Wst. Taylor

WSTFIELD
ON BANDCAMP
LINK IN BIO

ARTBY WARMOCEANVIEWS

https://flacowst.bandcamp.com/album/wstfield

Complex

This project is special to me and actually my favorite. It’s the first project that I released that I know it’s half finished, because it’s a metaphor knowing God is not done molding me, the first project I was vulnerable about me and not about my environment specifically. This project I express myself and what’s been on my mind and what I see through my eyes.
I took my time on each song to express certain topics that’s nothing new under the sun but new to me. The complexity is so important as an artist. Me and my Son, Caiden, had a painting session listening to the music and this what we came up with. Btw he’s only 2 and has such an artistic side already. Production by PRDX KING. Basically a spoken word type of project “Wstside Hoodlum” is a mind frame that I have which translates into something I’ll never forget even though I’m growing into the man and artist I am today.

I rather stac my bread and let things be unsaid
Give life to the dead cuz yall forever in my heart

Dreams of being a shooting guard wasn’t off limits
Huey P. in the flesh adapted to Nose spirit
My conscious left me with a vision
A bunch of children raised by strong women
This life that was given and I’m one in a million
To be Frank, boys don’t cry
They lace a blunt after I watch em lose they mind
That’s when the conscious starts to die
Their souls start to burn
Fresh off the curve
Toss and turning
Hearing the blade spin from the ghetto birds
Drowning the sounds out
By turning the TV up loud
Program to ignore.
It’s none of my business

THE BALLAD OF LOESPERADO BY THE HOMIES
OUT NOW ON EVER PLATFORM

IM ON TRAC 5 1029 MINKS 🤞🏽

RIP HotRod & TwoThree

I saw a mermaid in a fish tank
S**t change when you survive a shank
I slip but God gave me life
High off the ground I think I fell twice
Dropping bones, smoking a cigarillo
At the Marriott In San Diego
To***co guts on the pillow
I walk with God
Do I still need to carry a pistol ?
She love me then she hate me
That s**t is fu***ng up the mental
I still clean my jewelry in the sink
Back at the Dryft getting some drinks
You a snake with legs pretending to be sheep
Acting stupid, thinking you can get a fast one on me
Fu***ng weirdo

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Poetic.

My world stop after that fatal accident
You was animate when I was crashing down
You gave me love and passion when I wasn’t compassionate
Adapted to the struggle turn me into poet
A nice transaction
The lights came on and start flashing
I couldn’t imagine the left field
My confidence was my the shield