Evolution

by Solo For Dolo

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This time around I am hitting you with "Evolution", a self produced call to arms for those who are standing with me. I am releasing this 100% independent, no outside involvement from literally anybody from the recording to the mixing to the distribution. Any money raised is being invested back into music, either to press more copies for the Summer rush at the Jersey Shore, or going into buying some new gear to produce more music with. You can get "Evolution" with 6 bonus tracks for $1 (with the option to donate more) directly at solofordolo.bandcamp.com . I will also have CD copies for sale in the merch section. Thank you to everybody out there supporting my music. Hopefully you enjoy this as well. I am hoping to push this through the Summer and be able to hit you with some more music in the near future.

Peace & Respect,
Solo For Dolo
www.solofordolo.com
@solofordolo

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released 03 May 2013
Performed, Written, Produced, Mixed & Mastered By : C. Cerchio aka Solo For Dolo for Boogie Down Apocalypse (ASCAP)

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tags: 9th wonder aint no lofe bird on a wire evolution harry fraud hip hop hip-hop/rap indie jersey shore lost sons solo for dolo alternative hip-hop Asbury Park

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Track Name: Evolution
...So much for women and fast cars.
Seems that every where I roam in hind sight isn't that far.
And if I had an option left, That wasn't my last thought.
I wouldn't have the words to write that make all these tracks spark.
Back logged, In my cranium in the vast dark.
That'll decorate the walls once I start letting this gat talk.
Mad Thoughts... Used to be ahead thats the sad part.
Cuz now Im looking back and im reminded im that lost...
In a village full of bottle abusers and drug addicts.
Clinging to the wall, Knowing gravities that havoc.
And its the fact I feel above it, That makes me feel that tragic.
Cuz I cant seem to escape it for long without back tracking.
And my whole damn life, Had a fear of the planned heights.
So I backed the fuck down, without getting the plan right.
Had to take it back to basics, And lay my life on the lines.
Cuz these rations are running short and Im standing here last in line.

Evolution is nesacerry, Aint no guessing we...
Giving up on whats first, In the hopes of whats secondary.

Love Tatted, Flowing with lungs battered.
Funds scattered, While im making my way through what once mattered.
Dunce capping, Who opposed to a change in the way you have once chatted.
We all victims to ourselves, More so often than some gather.
And some ladders... Aint reaching high as the next one.
So I evaluate my choices in hopes that I find the steps up.
Lets Lust, Step aside from the distrust
And make our way from out the Valley found in Deaths clutch.
Dedicated to all the time i've invested...
Collection of Love Songs on my Best Of...
Try to understand thats why Im speaking you...
If you don't get it, Im leaving you at To Be Continued...
Release whats in you... Dont be afraid of the consequential.
They holding picket signs in fear pretending god resents you.
Money ain't shit, but the fuel that falsifies status symbols.
So I burn it down on microphones like I was meant to...

Evolution is nesacerry, Aint no guessing we...
Giving up on whats first, In the hopes of whats secondary.
Track Name: Lost Sons
All I smell on these city streets is the scent of death.
Ran away from a good home to chase regret.
Surprised to wake up every day, And go for More or Less.
Im wasting life, And judging people like they Moral less.
Resenting Me, Man in the mirrors been the enemy.
And If I never caught it, It coulda had been the death of me.
I gotta make it... But how they measure success could be...
Completely Juxtapose. To a life style thats meant for me.
Entire crew has got some problems of they own.
But at least now at 25, I realize that im not alone.
And Im trying to find the balance between destitution and throwns.
Trying to find the virtue through any patience Ive shown.
I've grown... And overnight became a different world.
I went from Teen Angst, To help with raising a baby girl.
Shit is crazy, How the happiness could make me earl.
Cuz till now, My whole lifestyle was Fuck The World.

And when its all done...
It aint nothing but another fucking store run.
Another sack and buck 50 for the sore lungs.
Pour another shot liquor for my lost sons.
Yea we all strung...

In my travels seen Jersey Days & Brooklyn Nights.
Turn on the beat and script papyrus into books of life.
When its rough, A strong woman can give the best advice.
So if you find one, Your best advised theres no looking twice.
Im on a mental plane, With someone else to share the heights.
Stopped overlooking whats been hidden there in plainest sight.
Wont catch me tripping off porn stars and vegas lights.
Cuz in the end theres been more loss than gain through hype.
Chuck D once said to me Enemy is the Public.
We feed into a culture thats all about mass consumption.
Feed into our ego off every body we humping.
And dishing out the dirt, For the entertainment of hundreds.
Playing puppet to the master in control of plating justice.
Saddened state of being, Too bad we cant adjust it.
Im just trying to find some peace of mind, knowing that i've come up with.
A way to find myself, While they mad that i've found the substance.
We love sick. Trying to get the universe to love us.
When all we got is here, On one planet in solar junction.
While the heartbreakers play us all the love songs they've conducted.
Just to cash in on our pain, You best believe I've came to snuff it.

And When its all done...
It aint nothing but another fucking store run.
Another sack and buck 50 for the sore lungs.
Pour another shot liquor for my lost sons.
Yea we all strung...