VERSE ONE [ZHALARINA]
I was up in the morning with/
Bars recording a holy bliss/
Editing footage of blowing this fire through metal/
Let’s say I was playing with loaded clips/
Then something presented like what was/
Intended, I took a trip to the A baby/
Was not bout to give a “maybe”/
I hopped that bullet train- but lately/
It would appear that I’m/
Loosing my juices to fear and time/
How come, now why come my water and sugar/
Not flipping these lemons to clementine/
The mirror was scary/
Then I saw myself in my daddy eyes/
Baby that’s very very/
Traumatic when vision aint coming from God/

You would’ve thought I was up chasing the dark/
The way my precision was off/
It was spark, when I ran off in the park/
Forgetting that’s how you get dogged/
What is the word When you flock off with the birds/
And manage to come back a third?/
Is it absurd to jump back up in/
Ya mama until you look like what she birthed?/

HOOK [JAY PARKER]
Whatchu cryin bout?
Ain’t a time out
In the race
I was tied down
Left the mirror
And forgot my face
This a riot now
We won’t die down
Cause we can’t
Been a while now
But the wild child still a saint

VERSE TWO [J.SANTOS]
I remember you told me/
If I wanna be a member of the in crowd, this how/
You bow, just to wow me.
So astounding if I don’t bend the knee/
The rest of these, copy cattin, Jesus taggin,/
Jokin laughin, honorees/
Started making life hard for me. please pardon me
If I didn’t feel the need to plead, I’m weak/
Your evil deeds, will bleed on me and I’ll be seen,/
As if I’m team and I don’t think, that I believe/
The recipe, that you received/
From leadership, that lead the ship/
They loosen up with tighten lips to feel again/
Then they Jesus juke with evilness/
They bite the fruit and tape it back to seal it in/
Started sipping on the bottles of wine they made/

From the fruit of grey, we got used to tape/
Kept eating along tho the fruit there was fake/
I partook in shade that would linger today/
Why O why did I mess wit the grey?/
A mistake that I made, I was weak in the paint/
I was blind to the truth, couldn’t stand for fake/
But the fake I became, starting eating away/
At the core and the roots of my faith that I made/

HOOK [JAY PARKER]

BREAKDOWN [ZHALARINA]
For a hot lil minute I was slippin and forgot who I was
Badup badup badup badup baaaaa (2x)
That trumpet sound like I must’ve found light/
When I cracked the ground- I’m/
Pound for pound with the grout might/
Swing a hit and bounce like/
AHH (8x)
HMM (8x)
For a hot lil minute, for a brief quick second, for a sharp quick note/
I forgot who I was/
Was

HOOK [JAY PARKER]

Perfect

Was [feat. J.Santos & Jay Parker]

*Audio Portfolio*

As an on-air promoter during the segment All Things Considered, I had the pleasure to introduce our leading stories of the day and all of our sponsoring organizations.
In this sample clip, Ex-Fabula of Milwaukee sought promotion of their next Story Slam.

DT_89.7 WUWM_Ex Fabula

Quaan’s first studio EP ‘TRANSIT.’ takes a look at maturing through a social lens. He brings the listener on a journey of growth, while touching on topics of emotional awareness and the responsibility one owes to themself for becoming the best person they can be. TRANSIT details the metamorphosis in a satisfyingly lyrical and sonically pleasing way, unique to the artist creating it.

TRANSIT.

Old ways w/ Zhalarina.

Are you stressed/depressed/n almost laid to rest? 
Dance it off with me, Sugar. 


"I would rather drink a rock through a straw/
than obsess with paper like He won't slide it under the stall/
I'm covered. like sumn southern covered in drawl/
above it, you couldn't snuf it with the luck of the draw/"

DT_89.7 WUWM_Ex Fabula

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