The "fka Reggie" album in CD form, yo!!! For people that want the physical copy! Pre-Orders will come with a digital download of the album when it releases, and also an invite to an online listening party!
Includes unlimited streaming of fka Reggie
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 7 days
$9USDor more
T-Shirt/Shirt + Digital Album
This design is the one that is the primary and official fka Reggie t-shirt. Comes in a variety of colors and sizes. GET THIS ONE TO SHOW THE HATERS YOU GET THE VISION. When you order, tell us what color you want. (comes in white, silver, light blue, kelly green, pink, yellow, and red, and more)
Includes unlimited streaming of fka Reggie
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 10 days
$25USDor more
Sweater/Hoodie + Digital Album
This is the official hoodie for "fka Reggie". If you buy this, all your dreams will come true, assuming your dream is to wear my face on a shirt. BUY THIS TO LET THE HATERS KNOW THAT YOU GET THE DAMN VISION, YO. (comes in white, pink, sand, light blue, sports grey, irish green, blue, red, and more)
Includes unlimited streaming of fka Reggie
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 10 days
$30USDor more
Hat + Digital Album
This classy and dope snapback proclaims what we already know... That Lewis Morris iz indeed tha illest. Hat is made to order. Will usually ship within 5-7 business days.
Includes unlimited streaming of fka Reggie
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 7 days
$15USDor more
lyrics
VERSE 1 (Lewis)
I know what I should be.
I know where I should go.
My heart doesn’t trust me.
The blood it pumps knows.
Grew up near a cemetery.
So, when I breathe,
I inhale deeper than necessary…
Exhale to celebrate being unburied.
No known wisdom came
attached with any scars
I’ve ever gotten in my life.
Brings me back to staring hard
at the mirror tryna conjure
a different nigga
in its reflection.
Lessons fell upon some deaf ears
too busy ringing like
my phone drifting to voicemail.
Familiar string of people
tryna reach through the void veiled
around me for a tiny
spark of the fire that’s inside me
raging for a decade, dimming
down until it's hardly visible.
Guess it's expected for
getting older
to treat the voice I had
my whole life with the coldest shoulder.
I used to think misery
made for better poems.
Pricking skin til it bleeds
is like casting Rosetta Stones.
Language of weathered suns.
Spoken through shredded gums.
Tongue native to where
we stepped over bodies
to make bodega runs.
Daily prayers begun
them days where the sun
ain't come out cuz I was beneath it,
but I still heard its hum.
CHORUS (Maryann)
Rain is heavy. So am I.
Always been. I don’t know why.
I don’t mind it on my skin.
Dance in the downpour within.
VERSE 2 (Lewis)
So, they gave me an umbrella.
Told me to use it everyday to feel better.
Sky in forever fall, this was how I’m ‘sposed to live.
No downpours, but no sunshine.
Constant overdraft, my ink runs dry.
Voice shrivels into a whisper, my
bars are a confession my lips
refuse to dignify.
Shuffle past many faces,
familiar spectres,
aware but disaffected.
And, they’re all using the same umbrella.
Buzzards circling overhead,
so I grit my teeth.
Keep this umbrella up,
or else I’m bout to be a feast.
I can’t stop this thing from
eating me alive.
So, I’m willing to deprive
my entire life from the fuckin sky?
What the fuck?
It’s plain to see that my aim
is to understand the pain
I endure expecting gains,
only finding shame for
tolerating bullshit.
I ain’t at no pulpit preaching,
I’m just tryna reach the culprit.
Aware that when I do,
it’ll end up being a mirror.
Ain’t recognized myself,
it’s some random fat nigga staring.
We both shed a tear when
the sky begins clearing.
A tiny peek of sunshine
waltzes through grey. Maybe that means
even though I was born brain broken
with my aunties chain-smoking,
and my mom’s pain soaked into pillows…
The fact that I’m here in spite of the terror
is something I would see with this umbrella up.
Fuck……
CHORUS (Maryann)
credits
from fka Reggie,
released March 22, 2024
Written and performed by Lewis Morris and Maryann Murray
Produced by Lewis M.
Recorded by Fen Rotstein, Dan Moffat, and Chris Rogers
Mixed by Lewis Morris, Fen Rotstein, and Chris Rogers
Mastered by Omega Filth
Lewis M. is a boston-based (and Providence born) poet, beatmaker, and MC. He has performed at the Apollo Theater in NYC,
The Smithsonian, among many other venues. His beats retain a refreshingly simplified approach to hip-hop production that harkens back to the boom-bap of the 90's while remaining fresh and new.
Straight meat & potatoes raps from Jesse here. No messing around. As soon as the first beat drops, it goes HARD and refuses to stop for its entire runtime. Lewis M.
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