An uplifting, high-energy hip-hop anthem about rising from nothing to self-made success—turning pain into power, doubt into fuel, and carving your own lane while claiming full control of your story.

sky ain't the limit

A bleak, cyclical spoken-word confession about systemic hypocrisy, trauma, neurodivergence, and exhaustion—capturing a mind trapped in repetition, condemnation, and irony, standing catatonic as foundations crumble and reality grinds on without relief.

shaky foundation

These lyrics reflect an independent artist’s journey through social pressure, self-doubt, and isolation, transforming struggle into self-acceptance and resilience. They explore feeling different in a system that values conformity, finding strength through creativity, and discovering genuine human support beyond numbers or algorithms. At its core, the song is a thank-you to real listeners and a reminder that being independent doesn’t mean being alone—and that honesty, connection, and hope still matter.

Working Hard, Staying Human

These lyrics dive into the inner battle of masking pain to survive, portraying anxiety, trauma, and identity fragmentation through vivid, haunting imagery. They capture the feeling of being trapped in one’s own mind—overstimulated, misunderstood, and medicated into silence—while questioning guilt, shame, and what it really means to be “broken.” The song is a raw, emotional portrait of mental overload, survival through disguise, and the quiet desperation beneath composure.

Chameleon

These lyrics tell a deeply emotional story of growing up misunderstood and receiving clarity only after the damage was done. They explore trauma, late diagnosis, and the lasting imprint of PTSD—how answers don’t erase scars or rewind time. The song balances grief and self-awareness, accepting that pain and fractures are part of identity, while mourning the life that might have been if understanding had come sooner.

The Diagnosis Came Too Late

A soulful, jazz-infused anthem about rebuilding after collapse—where smooth guitar, soaring trumpets, and deep groove turn heartbreak into motion, resilience, and rebirth.

My World, My Groove

A gritty, ironic hip-hop track blending retro aesthetics with modern mental-health realism. “Demons in Retro Jordans” flips upbeat energy against heavy introspection—using analog imagery, dark humor, and jazzy undertones to turn anxiety, trauma, and survival into a cinematic, late-night anthem. It’s pain dressed in rhythm, smiling through the static.

demons

A raw, emotionally crushing dark-rock/alt-metal lyric centered on psychological trauma, manipulation, and learned despair. “End of the Rope” reads like a confession whispered from the edge—blending haunting imagery, abusive power dynamics, and inner collapse into a bleak anthem of survival without salvation. It’s intimate, brutal, and unflinchingly honest, where silence becomes both the wound and the only refuge.

End of the Rope

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Bea

Music is my language when words fall short.
I’m neurodivergent, and sound helps me regulate, process, and express what’s beneath the surface. I write the lyrics myself and use AI as a tool to bring them to life sonically.
Genres blur here, moods run dark, and emotion comes first.
Always open to feedback and dialogue.
If you relate, I’m glad you’re here—feel free to repost.
(Some songs are currently private while I revisit them. Updates coming.)

experimental
dark
ambient
alternative
underground
poetic
mood music
lofi dark
emotional
mental health
atmospheric
hip hop 
rap

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