Name: Pain Song by Erik Cain in Star in the Evening Sky
Duration: 3 min 26 s
Description: The Morning Star shines brightest after the Darkest Night

The Morning Star shines brightest after the Darkest Night

Star in the Evening Sky

GREED

(Produced by Professor Ben)

Boy, where you from? Boy, who you with?
Boy, it ain’t safe, you gotta clear it,
Young niggas jumpin’ out early now,
They ridin’ around with the 30s,
Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Heard they tryna’ play for keeps,
I could do this shit with ease,
This shit finna be a breeze,
You ever got thrown in the sea?
But now I’m swimmin’ with the sharks nigga,
Out the water, no scars on me,
No body marks, of course nigga,
Play the game like sports nigga,
I’m in her walls like a fort nigga,
Never pay too much mind to ‘em,
If I fuck with her that’s a choice nigga,
You the one that’s gon’ divorce with her,
Passin’ knowledge like a torch,
When I felt old enough to jump the porch nigga,
Know they really want the source nigga,
Better chew it with a fork,
I been in it since the gutta nigga,
From the bottom of the map, where lil’ niggas clap,
Leave you on your back,
Talkin’ crazy that’s a bullet to your hat, 
I’m just talkin’ facts, not the one to rap,
She been on me since I walked in,
Now we walkin’ through the back,
Love to give me head,
I just use her for the jaw muscle,
And to hold a nigga strap,
Always in the trap,
Youngin’s with me got the dirty 30’s,
And they still would let it blast,
Still would let it blast,
Understand that,
We don’t give a fuck where your man’s at,
She gon’ tell me just where the bands at,
Run a train on her sis, Amtrak,
Silly niggas think they beat me in the race,
Flyin’ by ‘em they gon’ see me in a Wraithe,
Rockin’ vintage like a Sicilian date,
Off-White, like the coke in the wrap,
Cough light like you smokin’ a black,
I see right through you niggas you wack,
Holla’ back and keep your feelings in check,
I ain’t ever been a squeal nigga,
Since a lil’ nigga, 
I been gettin’ money with the real niggas,
Then I had to get it in the field nigga,
Tryna run the game like the Bills nigga,
Heard lil’ homie was a sharpshooter,
Told me eye a nigga he’ll kill a nigga,
Seen shit you wouldn’t feel nigga,
So I ain’t really tryna’ feel niggas, who you is?


Boy, where you from? Boy, who you with?
Boy, it ain’t safe, you gotta clear it,
Young niggas jumpin’ out early now,
They ridin’ around with the 30s,
Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Boy, where you from? Boy, who you with?
Boy, it ain’t safe, you gotta clear it,
Young niggas jumpin’ out early now,
They ridin’ around with the .30s,
Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Aye, cut if off,
Where you from? 
I’ll send them zoes where you from nigga,
I could care less about who you with,
Jesus Christ had a crew with ‘em, 
Rookies built Noah’s ark, the Titanic, professionals,
That should teach you a lesson dude,
You ain’t hard dog, I see the bitch in you,
And you movin’ type funny too,
No Eddie Griffin but the twitch in you,
Keep playin’ them funny games,
Like a chinese soup I put the stick in you dog,
Let it rip in you dog, bullets rippin’ you off,
If you ain’t from here,
I hope that you got your gun here,
Hope you got that shit to do somethin',
Hope you don’t got it for fun here,
No gang’s here so no OGs,
Ain’t nobody gon’ follow rules,
My city get shit poppin’ nigga,
Niggas rollin’ like a inner tube,
Boy where you from?
What the fuck is you reppin’?
Just keep it on you it go down in a second,
You dig,

Boy, where you from? Boy, who you with?
Boy, it ain’t safe, you gotta clear it,
Young niggas jumpin’ out early now,
They ridin’ around with the 30s,
Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

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A While...

This cinematic pop audition song opens with sparse piano and soft strings. Verses feature intimate vocals, subtle acoustic guitar, maintaining delicacy. The chorus swells with layered harmonies, upright bass, gentle percussion. A dramatic bridge introduces orchestral flourishes and a restrained dubstep drop, blending pulsing synth textures with orchestral elements before returning to the emotive core.

Black Powder Magic(The Audition)

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Do you see what I see? 
Do you think the way  
I think? 
Do you feel what I feel? 
Opportunity 
to impunity 
discontinuity 
of our communities 
affinity to our  
true identity. 
Despite this 
Importunity 
Of disunity. 
Assuming “he” 
And his insanity. 
My blessed humanity 
Is greater than 
The incredulity. 
This is not duality. 
A mistake 
A misguided reference 
The belief in indifference, 
The Stoic distinction: 
Apathy verses indifference. 
The deliverance  
from our own innocence. 
To know 
I’m not supposed to know. 
“Just walk on by –  
wait on the corner. 
I love you 
But we’re strangers 
When we meet 
Just walk on by 
Wait on the corner.” 
I will not go  
silently into the night! 
How can I not 
know my own apathy 
while I feel this fright? 
If I live in the light 
I will see  
what’s not right. 
Please help me 
Understand when 
to run or fight. 
To stare into or 
look away from the light. 
The genocide  
Of my denial 
Is just love  
That’s being defiled 
By hate and beguiled. 
To look out from within. 
To speak of a world 
With no sin. 
To reach past time 
Not knowing  
Whence its crimes. 
Love all, serve all 
asked a gift of me 
And one I give 
that it be given me. 

*Si Babba 
*John Milton’s 1645 poem. On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity. 

The Stoic

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