JOSE

the softer side of a puerto rican artist.

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what’s on your mind.

existing is becoming more decision based, i still don’t have a car. i still don’t know what it’s like to be noticed. but the words come in good company. 

i’d rather use the money to go to atlanta. we used to talk like everyday, now both our phones are on silent. i don’t know if you’re seeing someone, or if you’re even into seeing me but i see into my future and you’re there.                              so many questions, scrambling and having copious amounts of claustrophobia as each thought bump shoulders. 

someone is pulling on my heart and i don’t even know her yet. but when the time comes, we just might be on the same flight together, or if i go to LA with them boys, i’ll want to talk to her and ask her how she’s feeling and then ask her if she needs a change. i’ll be able to ask her what’s on her mind and hold out my hand.

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peace to the holy, peace to the people that think they know me.

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i stepped out of my comfort zone but i’m out to grab your girlfriends hand.

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before21came.

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and i want you to get high off of the things that i say.

like smoke.

- 44th and E. Garden St.

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HUE. by JOSE

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ebony excellence. ebony QUEEN. - edited by myself.

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i made this song about a girl to let her know that she makes me feel comfy cozy; i hope she knows. but share this with your crush/girlfriend/boyfriend/lover idk just show somebody that makes you feel at home.

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ty.

for never giving up on me. go hard. it's your time.

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turnmeaway.

you’ll show me your scars. 

you’ll let me care.

you’ll turn me away.

you’ll kiss me goodbye.

you’ll sell your soul.

you’ll settle for incomplete.  

you’ll settle on how things used to be.

you’ll grab me by the hand. 

you’ll hit me with your car.

you’ll hide your heart.

you’ll do it again.

 you’ll tell me you love me.

you’ll turn me away again.

i’m trying not to point a finger, in case you were wondering.

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smile.

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start.

state your name to me. 

don’t tell me where you’re from. 

or who you came with. or who left. 

i want you from the start. 

what do your eyes tell the world? 

what do your eyes tell me? 

do they come in a simple form or are you indigo?

do you let love in or am i the only one?

i want to know what your ears hear. 

do they bleed from our music playing too loud?

do they want more from the edge of my tongue? 

do they get consumed by the traffic on the streets?

what are your deepest cuts and how long did they take to patch up?

who are you? 

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illmeansomethingtoyou.

ok ok ok. this is me again.

i’m not crying about it.

at one point i did. like really poured it all out.

this is me saying goodbye.

not because i’m drunk. we all know how that goes.

not because i’m high. we all know how i cloud my mind.

but don’t think this is me giving up.

your heart is too precious for that. and i couldn’t leave it in the rain.

because i’m not the same as all the others.

because i’m different.

and we thought that different was a good thing but ———

and with being said:

you were more than good enough in my mind.

you were everything and more for me.

in my mind.

you were there.

i was here.

i wasn’t enough for your mind.

i’m trying to catch up to where you’re at.

it’ll take some years but it’ll be worth it all.

that’s when it’ll matter.

that’s when i’ll matter.

all in due time and in your mind.

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iaintfeltthiswayinyears.

waiting on my rush.

i reach new time lows.

i reach all time lows.

i gotta let this wind take me.

as my hair on the top of my head grows unevenly,

as does my facial hair.

the wind won’t stop it though.

it kinda is tough growing when the same shit happens around you.

i think that’s why i’m uneven.

my brain has melted and slanted and has deformed.

gray matter.

i wish i knew what average was.

and if anyone asks why i do the things i do:

tell them that i’ll be back before the street lights come back up.

tell them i’m ill and away to get rest.

tell them this is all new for me.

tell them i never meant for these things to happen.

tell them i never knew i’d have to grow up so fast.

but tell them i’ll be back stronger than before.

i haven’t felt this way since 2014.

when all hope was lost.

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garage.

it’s colder than i thought out here.

a man once told me that happiness isn’t the goal to put as long term. you’re going to find happiness in the things you do regardless.

the happiness will be there in that present moment.

the happiness you get out of each goal will soon go away until you fulfill another goal.

therefore, you won’t always be happy.

and that is very okay.

diminish the concept of time.

we are all young.

i smell of stale cigarettes and pizza sauce.

make simple observations.

go forward.

open the garage door.

let the sunshine inside.

let in the light.

there’s too much smoke in here.

you can’t see or breathe.

don’t just hot box your life away.

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needmoretime.

we think we need more time to do the shit we want to do. i’m a product of it too, man. i just don’t know. we’re uncertain and it’s okay. there doesn’t need to be a rush, just don’t rush your excellence. 

i am excellent. 

are you?

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takeiteasy.