Finally, we have a significant release from Jah with "EXO: Love Trail Poetry," and it is both-deserved excellently executed This 7-track album highlights the artist's growth and offers a glimpse into what the future holds, featuring explosive kicks, captivating melodies, and hypnotizing beats. In a recent interview, Jah stated, "So yeah, this my first big project that is fully produced by myself. I hope y'all enjoy this because I really worked on this one. I tried to expand on my creativity, being that I have full creative control now. And on the low, it's actually made up of about 28 EXO files, but this album only displays 7, so it'll most likely have a part 2." We look forward to hearing more EXOs later this year. In the meantime, enjoy and stay tuned.

EXO: Love Trail Poetry

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Produced by - Yondo

Lyrics:
To be honest, it feels like nothing's real
Life is moving, this movie reel
I don't even see myself, how they do, what's the deal?
When I look in the mirror, I lose appeal
I'm bananas, I lost my peel
I use my words and ideals as a shield
But against myself, my will doesn't wield

I can't stop, not even yield
I've been out of my mind so long in this field
It doesn't surprise me, it's shocking like an eel
I always wanted to be the man of steel, I hate people that steal
Anxiety and stress stripped me down, now it's hard for me to conceal
My lips have been ziplock sealed, I'm sorry for the spiel

Drugs and substances are the only thing that makes me feel okay
Derealization, till I blank out of space
I don't recognize my own face, all I feel is pain
Derealization, till I blank out of space
Space, space, space

POV, there's multiple different versions of me
People all up in my business call it peanut gallery
You give me allergies, it's not about the salary
When your dream becomes a reality
Fallacy, I'm in a whole nother galaxy

Keep burning calories, mortal combat fatality
You're going to need more than a calvary
I see myself from outside of my body
As if I had a frontal lobe lobotomy
I stargaze at night astronomy
I'm looking through the glass outside in while it's foggy
If these are human beings, I must be E.T

Everyone's addicted to something, stay glued to the screen
I don't know what's gotten to me
I just need a place with space to breathe
I'm stuck in between the belly of the beast and wanting eternal peace
There's more to the surface, don't be naive
Living under a rock, music is my release

People are superficial, part artificial, like the food we eat
Food for thought to feast
To live off fees or social feed
I'm a dead man walking, waiting to cease
These demons want me seized
Depersonalization, what do you see?
Dissociation, I have receipts
The symptoms of it are long, keep it brief
Jump, everything's blurry, or in slow motion through this quantum leap

Drugs and substances are the only thing that makes me feel okay
Derealization, till I blank out of space
I don't recognize my own face, all I feel is pain
Derealization, till I blank out of space
Space, space, space

This world's been destroyed
Long before I even joined it
How joyous, I'm lighting up this joint
Who's joining? In school, everyone thought I was annoying
I'm not what you wanted me to be, how disappointed
Pinpoint, I'm anointed
Teachers and doctors forced me on pills to avoid it

They wanted to see me killed
To kill or be killed, how my trauma instilled
Society has failed me, if they haven't, you probably will
Like running up a hill while the world is tilt
I'm consumed with guilt, anxiety has a hold of me still
When I leave, my fam gets the will, I swear to God, nothing's real

I hope this is a bad dream the next time I awake
I'm a prisoner of my own mind, confined in this place
The only escape is music all seven days
Like Novocaine
Monday through Sunday, it helps me alleviate
Everything's mundane, fame, drugs, and to fornicate
It's hard to concentrate, feeling disrepair and disarray

I'm valuable wait, vulnerable, reevaluate
Debilitate, caution with yellow tape
I feel like bait in Crystal Lake
Since I was seven, I felt estranged
You don't see my teardrops in the rain
Purgatory from heaven's gate
I don't recognize my own face
Facilitate, I have to bet on myself like a parlay
Something not everyone partakes

I'm God's disciple, not your cliché
A hostage to my own pride, you don't say
My thoughts would be a ton if measured by weight
Then you wonder why I need to smoke just to feel okay

Derealization

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Whyte Nicotyne, hailing from Cresco, United States, is a rising music artist/philosopher with a unique versatile style and blend of influences from his high school friendship with JayThaRose. Drawing inspiration from artists like Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, J. Cole, Nas, 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G., Logic, Outkast, NF, Mac Miller, and many other artists. Whyte Nicotyne's sound resonates with a deep and relatable quality that sets him apart in the music scene. With his original debut single, "A Better Day," released on March 29th, 2024, Whyte Nicotyne showcases his talent and passion for creating music that speaks to the heart and soul of his listeners.

Born in Coon Rapids, Minnesota quickly moved to Cresco, Iowa. A small rural town where Austin Buls grew up and discovered his artistry and outlet with music, more specifically hip-hop and rap. At the age of 16, he created his alter ego, "Whyte Nicotyne," "Whyte," obviously white but spelled with a "Y," instead of an "I," as he always felt different. "Nicotyne," because music is his addiction, a drug constantly wanting more and more like a fiend needing fixing. As witty as he is, he had to be the one to go against the grain with salt. After years of practice, writing rhymes, free-styling, and making demos. He created debut album "Light In Darkness," EP "Summer Paradise," album 2 "Days Of Future Past," album 3 in the works "Children Of The Corn," along with some singles. Embodying the idea of being the light in a dark place.

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