The Cardiak Academy is the home of free musicians performing and producing free music without commercial interference. The Cardiak Academy is open to all types
The Cardiak Academy is the home of free musicians performing and producing free music without commercial interference. The Cardiak Academy is open to all types of music. In a world where popular music is controlled by a handful of heartless corporations, the Cardiak Academy and its music is free and can be distributed freely. Music is art and should never be looked at as product. Dont let corporate executives decide what music you should listen to. Be yourself and listen to music that is real at the Cardiak Academy.
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(hazy build up)
fresh from the rack still in my plastic wrap with a green bottle in brown paper sack, you can call what me and tap do rap, but infact i think it's a little deeper than that, new faces can't last on the path 15 or less modestly dressed, smoking no stress, head rest, it's a headache to me, drippin chemically, pharmacutically perscribed orally, morally horribly, pourable profit for a company, the worlds moldable stop it, all the energy stored in me, is more potent than mushroom tea mixed with exctassy while were searchin desprerately
i'm feelin lazy
everything looks crazy
i've noticed latey
my world is slightly hazy
were all crazy, blazing in shady places, empty parking lot spaces, havens left without traces, exept for the shake that there was just no time to bake, so well save it for the next escape, another mistake that I could make, like a wrong turn into lake, how can I reverse this fate, or am I just too damn late, destined to be in a confused and stupified state
i'm feelin lazy
everything looks crazy
i've noticed latey
my world is slightly hazy
nobody can change the cards they've been dealt lookin at ourselves scrutinizing wealth on our last nerve the internal fire burns as my journal yearns in a field of ferns but so much i learned, i use the marijuana herb to sastify and serve my sanity normally reclassly but calm and collected when i'm packing a bowl hydroponically crafted and blended
(hazy breakdown)
my lungs are plastic, blowin my head gasket, it's like a hatchet rippin the fabric, misunderstanding my tacits, solitare and erratic but i got my habit, mary jane finatic, un bag it pinch it split it wrap it hit it, a spliff makes my head drift with god's green gift, the creation of bliss, with each lasting hit, big enough for my lungs to fit
i'm feelin lazy
everything looks crazy
i've noticed latey
my world is slightly hazy
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