A PawPaw Rod EP

PawPaw Rod - Glass House [GODMODE]

WUTD + Vultures

WUTD

Wit' Da Team

Wake Up

peppermint

[Verse 1]
I watch the thoughts spin threads in air,
Little narratives pretending they care.
They rise like sparks, they fall like dust—
I see them float but they don't earn trust.
The mind makes movies out of what I feel,
Shrinks the moment down, calls it real.
But when I breathe into the body’s flow,
The stories fade, they lose their glow.
I'm wider than the tale that tries to claim me,
A steady space the mind can't frame me.
I let the noise dissolve, unwind—
I’m not the echo, I’m what's behind.

[Pre-Chorus]
Any story that I tell myself's a lie,
Not shame—just the truth that thoughts oversimplify.
Reality is spacious, the mind is small;
I leave the narration, I feel it all.

[Chorus]
I don’t believe every thought I think;
I watch them rise, I watch them sink.
I don’t fold inside the mind’s vibration—
I rest in something deeper: liberation.
Awareness opens wide and clear,
I'm not the story—I’m what’s here.
I meet each thought softly, let it pass;
I’m larger than the mind’s looking glass.

[Verse 2]
Sagan said to bake a pie from scratch,
You’d have to build the universe to match.
So every thought’s a fragment, never whole—
A sliver of a much more endless soul.
I notice each idea when it appears,
But I don’t crawl inside its gears.
The body anchors, breath realigns,
The noise gets quiet, the truth refines.
No more reacting from the narrow frame—
I show up present, not the same.
Thoughts keep forming, that’s their role,
But I choose the space, I own the whole.

[Bridge]
Thoughts will come, stories will form—
The mind is just performing its norm.
But I don’t take them as the final view;
They’re passing clouds in a sky that’s true.

[Final Chorus]
I don’t believe every thought I think;
I watch them rise, I watch them sink.
I rest beyond the inner narration—
A steady, grounded liberation.
Reality is kinder than the tale it replaces;
I breathe into presence—open spaces.

[Outro]
Let them go… let them pass…
I’m the space beyond the glass.

Larger Than the Mind

“Seneca Village," a musical set in 1855 that dramatizes the story of a 19th-century settlement in what is now Central Park. This community, established in 1825, was home to approximately 300 residents, including 200 free African Americans and 100 Irish immigrants, living together harmoniously. 

©2025 Frank Cuthbert, Michael Moroney

Ballad Of Andrew Williams

Faded Glow

For Keeps

Wit' Da Team

Genesis Owusu