cognitive dissonace is a real thing

Crazy Man (Straitjacket Remix) - ft. Celph Titled & R.A. The Rugged Man

La Coka Nostra - The Hard Way

Yo, back in school, we all saw the fight, Bullies rule when they flex their might. Not their fault, just the way they’re bent, Pain breeds power, no accident.

They grow, they change, they step aside, Learn the game, join the tide. But the state? Nah, it don’t shift, It keeps the weight, the iron fist.

They call it power, they call it pride, Stronger hands make weaker hide. One nation rules, one bows low, Real Politic—that’s how it goes.

Evolution, but twisted tight, Mankind knows it ain't right. We supposed to rise, supposed to see, Transcend the chains, let thought run free.

Banks and kings, deals get made, Resources locked, power displayed. If they can’t buy, can’t own the land, Then lies get spun—yo, change the plan!

Paint ‘em enemies, make it loud, Turn the truth to dust in the crowd. Or break the leaders, grind ‘em thin, Till puppet hands start workin’ for them.

Bullying fades, we grow, we see, But nations stay ruthless—that’s their creed. Dominate, take, break, repeat, Holding us back from what we could be.

So here we stand, time to decide, Keep the cycle? Or change the ride? Mankind ain’t meant to rule by war, We meant to rise, meant to explore.

Not just nations, flags, or steel, We supposed to build—make peace real. Yet here we stuck, tied up tight, While stronger hands still crush what’s right.

Yo, break the chains, shift the flow, If we evolve, then let it show. A species that knows what’s wrong and right, A planet that don’t need the fight.

Bullying’s done—kids grow tall, But states still refuse to fall. Mankind waits, time moves fast, Either we change—or we the past.

They Call it Power

Let Them Ride is a soul song about emotional clarity and the quiet courage of acceptance. Instead of sorting thoughts into “positive” or “negative,” it invites you to let feelings be - like passengers on your journey. Not every hard feeling is a problem to solve. Some just need space to ride. This is a song about choosing what feels true...

Let Them Ride

Bail For Supreme

When It Splash

Pocketful of Stars (Read, Steady Eddie Version)

One Touch (prod.by H.Gee)

These ain't just overalls, Nigga I be rockin dis joint mos of my life. Dem faded blue chronicle of a life lived raw, from the concrete jungles of Brooklyn to the vibrant chaos of Caracas. They've absorbed the grime of every subway ride, the chill of a winter with broken heating, and the sweat of a thousand hustles just to make rent.

In Brooklyn, my armor. Dem carry the ghosts of late-night bodega runs, the echoes of boomboxes on stoops, and the grit of a city that tests you every single day. Then they flew south, soaking up the relentless Caracas sun, tasting the street arepas, and moving to a rhythm that was just as wild, just as real.

Every frayed edge, every stain, every worn-out patch tells a story of survival. They've seen me at my lowest and held together through it all. They're more than just clothes; they're a testament.

Word is bond.

Overalls

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Toss Ya Out

Steam curls off the morning cup,
Kitchen clock won’t shut up.
You stare at the chair like an old routine,
The window fogs with what might’ve been.
You don’t reach for the sugar jar
You drink in the quiet, thinking how things are.

It’s a black coffee morning,
Still dealing with the blow.
You nurse that cup like it still holds hope.
It’s not the caffeine that makes your hands shake
Love’s ghost don’t die, it circles the ache.

Her raincoat hangs by the back door,
You sweep the floor ’til your back gets sore.
Neighbors wave like the world’s moved on,
You find yourself still humming her song.
There’s rain on the sill, the floorboards creak,
You stir your thoughts while the kettle leaks.

It’s a black coffee morning,
You sip on sorrow like it’s all you know.
You keep holding what you ought to let go.
It’s not the caffeine that keeps you awake
Love don’t end clean, it just slips away

You pour another, can’t taste the heat,
The bitter burns, tastes like defeat.
The mouth remembers, the heart tries to forget —
Every swallow stirs the old regrets.
She’s gone, but still inside your skin,
Like the dark brew you keep letting in.

It’s a black coffee morning,
And it’s bruising you slow.
You warm your hands on what you ought to let go.
You’d rather drink pain than drink the air —
Cause the empty don’t love you, or answer your prayer.

Black Coffee Morning

WONDER WHEN THE WORLD WILL EVER SHINE SOME LIGHT

SHINE SOME LIGHT

Blood Money

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[Intro]
One step from silence… one breath from gone…
I don’t know if I can hold on…*








[Verse 1]
These walls are closing in, I feel the pressure crawl
Shadows in my bloodstream, voices in the hall
Every word I scream just falls into the void
I’m alive but I’m empty, I’m used then destroyed

My hands are heavy, my heart is thin
I’m a war I can’t remember how to win
The edge is calling like a friend I know
A final step, a way to let it go

[Pre-Chorus]

But something inside whispers soft in my chest
*This can’t be the end, this can’t be the rest…*

[Chorus]

Back from the edge, I will pull you through
Your breath still matters, your fire still burns true
You are not the silence, you are not the shame
You’re the light in the storm, you are more than your pain
So back from the edge, don’t let the dark decide
I bled for your life — you don’t have to die

[Verse 2]

I’ve been counting the reasons to just let go
But every number bleeds, every thought runs cold
I wear my failures like a crown of thorns
Every promise I broke leaves another storm

I hear the lie: *“You’ll never be enough”*
And I’m too worn down to call that bluff
I’m standing in the fire, I’m choking in the flood
Everything screams that I’m not worth the blood

[Pre-Choruse]

But if I could believe — if I could just hear…
That love is louder than this fear…

[Chorus]

Back from the edge, I will pull you through
Your breath still matters, your fire still burns true
You are not the silence, you are not the shame
You’re the light in the storm, you are more than your pain
So back from the edge, don’t let the dark decide
I bled for your life — you don’t have to die

[Bridge]

“What if I fall again?”
Then I’ll lift you up again.
Even graves can’t silence my song.
 “Why would You even care?”
Because your name is carved in the air!

[Breakdown]

FIGHT IT BACK — DON’T BELIEVE THE LIE
YOUR HEART STILL BEATS — YOU WERE NOT DESIGNED TO DIE
(Back from the edge — back from the edge!)
I’M BREAKING THE CHAINS — I’M CALLING YOUR NAME

[Final Chorus]

Back from the edge, I will pull you through
Your breath still matters, your fire still burns true
You are not the silence, you are not the shame
You’re the light in the storm, you are more than your pain
So back from the edge, don’t let the dark decide
I bled for your life — you don’t have to die

[Outro]

*One step from silence… but I hear Your voice…
Maybe tomorrow… maybe I still have a choice…*

Back From the Edge

Harvest the Future

The Block Thesis

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A raw descent into the emotional weight of depression. Each verse threads a different symptom—sadness, numbness, and worthlessness—wrapped in haunting metaphors and cinematic tension. The chorus echoes the silent struggle behind every forced smile. This isn’t just a song—it’s a mirror for the ones who feel unseen.

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The Devil Inside

“Back to the Gravel Road” is a heartfelt country song about growing up in a small rural town — the gossip, the gravel roads, and the long drives through corn and bean fields under the moonlight. It’s about slow living, raising kids, finding your way home to the farm, and remembering what really matters. A reminder that life’s best moments aren’t fast — they’re the ones that linger.

#CountryMusic #SmallTownLife #BackToTheGravelRoad #CountryVibes #RuralLiving #FarmLife #CountryHeart #SlowLiving #NostalgicCountry #MoonlightDrives #CountryRoads #Cornfields #BeanFields #CountrySong #AcousticCountry #LifeOnTheFarm #SouthernSoul #Americana #HeartlandMusic #CountryStorytelling


cognitive dissonace is a real thing

Johnny James Sendner.