lyrics:
Grew up without my father, he was barely in the pic,
My mother had her man’s, but he wasn’t helpin with,
Paying bills, buying food, let alone raising her kid,
No help with school, so I would always try to skip,
We would never have money, so I turned for ways to flip,
Sold weed in sixths, but luckily I got out of the mix,
But I taught myself to stop, wasn’t guidance or no tips,
Felt like my mom did her best, but there was something that was missed,
I was an only child, you’d think I’d have all the attention,
But I felt a lack of that, it hurt, made me feel so distant,
Middle school I would cut, not classes, I mean my wrist,
I felt a bit depressed, felt like any day could be the end,
I wrote a couple notes, but I’d ball em up and trash em,
Kept a smile on my face, act like thoughts like that could never happen,
Seventh wasn’t lucky, I would get in lots of fights,
But I was sick of life at home, sick of school, sick of the sights,
Sick of all the issues, and not being treated right,
So I snuck out one night, plotted running away,
I ain’t get too far in the plans of my escape,
Got out for a bit, I was running like a stray,
Came back in the morning, before my people wake,
Thought, “there has to be a way out, this ain’t a place for me to stay,”
In eighth I’d start to write, I was 13 at the time,
I put pencil to the pad, started filling in the lines,
I said damn I’m way too good, but really I ain’t even tryin,
Imagine what I could if I only I keep up the grind - so it’s,
Jumpin out my slump,

~

Fuck dragging my feet,
Whole list of goals,
That I’m all tryna meet,
This that 3am written,
I can’t even fall asleep,
This that make shit happen,
Who cares about a dream?
This that fuck sitting down, mane,
Get up out ya seat,
I got wallets to fill,
I got buildings to go build,
Only worried bout my girl, myself and my guild,
Y’all was sitting on the porch, I was out in the field,
I was skipping sleep, skipping work, skipping meals,
I was in the stu, don’t care about I feel,
All I know is grind, all I know is ambition,
If ya ain’t with it, you don’t see the damn vision,
And if you ain’t the picture, you can’t see the image,
And if you ain’t bout the cheese, ain’t no smiling with you bitches,
So if you ain’t tryna get it, then don’t try to visit,
Bitch I’m back in business, dressed in all black, on a mission,
By any means necessary, you best not be sitting,
I ain’t tripping, I ain’t bitchin, I’m just tired of the endless wishes,
You know you done with the struggle when you tired of not being able to fucking go get it
I been, repping 13 for almost 13 years, 
I been in my bag, used to worry bout my peers,
But niggas switch like lights, and it’s weird,
But it’s funny how the world spins, but don’t be shocked when you ain’t here

13 (prod. docent)

Brandy - I Wanna Be Down (StevieOnTheBeat Edit)

Lyrics:
Won't regret, bitch, pop you every second.
I might get you fucked up, have your scars get to pending.
I am not so fine, why the hell am I pretending?
Still not gonna die, they can't bring me to the dead end.
You ripped my fucking life, everything but my damn freedom.
Now I've turned into a zombie, got the blood right in my pupils.
Get to bleeding, have your brain and face be weeping.
Bitch, don't cry, you fucking demon.
They turned on me, burned on me.
They might smoke on my death when I'll be sleeping.
Dreamed about suicide, bitched at that.
Killed everyone, you can look at my stats.
No one in here can break up my path.
Still on the way to lavish real fast.
Try to tempt me, you might need a cast.
Stomp on your head, turn it into ash.
Loving my present, can't fuck with my past.
Everything was dead, my life was crashed.
Heavy, I be feeling heavy.
Done with it already.
Pop you like confetti.
Got you looking hairy.
Feel like I'm a fairy.
Ripping teeth so daily.
Morphed up like I'm Eddie.
Keep it fucking steady.

Blood was on my arm, had to dry it out.
Blood was on my arm, had to dry it out.
Blood was on my arm, had to dry it out, ayy

Blood was on my neck, had to try it out, ayy.
Felt so damn betrayed, had to cry it out, ayy.
Had me in a room, got the demons out my mouth, ayy.
Had to change up and made a damn zombie sound, ayy.
Dealt with people that was so unreal to me, uh.
Month after month, I jus had to get new dreams, uh.
If they try to ruin, I'll fuck them up and make them scream, uh.
Get them all ripped up like my fucking jeans, uh.

DRY.EM.OUT (prod. BOWSY)

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Popee the Performer ~ Sped up intro ♡ 💞

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THE UNKNOWN

I wanted to make a more drum involved trance track with ambient chords and I think it turned out awesome! Hope you enjoy!

Winter Elegance

Meaning unfolds in the rhythm of consciousness, in the silent law underlying every vibration. Thought becomes geometry, emotion symmetry, and silence a sacred pulse of understanding. Beyond measure or reason, what truly matters lies in the invisible balance that keeps everything in motion, breathing and flowing.

Resonant Silence

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