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Some lyrics of mine

Song
Hey you – Got a buck? Hey you – What's up with you? Why are you acting so shifty? You think this isn't your business? You think it doesn't concern you? Wait, I'll explain it to you now. Hunger is gnawing a hole in my stomach. But eating alone isn't enough. I also have torn clothes. My shoes are patched, my burden is so heavy. Come on now, hand over your cash. Share your coin with me. After all, I spoke to you and didn't beat you up, but I'm addressing you with clear words.

In other places, you too will be a beggar like me. Just think of that when you share your money with me. What you took from someone else, someone else should also receive. It's not for nothing that one has nothing left for oneself in this world. Finally, all that matters is wealth: money. It is no friend, because if you spend it, it's gone, it's out of the house forever. None of it returns, everything is lost. May the hardship of all of us thus reach your ears.

Refrain

Be assured, this is no scam, no, it is bitter reality, it is all too late, even the solidarity part. What we have is nothing, what we can do is worthless. People would prefer not to know us. They would gladly abolish us or get rid of us. Truly, every simpleton understands that. Destroying someone else's life wouldn't be so captivating. We gave everything for you, now you leave us alone.

Refrain

Everyone should look after themselves, that's true, it's right and clear. But the fates of this life are strange. What one has and another needs, what one smokes in the pipe, what appears unvarnished, misery has never united. Only the masters flock together, happily form better rights for their own kind in community, and make us their servants. They strike us, hunt us, plague us, yet they lived off us.

Refrain

Whatever masters you may be, I hope you forgive, I want to share with you. I give you some of my distress, now you don't want to rush away. I give it to you, you may let it be, gladly in return. It is no pain, you only have to be something yourselves already. He who has everything would lack nothing if he distributed some of it. What one gives away should bring him some glory. We say thank you with gratitude and hope to please. Above all, we want to speak with you, without slurring. We need no schnapps and no wine. The beer and being together suffice for us.

Refrain

The Beggar's Rap

NOW // PATTERNS RUNNING THE CENTURY

personal HARMA diagnostic of patterns

This album is not theory.
It’s observation.

It maps the patterns shaping life in the 21st century —
burnout, false motivation, identity scripts, broken time, constant acceleration —
and shows how ancient structural errors are repeating in modern form.

No spirituality.
No ideology.
No escape fantasy.

Just a clear diagnosis of:

misaligned ascent

attention economies

information without transformation

time systems that ignore human rhythm

identities run as scripts instead of choices

This is not about blaming people.
It’s about understanding systems.

Nothing here claims absolute truth.
This is simply how these patterns make sense to me, translated into sound.

If it helps you see more clearly, use it.
If not, let it pass.

The exit isn’t rebellion.
It’s alignment.

🔥 TRACK 9 — THIS IS THE EXIT (FINAL)

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