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They call me spacey space and I'm pretty out there like the name. I write rhymes with hope ink with a pen made from a blue lanterns ring and it jumps to life once I spark my green. I'm green for life while everybody in this game is turning agent orange. In sector 2814 there’s a race for data storage while on the other side of the planet earth kids can't even eat some porridge like whats more important terabytes or feeding the poorest of the citizens more than once a week. Its like a chains only as strong as its weakest link but apparently when you have money you no longer have to think or think you have control. Its the same old story all though out the galaxy. That’s why I ride this album like a dragonaut. Actualize when sounds amplified. Create fire in space. Make my own constellations like I guide my own path cause my dreams aren't meant to be smoked alone until they turn into ash. Got some life in this carbon yet and so far a past without regret. About to break some bread if you want to sit at my table and be apart of this earthlings fables. I'm taking this ship straight to the moon through the skies of arcadia with the speakers bumping beats so fresh, check the star date while D counts bass with your heart rate. I remember the days I used to stare at the stars from my back porch in the west coast, now I'm soaring past them without remorse. Could fall in love with this kind of nostalgia while I'm floating in this black abyss with all these pinpricks of light behind this frozen dusty mist. Can't wait to get back to my mothership so I'm sending an sos with hopes that I'll be blessed with some rescue like "is anybody out there?" It's been awhile since I escaped the slave planet and its cold out here all alone in space so I'm glad I found that jacket I thought to myself as I tried to ration the very last bit of food I had left. Then I saw the lights, I'm finally saved and in the cockpit there she was...it was Madame A.

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from Diaries of a Space Cadet, released July 10, 2012
Produced by Count Bass D
Mixed and Mastered by Matthew Ihrig

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An Hobbes Denver, Colorado

Hobbes works a day job as a super hero in the city of Cubicle Hell. Armed with a degree in Philosophy he spends his day doing absolutely nothing related to his field of study. However, by night (and some evenings) he becomes An Hobbes- emcee extraordinaire, cosmonaut, philosopher and all around nerdy everyman who makes love to your ears with his quick lipped rhymes. ... more

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