Teej, The Artist

Port Elizabeth based rapper/producer/poet

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YOU MADE ME THIS [Digital Booklet]

Visually, I was aiming for a nostalgic experience for the project’s artwork. A picture of innocence. I wanted the artwork to serve as a “before” pic, and the music would be the “after” pic. Before you made this I was innocent, childlike and wide-eyed. Now, I’m guarded, closed-off, pessimistic and numb from everything you did and all the pills I did. Still love you, though.

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Peep Teej, The Artist’s latest emotional release about a girl suffering from depression. Check out the link below: soundcloud.com/midnightwriter45/inside Listen & Enjoy. Are You Dying Inside?

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Man Child

Problem child

Forgotten child

That "I don't love my mama" child

Never heard 'cause he's silent child

I'm drowning in this debt

So, I can't pay you no attention, child.

Always on your phone

Why don't you listen to your mama, child?

I don't like your friends

They turning you into something wild

I don't like your grades

You used to be such a brighter child

You're a disappointment

Like a missed appointment

Your disrespectful brother left,

So now you've been appointed

To be the man of the house.

That comes with roles, important

So you needa stop

Been unreliable and learn to not

Fxck up, like you do a lot.

Step into these size tens

The world is not a child's den

So, man up.

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No Heart

bleeding, still beating

but not in my chest.

heaving, not breathing,

you've stolen my breath.

feeling, not sleeping.

i can't get no rest.

think my sanity's leaving

follow your footsteps.

but i pushed you away,

something i half regret

and the other half says

if you stayed, i'd be dead.

but i had to put it to words

so i could vent.

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Hard To Admit

I wrote your name in a Rizla

Then I rolled it up and I lit it.

I wrote you a poem,

But I'm too afraid to spit it.

Mix tears with my lean,

And think of you when I sip it.

I'm kinda saying I miss you, but I'm never gonna admit it.

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We All Do: A Piece By The Midnight Writer

We all do drugs. Don't deny 'cause your supply Don't come by in a ziplock bag. What? You think I'm mad?

Let me elaborate...

What do you resort to on your darker days? Is your escape a blade or fermented grapes? Is it more innocent? Ice cream? Ronald McDonald's businesses?

Cheap thrills and sleeping pills. Racking up a steep bill... Buying shxt on account Until that credit card bounce.

Or playing your lucky numbers on the lotto. Casino debt continue to swallow you whole.

It don't matter your preference. Nigga, we all do drugs. So, don't be quick to judge. I said it... Man, we all do drugs.

That needle in your arm is equivalent To them frivolous materials. The only difference is the level of harm it cause you. I'll say it once again. We all do drugs.

I don't mean to cause no controversy I just wanna spit this verse. You see... These midnight thoughts surface with purpose From your nigga, Teej.

Man, we all do drugs.

fin.

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While You Wait, my first single after a relatively long hiatus, is out now on Audiomack & SoundCloud. Please support. Samples ‘When I Die’ performed by GoldLink

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05.05.17

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Don't forget to check out my latest singles, Hiatus & Leanne 🔥🗽 Links in the posts below. 🙇🏾

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My second offering, Leanne, about addiction is also available, as well. Listen, Share & Enjoy. 🙇🏾 Alternative Link: https://soundcloud.com/midnightwriter45/leanne

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After some time, I’ve finally dropped another one! Hiatus, my latest effort is available in the link above. Alternative Link: https://soundcloud.com/midnightwriter45/hiatus

Enjoy 🙇🏾

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Soon.

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The Prelude [Lyrics]

[Intro: Teej, The Artist]

Yeah. Teej. Hmm, Let’s get it! Get one thing straight, na'amsayin’? Yeah.

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I like my tracks, like I Maths. Literacy. Boy, I’m lyrically ahead, My diction too deep. Fxck division.

I want my notes in scientific notation. Impatient with what I want, But I’m glad to be waiting.

Tryna stay away from Satan, But running from God, too. I’m too lost. This labyrinth keep changing.

And every single night, These demons I’m facing. Call me the Midnight Writer, My sanity fading.

And all I really want Is for my songs to be playing On radio frequencies Want my name on Billboards,

And them TV screens Afraid I’ll choke, at the concerts, When I hear them screams

‘Cause I’ve always been the shy kid. Why you think I grabbed the pen? It was to let out all my problems. But I got addicted. Now, I need my words out.

For all to listen To my words. Fxck the fame, Just wanna be heard.

I don’t want that… Desk job, either.

Rather be spitting this ether. Rather be booed off stage Than to conform to the corporates Rather be playing, than forfeit. If not, I’m sleeping with corpses.

Hol’ up. Need pops to understand, This shxt is my life. Not some’ I could learn In University Life.

Fxck that BCom, Nigga, put that beat on. I’ve always been lost, But the booth is where I belong.

And this shxt is just a Prelude. Lost in the Wilderness, just wait. You’ll see soon.