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Remember Me

"Silence Ain’t Weak" is a raw anthem built in the quiet—where strength isn’t shouted, it’s sharpened. No noise, no masks, no permission needed. I wrote this for the ones who fought battles in the dark and came out colder, cleaner, and unshaken. Let the world chase noise—I’ll keep building in the stillness.

Silence Ain’t Weak

I Do

Ashes Ain’t Empty

A raw look at love and effort—this track calls out the gap between words and actions. It’s about showing up fully, demanding real commitment, and holding space for the grind that love actually requires. No fluff, no sugarcoating—just truth about giving your all and expecting the same in return.
If you’ve ever felt like you gave everything and got less back, this one’s for you. Real talk about presence over promises, and love as a two-way street.

What You Bring

This track is me—unfiltered, unpolished, and fed up. It’s not about hate, it’s about space. I wrote this from the inside of a head that never shuts up, where fake smiles and shallow check-ins feel louder than silence.

Every verse is survival—calling out the bullshit of people who only show up when it’s convenient, who scroll past scars like they’re background noise.
I’m not your project. I’m not your hero. This is what it sounds like when I say enough.
Play it loud. Play it messy. Play it when you’re done pretending.

LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE

Right Here, Right Now—a raw, unfiltered anthem born from grit and fire. This track is my battle cry, forged in late nights and hard-won scars, blending thunderous 808s, sitar plucks, and tabla rolls with infused hooks and relentless energy. It’s about seizing the moment, shattering limits, and moving like truth in a world that lies. From the stomping call-and-response to the glitchy harmonies, every beat hits like a pulse of defiance. This isn’t just music—it’s my bloodline, my vow, my now. Stream it, feel it, live it.

Right Here, Right Now

A neon-lit chessboard pulses under flickering streetlights. Every heartbeat is a metronome, every thought a blade. This is trap-phonk laced with glitchcore venom: sitar riffs slice through 808 thunder while distorted vocals whisper death notes in binary.  Lyrically, it’s Light Yagami vs. L on a midnight rooftop—justice raining in silence, logic hunting in cold math. No heroes, no mercy, just calculated carnage and the echo of “Next move?”

Checkmate Mind

Not here to chase charts—I speak what I live.
 No fake hype, no watered-down vibes.
One voice. One vision. No apologies. Michigan artist blending raw lyrics with dark beats.

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