“Thank God, Still Have My Soul” is a militant gratitude cipher — a survivor’s chant carved from the wreckage of capitalism, burnout, and systemic erasure. It maps the tension between what’s been taken (time, breath, dignity) and what remains untouchable: the soul. The verses move from economic dispossession to ancestral resilience, flipping trauma into testimony.
Key motifs:
Spiritual inventory after collapse
Surveillance and algorithmic control
Ancestral memory as resistance
Refusal to be digitized, branded, or broken
The hook echoes like scripture:
“They drained the breath, but couldn’t touch the flame… Thank God — still have my soul.”
Story Behind the Lyric
This suite was born from rupture — a response to systems that measure worth in metrics and monetize exhaustion. It’s a ciphered refusal to let the grind define the spirit. The title itself is a clenched-jaw thanks: not soft praise, but a declaration that despite the losses, the essence remains intact.
It draws from E>W. Du Bois’s “brief moment in the sun”
Modern precarity — gig work, debt, surveillance
Ancestral echoes — drum, chant, refusal
Spiritual clarity — what can’t be taxed, tracked, or sold

Thank God, Still Have My Soul  #Hip-hop Cipher Rap

dead conscious

Hell No

Helter Skelter prod. by Erik Dom

Morphine Daze

prod. midnightsnvck

engineered by @preachernicky

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pull up on u girl in foreign 
I don’t wanna Bitch 
You can hear me
Always keep hope you hear real 
 Awful I sin
I’m healing 


sell my 
sell my 
new life 
feel alright 
die for my word 
 
still empty 
singing In my room 
Only my weed

I lose youuu
in the mud 

two in my head for the night   
out my, own damn my mind.

Still no answer 
I

Feel your pain 
Ain’t no distance here 
Miles always still I feel your heart 
and 
I’m tired 
Do i
Do I 
I do 
I Do want 
wanna keep you here 

but Im Done 
I don’t want  chase 
Not no more 

blessing and a curse 
When I walk 

Fuck it ay
Fuck it ay
 

sell my 
sell my 
new life 
feel alright 
die for my word 
still empty 
singing In my room 
Only my weed
 

I lose youuu
in thee mud 

two in my head tonight   
out my, own damn my mind.

Still no answer 
I 


Too many bitches up in this shit 
Nothing to prove here but be a simp 
I give no fuck when im sipping cup 
Only ready to go when I’m drowning in it 

get anything that go fit in the bag 
Ya ya that good shit 
I’m Cutting my all tags 
Cutting my ties 
Like i cut off hoes 
Still love to think w my dick
 fucking hoes 



sell my 
sell my 
new life 
feel alright 
die for my word 
still empty 
singing In my room 
Only my weed

Helter Skelter prod. by Erik Dom

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