From the recording Dust to Crown: Chapter I - The Hero's Journey
Prufrocks Dream translates T. S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock into experimental hip‑hop about anxiety, overthinking, and the fear of acting. Hazy Rhodes and close‑mic vocals spiral through coffee‑spoon routines and fluorescent office halls, asking Do I dare when self‑doubt threatens to freeze the journey in place
Lyrics
"Prufrock's Dream:
Let us go then, you and I, through half-lit halls and elevator sighs
Evening spread on the skyline like a patient under neon knives
Fluorescent hum in the ceiling like a tired mind that never decides
Every shadow in the office glass look like a version of the man I hide
These streets move like a vague argument, twistin' round my feet, no end in sight
Every window got a party I’m not in, warm gold frames, I’m stuck in the night
Voices in the room sell futures, plans they already own
I’m fixin' my reflection in the bathroom mirror, editin' every word and tone
Got a bald truth slippin' through the fade, hoodie up but the years still show
They gon' say, “Look how thin his arms got, all that weight he never chose”
Scrollin' past invites I won’t hit send on, hunted by my own doubt
Can’t force the moment to a crisis if I’m always takin' side doors out
Small talk tastes like stale tea, same hallway jokes
Every laugh feel rented, every nod pre-scripted, compliments broke
I rehearse that confession on a loop, but my courage glitch, bufferin' slow
Heart stuck between the exit sign and the door to the life I’ll never know
I been measurin' my life with coffee spoons and deadline lines
Every year another spreadsheet, same cold lunch, same tired shine
Evenings, mornings, afternoons blur under office lights
My heart keeps hummin' questions I don’t ever say out loud at night
So I pace these floors between the sink and the city view
Countin' every should’ve in my chest like rent that’s overdue
If a minute holds decisions you can flip and then reverse
I’ll keep drownin' in revisions till the dream turns to a curse
I grow old in the glow of an inbox, watchin' blue dots fade before they type
Trousers cuffed, headphones on, fake bohemian over corporate stripes
Timeline full of mermaids on vacation screens, filters thick as haze
They sing in the comments together, but my name never hits the waves
I know the coffee shop corners, every chipped mug, every barista’s name
Know how my voice shrinks to a whisper when I wanna set my heart in flame
Should I, after latte foam and quiet slices, finally say what I mean?
Or choke mid-sentence and retreat back into glow of the exit screen?
Had chances like side streets after rain, glistenin' and raw
But I walked 'em in my mind, not with my feet, scared of every Maybe, every Flaw
Every “Could we talk a minute?” that I buried with a practiced smile
Do I dare say her name out loud, shake these porcelain expectations clean?
Do I dare smash this quiet like glass, spillin' out the mess of what I mean?
There’s a hundred indecisions in the time it takes to cross this floor
So I stop mid-walk, heart in my throat, then pivot back toward the door
I been measurin' my life with coffee spoons and deadline lines
Every year another spreadsheet, same cold lunch, same tired shine
Evenings, mornings, afternoons blur under office lights
My heart keeps hummin' questions I don’t ever say out loud at night
If a minute holds decisions you can flip and then reverse
I’ll keep drownin' in revisions till the dream turns to a curse
Should I, after cake and talk of raises, dare to drop my heart with the sweets?
If I laid my hunger bare between the cups and gossip, you and me in the seats
Would it have been worth it, after all these masks, to show the cracks they never see?
Is my fear of that small “no” louder than a lifetime where I never let it be?
I been measurin' my life with coffee spoons and deadline lines
All my dreams filed under Someday in a folder marked Declined
Evenings, mornings, afternoons slip past the glass like trains at night
Every “Do I dare” I swallowed turned my pulse down, dimmed my light
But tonight this question stalks me down the hall like a shadow I can’t lose
Either fade into the wallpaper or finally let my spirit choose
If a minute holds the power for decisions in reverse
Maybe one breath flips the script and cracks this quiet, breaks the curse
Do I dare… disturb the universe"