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Try Me (Tender)

- Cross The Line ft. Xzakt, Bitter Belief, Deezy, Dista, Omac, Pauly P, Verdikt, Complete

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S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; uh
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, yeah
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Listen, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, shhh
   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
   Steady thy laden head across a brook;
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
hours by hours.
hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats's poem "Ode to Autumn

S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

“Alive on Purpose” is a cinematic, emotionally charged conscious rap about the wheel of life - from first breath to final ash. It asks: What do we really achieve, and what does it mean to live?

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[Intro]
Tick… tock… lungs draw maps in my chest.
If life is a lesson - who grades the test?

[Verse 1]
Born to a clock with invisible hands,
Crawled into questions I couldn’t withstand.
Page after page said “here’s how to live,”
but a book don’t bleed when you’ve nothing to give.
Between a quote and a breath there’s a cliff edge,
Between a plan and a step there’s a thin ledge.
I knew all the sayings, framed on a wall,
yet fear made a kingdom out of a hallway small.
I watched the years like trains I never boarded,
Counting the wins that nobody recorded.
What do we achieve if the soul stays numb?
A mountain of medals with a heart gone dumb?
Mama said, “listen, not everything’s loud,”
Some victories whisper, some grief makes you proud.
So I held my pulse like a lantern at night,
and saw that existing ain’t the same as light.

[Pre-Hook]
I’ve been memorizing sunrise, never stepping in it,
Tracing halos with my finger - never letting it begin and

[Hook]
Round and round, the wheel keeps turning,
Born, we bloom, then ash and yearning.
What is life if not this lesson:
not just know it - learn to bless it.
Breathe it in, don’t just define it,
Walk the fire, don’t outline it.
Between knowing life and living - 
feel the gap, then leap inside it.

[Verse 2]
I met my reflection like a stranger in glass,
We both looked tired from avoiding the ask.
What does it mean to be here and awake?
To love without fences, to give for its sake.
I stacked up goals like bricks without doors,
Chasing applause from invisible floors.
But the quiet spoke: “risk is the fee,”
Pay it in presence - redeem your ID.
I heard a child laugh - future in the sound,
I heard a last breath - circles come around.
We’re chapters and cycles, storms and reprieves,
A garden that withers so new life can breathe.
If time is a teacher, then homework is now,
Ink it with courage, sign it with vow.
I can’t take trophies to the other side,
But I can take moments where I truly tried.

[Bridge]
(Spoken, over heartbeat)
Knowing is a map. Living is the road.
Maps fold. Roads unfold. Choose the unfold.

[Hook]
Round and round, the wheel keeps turning,
Born, we bloom, then ash and yearning.
What is life if not this lesson:
not just know it- learn to bless it.
Breathe it in, don’t just define it,
Walk the fire, don’t outline it.
Between knowing life and living -
feel the gap, then leap inside it.

[Outro]
Tick… tock… lungs draw light from the night.
I’m not just here - I’m alive on purpose.

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