
Maybe pain is a disguise to survive
And I should put my life on these lines
Give my curse to the blessing of the mic
Never happy what I write
But I'm happy having written
That's a subtle difference
It's the rod that makes the vision
I pedal down canals see young men, no fishing
They're jus' tryna find the great in grey Britain
Sample
Dr Rangan Chatterjee
Verse 2
Now I'm back in the garage of the shirt-tie mechanic
Who don't fix but manage, and on no search for answers
To my psychosomatic Illmatic lymphatic patterns
They don’t see my callus cracking on these handlebars
Going nowhere-fast on this cycle path built for cars
These sparks that they mark, on my arms, leave me scarred
Whole greater than its parts, think the West missed that class
Self-discharged, in the dark, avant-garde
Hoping not to break my
Bar line
I think that stabilisers lie
Making kids think that they can bike
But you don’t learn how to ride
Until the wheels come off
I've been Psycholing at night, circling my mind
Replaying all my records of my traumas as a child
Roads quiet at this time, under circa headlight
Needle on this vinyl injecting medicine tonight
Poetry in motion
First stage of healing, found the reason that I’m broken
Second stage on-going, all my hope into this opus
Conscious movement of emotion either
Drunk on the rain, or high in the mundane
Discovering new trails on the right-side of my brain
Maybe I'm imbalanced so that I can educate
Teach my lessons to the people lost in hopeless search for change
Sample
Dr Rangan Chatterjee
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