Faith🤍✝️

Writing a variety of genre! Music is the souls connection to the heart and spirit. Focusing the mind for truth.

Empathkradar singles

Hip Pop

Blues

Rock

Spiritual

Bloodline Series

We All Need Jesus

Rachael Lampa - Perfectly Loved (ft  TOBYMAC)

First Things First

Turbulent Skies

Turbulent Skies (Single Edit)

Truth in the Skies

soul-creed-

despised

city-of-dust

you think I’m nuts?

🎵 Try Again
by The Mainside Project

I’ve been lost, walking through the quiet
Carrying weight that no one ever sees
But even when the night feels like a riot
Something in me pulls me to believe

I’ve missed the mark, I’ve felt the sting
But I’m still here, I’ve got my wings
The page is blank, the ink is new
And I know now what I must do

So I’ll try again, start again
Even when the odds pretend
I can’t win, I won’t bend
I’ve got more than I had back then
Every fall, every fight
Leads me to the edge of light
I’m not done, won’t let it end
I’ll try again

They said the dream would break like paper
But they don’t know the fire in my hands
You can doubt me now, or doubt me later
I’ll keep moving—won’t need to defend

I’ve seen the storm, I’ve felt the burn
But I’ve got fuel for my return
The path is rough, the signs unclear
But I’m still holding to the wheel

So I’ll try again, start again
Even when the odds pretend
I can’t win, I won’t bend
I’ve got more than I had back then
Every fall, every fight
Leads me to the edge of light
I’m not done, won’t let it end
I’ll try again

One more breath, one more move
I’ve got nothing left to prove
This is mine, my second wind
I’ve got strength beneath my skin

Yeah, I’ll try again, start again
Even when the odds pretend
I can’t win, I won’t bend
I’ve got more than I had back then
Every fall, every fight
Brings me closer to the light
I’m not gone, I’m here to mend
So I’ll try again

Try again...
I’ll try again.

Try Again

I grew up in a small town
Every day the same old crowd
Dreamt of being someone different
So I had to get out

I can't find a place to call home
In this world I wander alone
And it don't matter how far I go
No I can't find a place to call home

Well I moved to the city
And got a couple jobs
All I made was enemies
Who'd take all I got

I can't find a place to call home
In this world I wander alone
And it don't matter how far I go
No I can't find a place to call home

Well I moved to the ocean
And I tried to make friends
But I never saw them again
After that weekend

I can't find a place to call home
In this world I wander alone
And it don't matter how far I go
No I can't find a place to call home

Track from the second ToneBoneMachine album "Ticket To Venus"

Ticket To Venus

No Place To Call Home

“Curtain Call” is a jazz-noir torch song drenched in glamour and fatal irony. With velvet vocals and lounge-inspired flair, it tells the tale of a singer bidding farewell—one alphabet, one act at a time. Backup singers whisper warnings, but fate waits in the wings. A darkly comedic eulogy to performance, pride, and the moment the spotlight fades. Step right, sugar… but watch your footing.

Curtain Call

Rise Up

Yo, it’s 😈Gawd, bringin’ that raw, untamed energy straight to your speakers. My music’s a whole vibe—gritty, heavy-hitting beats that slap like thunder, laced with flows that cut deep and keep it real. I’m cookin’ up a mix of dark trap bangers and hazy, cloud-rap waves, with bars that paint the struggle, the hustle, and the fire in my soul. It’s like ridin’ through the city at midnight—moody, intense, but always lit. My sound’s for the rebels, the grinders, the ones who live on the edge and ain’t scared to feel it. Hit up my SoundCloud, crank it loud, and let the chaos take over. 😈Gawd’s here to flip the game.

play in the sand

chemical-whispers-II

disguised evils

sweep-it-away

teetering

mcmaster-said

universal-one

unified-roman

Wash-rise-repeat

juggernaught-asps

stands-tall

embroploxity

beholders

bloodlines

the-lords-show

adapting-kings

fates-rules

romanwales

orbit-home

Slippin

trust in your light

Written for my daughter’s (not for sale)

my-lady-of-squirrels

evil-genius

No Matter What (feat. Bart Millard)

What good is music if the audience is deaf to tone and vibration. A continuum of displacement enamored by quiddity.