Lie to Me

Imagine a world in therapy
Imagine a world in therapy
'Cause the future's so bright
The future's so bright

Imagine a world in therapy, there we be
We didn't want no terror, no terror, see
I feel like Martin Luther with a better dream
We didn't need the Tuli, we didn't need the lead or anything
Yeah, imagine a world in therapy
Imagine all the rooms in the embassy
Imagine all the food and amenities
They ain't gotta move to the States
'Cause the future's so great
With the room and the cake
The computer is saying
Computers replacing the stupidest humans with humans
Who came from the future, they're proving their case
For what they should do in this era of faith
That they're doing today
They're moving the rates
They're cooling the state
And they're putting the boo in the ba in the baa baa ba
You know what I'm saying?

Imagine a world in therapy
Imagine a world in therapy
'Cause the future's so bright
The future's so bright

Track from the album "A World In Therapy"

A World In Therapy

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Something You Can't Get Back

I Got You, Too (The Reply to Slow Down)

✨ New Music – Brighter Day ✨

Back in the 90s, I grew up making hip hop and jungle — digging into old 70s funk records for breaks and inspiration. This time, I thought I’d flip that concept and create one of those records myself.

"Brighter Day" is written and produced entirely by me – lyrics and instrumentation. At its heart, it’s about stopping the suffering in the world and protecting the innocent children caught up in the bad decisions made by those in power.

It’s funk with a message. A reminder that even in dark times, we can strive for a brighter day. 🌍❤️

By me,
Aj Molasses

#NewMusic #Funk #HipHopRoots #BrighterDay #AjMolasses #ConsciousMusic

Brighter Day

The Mother’s Rebuke

A bold inversion of prayer and prophecy, “The Mother’s Rebuke” is a raw, soulful rap that lifts up the divine feminine as the source of wisdom and truth. Over an R&B groove laced with funk swagger, the track challenges the Father’s throne and crowns the Mother of Wisdom with reverence. The hook chants her beauty and flame, while the verses unfold like scripture turned inside out, rebellious, poetic, and spiritual. It’s a call to awaken, to rise from shadows of domination, and to honour the womb, the river, and the eternal flame. Both hymn and battle cry, it’s a sound of devotion reimagined.

The Mother’s Rebuke

Creole For Your Soul is a celebration of rhythm, passion, and reinvention. This collection brings together bold new remixes of standout tracks—Cultivate, Distant Lover, Falsetto, Freak Like Me, Good Life, House Work, Let Me Era, Tempted Tonight, and Walk Into Love. Each song has been reimagined through the vibrant energy of Creole grooves, layered with soulful instrumentation, hypnotic percussion, and fresh vocal textures.

From the introspective flow of Cultivate to the sultry pull of Falsetto, the playful heat of Freak Like Me, and the timeless uplift of Good Life, every track is infused with a sense of movement that makes the body respond and the spirit rise. The remixes bring out new dimensions—sometimes deeper, sometimes brighter, always alive.

Creole For Your Soul is more than an album—it’s a journey into a soundscape that unites cultures, blurs genres, and invites you to lose yourself in the dance.

Falsetto - Creole Remix

Between the beats

A post is a seed, falling through the air, what you plant will grow, in the minds that care. Choose words like water, gentle and clear, not poison that lingers, not shadows of fear.

The public is a garden, alive with every voice, each step, each word, becomes a choice. We carry the weight of what we say, responsibility lights the way.

 A thought is a root, reaching deep inside, it blossoms in silence, it cannot hide. Your message is soil, fertile or bare, it shapes the world, it shapes the care.

 Speak like rivers, flowing free, let kindness echo endlessly. Every spark, every line, is a trace in the grand design.

 The public is a garden, alive with every voice, each step, each word, becomes a choice. We carry the weight of what we say, responsibility lights the way.

(Mantra) Seeds in the garden, words in the wind, what you give is what will begin. Water or fire, shadow or sun, the garden remembers what you’ve done.

Shitpostings The Public is a Garden

He walked alone where the sand met the thunder,
A shepherd’s heart wrapped in ancient flame.
Every dune held a secret to wonder,
Every silence whispered out his name.

He heard the call in the smoke on the mountain,
He felt the weight of the promise rise.
And though the world was thirsty for fountains,
He carried hope beneath the skies.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time.

The nights were long, but the stars were steady,
Lighting paths no mortal feet had known.
A restless people, hearts never ready,
Yet he bore the burden not his own.

He raised his staff and the waters listened,
He spoke of laws carved in sacred stone.
Behind his eyes, the desert glistened,
A fire only heaven could have sown.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time…

Ba-da-dum, ba-da-yaaa…
Mmm-mm, sway low… sway low…
Shoo-doo-wah… desert winds blow…

Some nights he questioned the road before him,
Some nights he stood where the shadows grew.
But every dawn set a promise o’er him,
A fragile world made fierce and new.

He felt the weight of a million choices,
He felt the pull of a distant light.
And in the murmurs of trembling voices,
He found the courage to stand upright.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time.

Oh, he walked where the boundaries fade,
Where heaven and earth strike a chord unplayed.
Oh, he carried a people’s dream,
Through burning sand and a sun supreme.

At the edge of promise he stood in silence,
A life of service beneath the sky.
Though he never crossed into fields of triumph,
His legacy refused to die.

For every heart that remembers the story,
For every soul that still seeks the sign,
His footsteps echo in ancient glory,
A path of dust, a path divine.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time…
held by time… held by time…

So when the night grows heavy…
and the road  feels far from home,
remember all the wanderers who walked for you,
toward promise and toward throne.
remember the wanderer, who walked for you…

Desert of Divine Secrets

Midnight On My Mind

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Something You Can't Get Back

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