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, Milwaukee Repertory Theater sought promotion of their premiere of the new play Wife of a Salesman, a piece that takes clear inspiration from its predecessor Death of a Salesman.

DT_89.7 WUWM_Mke Rep-Wife of a Salesman

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_Mke Rep-Wife of a Salesman

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