THE COLLECTIVE TAPES: VOLUME ONE is an open vault.
Forty-eight raw cuts pulled straight from late nights, cold streets, half-finished notebooks, lost sessions, and moments that were never supposed to leave the hard drive. No polish. No filter. No rules.
This is everything — the highs, the lows, the anger, the hunger, the stories, the slips, the flexes, the pain, and the pressure of living and creating out the 6ix.
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Hunger Never Sleeps

[Verse]

Cracked pavement, where the shadows creep,

Whispers in the alleys where the secrets sleep.

Crumpled cans, broken dreams at my feet,

Time ticking slow, like a heart that skips beats.



Concrete jungle, where the lions don’t roar,

Just hungry hyenas scratching at the store.

Fingers itch for the hustle, eyes on the door,

Hope’s a currency, but I’m always poor.



[Chorus]

Shadow steps, where the light don’t follow,

Echoes bounce, deep and hollow.

Truth buried in the cracks we swallow,

Life’s a hustle, no time to wallow.



[Verse 2]

Graffiti sermons on the walls of the block,

Preach survival in a world that forgot.

Streetlights flicker, pulse like a clock,

Every tick-tock, another chance gets shot.



Cigarette smoke snakes up to the moon,

Basslines rumble, city sings its tune.

The grind is religion, a hymn we croon,

Living for the dusk, 'cause the dawn comes too soon.



[Chorus]

Shadow steps, where the light don’t follow,

Echoes bounce, deep and hollow.

Truth buried in the cracks we swallow,

Life’s a hustle, no time to wallow.

Hug Life

Captain Gips

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