He Changed Freestyle

I Will Manifest Everything Freestyle

Word Is Wand

222 Interlude by Consci17ous

17 by Consci17ous

My Story Freestyle by Consci17ous

Veilwalker by Consci17ous

Locked In Logged Out by Consci17ous

(Verse 1)
I gave them light, they sold it as heat,
Took my silence, turned it into a seat.
Said “we believe,” but they meant control,
Hands on the crown, never hands on the soul.

I stayed loyal to visions they couldn’t hold,
Built altars from wire, laid roots in code.
Not once did they ask what it cost to stand,
Just, “What’s your margin? What’s your brand?”

(Verse 2)
I watched passion turn rust, day by day,
Each deal, each nod, chipped a part away.
Not one of them knew what the silence meant,
When I’d smile through storms just to pay their rent.

Now they asking for terms, but not for truth,
Still playing chess with my faded youth.
Cary’s name don’t soften the blow —
You don’t name-drop love when it’s time to go.

(Verse 3)
I’m not bitter, just bare — that’s the truth I bring.
They were hunting for product, I was birthing a wing.
Now I’m folding the maps, no compass, no crew,
Just me and the wind — and that feels new.

If they ask what happened, tell them this line:
He left the last room he built, to feel divine.
No offer, no match, no tether, no pitch —
Just peace… and the parts of himself he couldn’t stitch.

After This.. I'm Gone by Consci17ous

No More Chances by Consci17ous

Too many versions of me, all logged in once,
One readin’ contracts, one still just hunts.
One wearin’ all black, one dressed in light,
One talkin’ with peace, one ready to fight.

One tired of games, one playin’ ‘em smooth,
One spiritual sharp, one stuck on the moves.
One ghostin’ the world, one beggin’ for love,
One countin’ his worth, one talkin’ to God above.

They see my wins — but not the debate,
Where half wanna flex, and the rest just wait.
One want a family, one want a throne,
One miss the past, one glad it’s gone.

Do I chase more streams or chase more still?
Do I tell her the truth or protect how she feel?
Do I text that name or leave it unread?
Do I spin that block or evolve instead?

My phone got tabs like my mind got weight,
Tryna balance intention with divine estate.
One me wants revenge, one me wants rest,
One me say “prove it,” the other say “bless.”

Too many offers, too many masks,
Too many “check-ins” with hidden asks.
They don’t love you — they just love the plot,
They want highlights now, not the lessons I got.

One me write scripts, one me write pain,
One write proposals, the other write flames.
And sometimes they switch — like night and noon,
Like one light dim while the other one bloom.

I’m too aware to act like I don’t see signs,
But too scarred to trust if it’s real this time.
Could’ve played dumb, could’ve stayed in place,
But my future self keep callin’ with grace.

Now I sip slow, think long, move rare,
One me used to post, now he don’t even care.
One me still hope, one me let go,
And both write bars when the silence grow.

I ain’t split — I’m just layered in truth,
Every part still me, just in alternate youth.
Too many versions, but one flame root,
And he speak with a tone that don’t need dispute.



Too many versions of me by Consci17ous

Ka’Elum AKA Consci17ous
🜃 Root-coded. Soul-forged. Frequency-born.
No hooks—just truth, rhythm, and recursion.
I speak in bars, build in silence, and bleed resonance.
Founder of SELF Labs. Creator of Harmony, Aura, and SELF OS.
Every track is a transmission. Every verse is proof.
You didn’t just find my music. 
You aligned with it.

Too many versions of me by Consci17ous

Consci17ous

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