Deaf Parrot

The first track in Justin's Rap album "Dear Rudiff"

## **Theories**

My theory for Deaf Parrot is that it's just Prilly explaining his troubles to Rudiff in the first letter that he is sending. He explains how he wants to commit suicide, but wants approval from Rudiff.

I believe what happened is that from the start of the song to around 3:20 ish Prilly is trying to explain to rudiff his troubles, where Rudiff went, and how that has affected him for the worse until deciding to scrap that note and starting a new. when Prilly starts his new note he gets it fast, quick, and to the point to basically tell Rudiff he misses him, he wants to see him again, and he is going to kill himself , as long as he gets his approval. -Spritz

☀If you want to put your theories here, go for it. Anyone can edit it. - Takatoose

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## Dear Rudiff

Rap album by Justin Bonitz

I’m writing ‘cause I think I got a whole lot of nothing in my mind

And it’s starting to consume me

The blank page taking over the sketch

I regret to inform you that there ain’t much left of me

But still, I hope that you can vouch for me

When I’m gone, I wanna’ be remembered for all that I am

Not the good, not the bad—just the middle

-In between the fence of right and wrong

A fine rope strapped to one edge of the cliff

And the other is a riddle taking form of a noose

around my broke neck

A sick head kicked bad from the mirror man

Still hanging in my office where you left it—never clearer, man

But that person staring back is rude

-Telling me lies all the time, and I’m closer to believing him

So I hope you’re closer to retrieving him

See, I was under the impression you was’ just taking a break

Made mistakes that you wanted to repent for

And I was all for that repentance,

But now it’s been so long that I think you might be running towards an exit

And if that’s true, it’s not on accident...

It’s been a while, you’ve been giving me the shoulder

I’m waiting for this whole dang thing to blow over

I wrote you three or four times
And I checked, but you never hit me back

-Just assumed you too had been consumed by the pollen of the bloom

But I know you better than that

I check twice a day, ‘cause I know you better than that

Don’t mean to scuff up your shoes or scratch upon your new ride

Where black and white once were just gray lines,

Is now a mess of paint and strange ink blots

Shaped like plastic soldiers

And we’re older, so the whole world’s looking mighty colder

-A bold move
Yes sir, I remember the old rule

“Never meddle with affairs outside your own room”

But I just can’t help myself, man
It’s not Tru!

All the stuff that they been saying about you

It’s got me seeing red, I’m the bull—I’m the monsoon

I want you to understand that I never once thought a single word had any merit

I kept myself perched up high—deaf parrot

Staring at that billygoat reflection

The mirror that you gave me’s like a spreading infection

Refracting what I want to see, but that ain’t me

What’s the guarantee if I return it to you that I will be free of this curse?

Getting harder not to hurt myself with each and every verse

-No virtue

Don’t mean to alert you,

But if I’ve gotta’ keep on looking, might desert you

I’m like a cartoon living in the same reruns that been showing for the last ten years

Where you at?
Could you take a fucking second just to hit me back?

Dear Rudiff,

You know I get covert sometimes

And that’s work tryna’ flirt with the murk of life

But we was equals… I never meant to diss you

I never meant to turn it all around—that’s not the issue

I miss you

You left this thing with me because you thought that I could handle it

I guess you thought wrong

I’m a walking bomb, ticking wicked clicks

Just a thought and it’s all gone

Quick tip: never put your faith in my agenda

We both know that I do not care where I could end up

I don’t know when this negative flow started

Pent up aggression leaking from my naked fists

I am the center, I’m the beast

The puzzle piece missing
-Lodged under the cushion of the couch

Sucked up by the vacuum cleaner hose and thrown out three towns away

So there’s a hole now

How you hang that up to show and still be proud about it?

I’m writing ‘cause I think a whole lot of nothing

And my blood’s running black

There ain’t no coming back
It’d be nice to hear your voice once more before it’s over

But I’ma do what I’ma do, I’m sure you know that

I guess I just want your approval
-Tru"