YAMI VOL 1

Let Go ~ Ark Patrol ~ slowed and reverbed

moon / donda

🎬 Song Insight — “Haunted Carousel”

“Haunted Carousel” lives in the quiet aftermath — the place you end up when the relationship is over, but the world it shaped refuses to move on. This song captures the disorienting loop of inherited consequences: familiar streets, familiar rooms, familiar routines that no longer belong to the same life. Each verse observes what’s left behind — empty cups, flickering lights, worn bus stop benches — while the chorus circles the truth that hurts the most: some endings don’t feel chosen, they feel assigned. As the song unfolds, grief slowly loosens its grip, not through closure, but through agency. By the final chorus, the carousel hasn’t stopped — but the rider has finally reclaimed the reins.

📝 Lyrics

Verse 1
Through cracked window glass, your ghost still bleeds
Past metro stops where strangers never meet my needs
Thirty-two steps to our old coffee place
Now serving shadows of a different face

Pre-Chorus
There's rust in my lungs where hope used to grow
Like autumn leaves trapped beneath December snow

Chorus
Didn't choose this haunted carousel
Spinning past the life I knew so well
Your fingerprints stain every choice I make
Building castles from the bones you break
(Building castles from the bones you break)

Verse 2
The kitchen light flickers just like before
But your coffee cup's collecting dust by the door
I've memorized each crack in these bedroom walls
Where echoes of your laughter mock these empty halls

Pre-Chorus
The mirror shows a stranger wearing my skin
Reflecting all the places I've never been

Chorus
Didn't choose this haunted carousel
Spinning past the life I knew so well
Your fingerprints stain every choice I make
Building castles from the bones you break
(Building castles from the bones you break)

Bridge
In the space between midnight and dawn
Where memories bleed into tomorrow's song
I'm learning to breathe without your air
In this house of cards you left for me to bear

Final Chorus
Still trapped on this haunted carousel
Watching as the seasons farewell
But these hands are finally mine to take
No more castles from the bones you break
No more castles from the bones you break

Outro
The bus stop bench still holds your shape
But I'm done waiting for ghosts to escape
This story's ending I'll write alone
In a language that's finally my own

💬 Personal Reflection

This song came from realizing how much of my life was built around someone else’s gravity. The places didn’t change — the routines didn’t either — but I did. Writing this felt like quietly admitting that I stayed longer than I should have, carrying choices I never made. “Haunted Carousel” isn’t about blame; it’s about recognizing when survival turns into self-erasure, and choosing — finally — to step forward anyway.

🔥 4Me2BeFree Signature

4Me2BeFree exists to give raw emotion a place to breathe. We turn lived experience into cinematic soundscapes that don’t ask listeners to be perfect — just honest. “Haunted Carousel” is part of that mission: telling the stories that sit in silence, honoring the messy middle, and proving that vulnerability isn’t weakness — it’s creative power.

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Haunted Carousel v2

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Kanye West - Hey Mama Grammys Instrumentale (prod. By HUSTLER)

shiloh dynasty - DGAF (remix)

Produced by KHI

(verse 1 - YsRen)
Young Street Ren on that young street shit
I ain't worried 'bout your bitch boy I been hit
Baby said she like dick, put her lips on it
Glock 23 with a dick on it
Heard you want smoke bitch
Fuck it lets match them
Smoking dead niggas hell nah you can't match
This dick hit like Madden, on campus
Get straight to the dome like a aspirin
I'm a big dog, big boss, dripping big sauce
Hit your bitch fuck a store, that's what my wrist cost
Run a train on your bitch nigga that's a big loss
Stroking my dick, luh bitch that's my glock
Face lift, one of them nights we can't say shit
You ain't missing shots unless you know the fucking matrix
I rock designer, hell nah this ain't fake shit
Ape sized shells to your mouth on that Bape shit
Got a lightskin, white bitch, Latina that could fight, bitch
She hit both genders on that dyke shit
Shooters that'll do a nigga bad
Switching lanes getting brain and I damn near crashed
She wanna fuck cause I'm already knowin
By the age of just 12 I was already blowing
Age of 13,  got to keep my lips locked
Knew what it was when I stepped on the block

(verse 2 - Mustafa)
Staying 100 with all of my niggas
Only 14 and I'm off to a mission
Keep it real quiet, don't fuck with no snitches
Bro just got caught up, he ain't ever listen
Don't fuck with no 12 so I always be dipping
Faded off something just give me a minute
Rolling my blunts with them swishers
Cheifing on gas like I'm eating some spinach
Ima keep going I ain't got no limit
What I just started I might have to finish
Tryna make trap so I got to start business
Cops pull me over, it might get suspicious
Got to go get it, not a decision
Ain't wanna talk, end of discussion
Don't wanna cuff, that bitch is disgusting
Fuck all that talking, that shit is a sickness

(verse 3 - YsRen)
My Pornhub account got more views than my songs
Glock with a dick out my jeans and it's long
Just hit a lick with a Bape hoodie on
Bitch I stay strapped like I never go raw
True Religion like I'm friends with Buddha
Said she fucked me, said I never knew her
Fuck a shooter, nigga I'm a shooter
Bet I shoot the Puma off your fucking Puma
Toolie tucked incase a nigga screw up
30 clip on me look like a ruler
All this clout, wish I was rapping sooner
Ain't no acting funny, got no sense of humor

(verse 4 - Mustafa)
Hustle some dope
I just made dough
Fuck being broke
I rock Vlone
I get the gas, all for the low
Always reup, that is fasho
I'm in the coup and I just like to smoke
She like to suck so I told her deepthroat
Circle real small, I keep it closed
Once they start hating that's just how it goes
Talking to her but I put her on hold
Looked at the time yeah that shit stuck on froze
I'm a finesser I never go broke
Hell nah ain't scared, Ima let that bitch blow

Already Knowin Ft. Mustafa

Episode 50 of the Kyle Beats Podcast with L.Dre & LLusion. Hope you enjoy. We talk TikTok, spotify, management, money, & more. Great convo. Good times. Thanks for listening. Leave a 5 star rating for me :)

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