No Road Home (feat. Joey Maker & Hasyir Ibrahim)
Wovensound x Ihasamic!
Hip-hop producer Wovensound has brought together Singapore rapper Ihasamic! and Vietnamese-Australian hip hop artist Joey Maker for “No Road Home”, an eclectic blend of old school hip-hop beats, haunting piano chords, conscious rapping, and even a suave guitar solo. In terms of creative inspiration, Wovensound cited Immortal Technique’s “Dance With The Devil” as the track responsible for laying the preliminary touches of his latest collab song. “I wanted a beat that felt that way and brought out that kind of vibe and emotion in people”, said Wovensound.
The lyrics of “No Road Home” tell a cautionary tale of flexing and lying for short-lived clout, and suffering the consequences after. Joey Maker shares, “My writing was inspired by the stories of some of my close family and childhood friends - kids I used to see weekly as I went through high school but have lost contact with since adulthood. Growing up amongst the Australian-born Vietnamese community, there was always a mystique and a lure - even an idea of status - associated with gang culture. We idolised triad movies like Young and Dangerous and looked up to Sydney gangs as much as we feared them. Unfortunately, some of the kids I grew up with got caught up in the image - the image became their reality, and they never made it back. I still think about them today.”
[Intro]
Talking this talking this talking that
Talking this talking this talking that
Talking this talking this talking that
None of ya’ll even blips on the map
Talking this talking this talking that
Talking this talking this talking that
Talking this talking this talking that
None of ya’ll even blips on the map
[Verse 1: Joey Maker]
Storytellers
Brothers Grimm imitators
Hella fellas
Wishin they were innovators
Fairy tales
Second hand scary tales
Missed the point of being cautionary
Merivale
From the Ivy, to the IV
Left behind he
All of those beside he -
Siamese
They was Hip joined
Why he leave?
He felt his fate drift drift drift
By the breeze
[Refrain]
They say he left us way too soon
They kept the posters in his room
It ain’t feel real until it is
Wish we could go back, silly kids
[Verse 2: Ihasamic!]
Talking this talking this talking that
Talking shit bout The Man while your hand’s down the poor man’s bowl
Picking scraps from the scraps fill your pockets til fat
Disregard what is left of your forlorn soul
It gets old, I close my eyes and I do not see, or I choose to not
Launch me up like an astronaut away from responsibility
I plead guilty
I don’t have the utility in me
Or the ability
To maintain stability
Keep both the stabilizers on the sides
Training wheels,
Journey’s long to where I’ll finally reside
Nobody beside,
I am just alone as I should be
But for sure not as alone as I could be
Coz all I’ll ever be is a fake
All I’ve ever been is a liar
Might be way too much for me to take
But they way I’m headed my head is heading head-first into the fire
[Refrain]
They say he left us way too soon
They kept the posters in his room
It ain’t feel real until it is
Wish we could go back, silly kids
