To Be Free

How many times have you just scratched your head and said "Let me get this straight" - I also released the acoustic and violin unplugged version for you to enjoy. 

Let Me Get This Straight 

Why does so much 
Not make sense? 
Why do so many 
Blindly defend?
Why do questions 
Get pressured to end?
Where are the reasons 
Things don’t mend?

Two opposing sides 
Are adamant they’re right 
At the same time 
The left is right 
The right is wrong 
Somehow in some way
Both sides are evil 
Singing the same song
(Curiosity dead)

Let me get this straight 
(Get this straight) 
Pinch me harder 
Am I awake?
In a Twilight Zone way
War is always the solution 
Did all our global leaders 
Flunk conflict resolution?
(Nah man!)

Let me get this straight 
‘Cause I wanna know 
What I’m missing 
Why progress is slow 
Why joining dots offends 
Their delicate show 
And how serving
Smells more like power tripping

So we are divine 
While biologically defined
Then a godless agenda 
Trapped with pronoun genders
Ask ‘em all, who we really are 
They act like rock stars 
Yet avoid the question 
Sell a bunch of um’s and r’s

Let me get this straight 
(Let me get this straight) 
Pinch me harder 
Am I awake?
Life is precious 
Is what they say
But when it starts 
They can’t name the day?

Let me get this straight 
‘Cause I wanna know 
What I’m missing 
Why progress is slow 
Why joining dots offends 
Their delicate show 
And how serving
Looks more like controlling

(Ooooooh!)
‘Cause I wanna know 
What I’m missing 
Why progress is slow 
Why joining dots offends 
Their delicate show 
And how serving
Looks more like controlling

I put a lot of things 
That sense don’t make 
On a ‘what the fuck’ shelf 
But the shelving breaks
Collapsing under the weight
Of my denial 
Of all the charades 
I could not get straight

Let me get this straight 
(Let me get this straight) 
Now this does take the cake! 
Decades of failed predictions
From the many gate keepers
Who disagree on causes
Of climate disasters

Let me get this straight 
‘Cause I wanna know 
What I’m missing 
Why progress is slow 
Why joining dots offends 
Their delicate show 
And how serving
Feels more like manipulating
Feels more like manipulating
Feels more like manipulating

As we do our research 
They mock that we try 
Insist we follow experts 
That are almighty wise 
And when they’re not 
And their advice harms 
They gaslight 
Flee out of sight 
Into the dark of night

Let me get this straight 
(Let me get this straight) 
The endless penny pinching 
Shocked me awake
They insist on blind trust for them
And distrust for us 
But we’re smart enough
To candidate elect? (Nah!)

Let me get this straight 
‘Cause I wanna know 
What I’m missing 
Why progress is slow 
Why joining dots offends 
Their delicate show 
And how serving
Smells more like power tripping 
Looks more like controlling 
Feels more like manipulating 
That’s so crooked, hey?!


Let Me Get This Straight

Sound of LTP

Enoch 10

MILF MIXING At Drugo Studios L.A. 

The dust remembers
The sun forgets
We drive on... into the kaleidoscope...

Jacaranda petals on the windshield smear
A purple blur, a fragrant, shifting gear
The tarmac breathes, a mirage in the heat
A silent pulse, a slow and steady beat
Baobabs stand like sentinels of time
Their ancient hearts in rhythm with the rhyme
Of a drum we feel, but never truly hear
Calling us forward, dissolving every fear.

Oh, Kaleidoscope Sun!
We run, beneath your fractured light
Until the day and night become one.
This Wapor trail, a neon scar
We're chasing sunsets in a moving car
In Africa, we are.

The city falls away, a grid of fading gold
A story in the rust, a thousand tales untold
We climb the Sani Pass, the air is thin and clear
The world below, a postcard from last year.
A herd of springbok, static in the grass
Then a sudden burst of motion as we pass
A fleeting frame of beauty, sharp and true
Etched on the retina, a memory made new.

Oh, Kaleidoscope Sun!
We run, beneath your fractured light
Until the day and night become one.
This Wapor trail, a neon scar
We're chasing sunsets in a moving car
In Africa, we are.

And in the silence of the Kalahari night
The stars don't twinkle, they just burn so bright.
We are so small, just whispers in the sand
Holding the universe in the palm of our hand.
This is the estro... the pull... the deep unknown
A frequency that vibrates in the bone.

The fire is embers...
The map is torn...
But the rhythm... the rhythm goes on...
Kaleidoscope...
Sun...
...We are home.

KALEIDOSCOPE SUN MILF

Cover: Primitive Radio Gods - "Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand"
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We had a blast making a couple covers. Here's one of our cover tracks of Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand by https://soundcloud.com/primitiveradiogods, via 1996. We have a couple other takes on this song that might be released... 
..if there is any interest in doing that. 
Did I mention?; it's free to dl this track above ^

Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand

💔 “Some love don’t end — it just echoes.”

Cut Me Off (R&B/Soul Trap) is a deep dive into toxic love, heartbreak, and the sound of letting go too late.

This track blends R&B soul melodies with trap 808s, haunting reverb, and smooth autotune layers to create a cinematic late-night vibe.

Terrell’s AI × King Sims trade verses soaked in emotion — raw vocals, pain in every line, and harmonies that bleed honesty.

🎙️ Genre: R&B / Soul Trap / Emotional Ballad
🎧 Mood: Late-night drive, heartbreak, reflection
🕓 BPM: 82

🔁 If this one hit you in your chest, drop a ❤️ in the comments.
🔊 Play it loud — 2AM feels required.

#TerrellsAI #KingSims #RNBTrap #SoulTrap #HeartbreakMusic #PainIsArt #TrapSoulVibes #DarkRNB #LateNightDrive #EmotionalBeats #SoundCloudRising #RnB2025 #CutMeOff

Cut Me Off feet. King SIms

And she said see why can't you get out and walk these streets like me because a man know better to walk up or pull up on me I get to knock his head off for free got caught with his pants down that's an undercover brother Dead now instead of all for me a ride he tried to play me like a whore so is Mom's got a cry now see there's the difference between me and you woman you like Dora the explorer you keep your pimp boots next to you whats understood and got to be explained he shouldnt offer me sex I thought I told you shorty hard times don't last I'll be right back or should I leave you in the past 👀

Knowledge Is Free.wav

Chained to Your Lies

YOUR MY CURSE

I create music as a hobby and as a therapy and provide workshops for others to do that too, using AI to help produce tracks. I also create empowerment systems to help people at scale increase their confidence and resilience by engaging their adaptive nature and work towards living a purposeful life. While all my song lyrics are written by me, and some tracks come from my personal compositions including instrumentals that I add lyrics to, I use AI to merge these with songs I share with you here. It really makes you realise how important your own words are in a song. And if you had not noticed from many of my tracks, my favourite Artist is Prince - I was fortunate enough to have spend time with him on stage in 2003 singing Get Wild, while he stood beside me.

Let Me Get This Straight

George V Musing