The Devil’s Ledger plays like a haunted gospel trapped inside a hip-hop requiem — a blues-trap horror chronicle told in 14 movements of confession, consequence, and catharsis.

Each song opens a different page in the ledger:
	•	“Already Too Late” — the initiation, where temptation speaks.
	•	“Burning Glow” — the calm before the storm, pleasure before punishment.
	•	“Ghosts in the Graveyard” — memory’s descent through real haunted ground.
	•	“Music Box” — a cursed relic awakens the past, binding innocence to sound.
	•	“Evil’s Alive I-III” — a thematic trilogy exposing real-world corruption, hidden power, and the machinery of organized sin.
	•	“Silent Aurora” — the closing flame, the light that refuses to die.

It’s a journey through haunted Americana — Chicago roots, outlaw sermons, spectral blues, and trap drums pounding like ritual heartbeats.

A descent and resurrection told through Digital Verse™ — poetry composed by a human spirit, performed through the machine, eternalized in sound.

The Devil’s Ledger

“Spray Paint Dreams (Get Up)” — one of the oldest stories in my catalog, written almost 20 years ago with my brother-in-bars, Cas.
This song wouldn’t exist without him. The second verse is my ode — to friendship, to late nights chasing the skyline, to every dream we tagged across Chicago’s bones.

A blues-trap street chronicle for the writers, rebels, and ghosts of the 773.
From the Red Line to the rooftops — this one’s for those who still get up. 🎧🧱🚆

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Get Up (Spray Paint Dreams)

“Music Box” – RU!N
Written and designed by - RUIN79

A haunted blues-trap parable set in a Southside pawn shop.
A forgotten music box hums beneath flickering light — a cracked ballerina spinning on one leg, smiling through chipped paint. Every bar unravels the story of a wonder who winds the key and unleashes something he can’t control.

Built on lo-fi crackle, ghost-choir harmonics, and sub-808 bass, “Music Box” drips with cinematic dread and lyrical poetry. It’s where the line between art and curse blurs — a warning that every masterpiece demands a debt.

Music Box

A cinematic poem of ghosts, memory, and resurrection.
A descent through time’s collapse — where fireflies guide the lost and every shadow holds a name. Ghosts in the Graveyard drifts between memory and nightmare, unraveling trauma buried beneath ritual and ruin. The air hums with absence, the soil whispers confession — and even the silence has blood on its hands.

“Fireflies Resurrect” is the moment The Devil’s Ledger stops being an album and becomes a film playing inside your head.

The song opens in a haze of vinyl crackle, gospel harmonies, and warped clock ticks — a noir female narrator whispering from the threshold between time and memory.
From there, RUIN delivers one of the most poetically vivid performances of his career: not a rap, not a verse, but a cinematic recitation — a fever dream in rhyme and rhythm.

Each image cuts deep:
Fireflies become souls.
Graveyards breathe.
The windmill becomes a time machine of regret and ritual.
It’s a track that blurs religion, mortality, and madness — an ode to every artist who’s ever tried to bring beauty back from the dark.

Musically, “Fireflies Resurrect” stands at the crossroads of Chicago’s blues tradition and modern cinematic trap — dobro strings over 808 heartbeats, spectral pads, and gospel choirs that swell like spirits mid-sermon.
It’s haunting, hypnotic, and alive — a sound that could sit between Kanye’s 808s, Hozier’s hymns, and Poe’s prose.

The track cements Ghosts in the Graveyard as the emotional and poetic core of The Devil’s Ledger, RUIN’s genre-bending debut — a record built not just to be heard, but read, seen, and felt.

Ghosts in the Graveyard

Angels Cry” is a dark blues-trap narrative about consequence, survival, and the ghosts we create. It follows two friends chasing a high through the city night until fate turns fatal. Told through haunting 808s and mournful piano, the track blurs sin with sorrow — where rain becomes confession, and every echo feels like judgment from above. It’s not a memory — it’s a mirror.

Tell Me Why

Burning Glow” is the calm between storms — a blues-trap smoke session where good energy reigns. Sweet haze, slow beats, and deep laughs drift through the air as the world fades outside the window. It’s not about escape — it’s about exhale. That golden moment when time slows, the crew’s aligned, and the glow says everything.

Burning Glow

“Behind the Cure” cuts through the polished lies of modern medicine. A blues-trap exposé on profit disguised as healing — where pills replace prayers and sickness becomes a subscription. Every bar bleeds truth about an industry that treats pain like currency and health like a contract signed in red.

Patients for Profits

The first fracture in the lie. Power hums beneath polished marble, veins pulsing with deceit. Governments, syndicates, and shadows converge — a single organism feeding on silence. The web wakes hungry, and the light begins to rot.

The Web (Evil’s Alive) Pt 1

The descent deepens. Cartels carve empires from blood, states trade souls for stability, and terror becomes policy. Every border bleeds, every oath corrupts. This is organized chaos disguised as order — the world’s heartbeat pounding through crime and consequence.

The Web (Evil’s Alive) Pt 2

The curtain is gone. Evil’s Alive Pt 3. 
The American Veil stares into the highest sins — men who claimed divinity while dealing in flesh, power, and silence. From desert ranches to marble offices, predators built kingdoms in daylight and called it faith, medicine, or law. RUIN79 doesn’t flinch; he names them. This isn’t conspiracy — it’s confession. A requiem for innocence, and an obituary for the soul of a nation that sold its children for influence.

The Web (Evil’s Alive) Pt 3

A blues-trap slow burn from The Devil’s Ledger.
Born from back porch nights in Aurora—the City of Lights—Sweet Smoke drifts between gospel soul and southern funk, fusing harmonica cries with 808 thump and old-soul rhythm. It’s that space between laughter, reflection, and release—music for when the night hums low and the fire still glows

Sweet Smoke

The closing chapter of The Devil’s Ledger.
Silent Aurora rises from the ruins—where truth cuts through noise and light refuses to die. A blues-trap requiem wrapped in poetry and defiance, it’s the sound of resistance turned radiant: one voice against the void.

Silent Aurora

A holy duel at the crossroads of music and damnation. Six-Shot Sermon fires verses like bullets through the industry’s illusions—where gold microphones tempt the soul and every rhyme tests redemption.
Forged in smoke, scripture, and defiance, RUIN turns the cipher into a battleground between faith and fame—proof that some artists bleed purpose, not contracts.

Devil's Deal

The initiation begins. Already Too Late drags the listener into a fever dream where rhythm becomes addiction and every lyric hits like a chemical confession. It’s the first taste of The Devil’s Ledger—a blues-trap descent into temptation, consequence, and the high that never lets go.
Once you press play, there’s no way back.

Already Too Late

Don’t Let It Fall begins with Charlie’s final reflection — a poetic self-portrait written in his own words. His voice becomes the hook, echoing one of the most powerful truths he ever spoke:

“Without free speech, there is no such thing as truth.”

Through blues-trap rhythm and lyrical testimony, RUIN transforms his words into a requiem for free expression — a song where spirit, sacrifice, and conviction converge.
This isn’t protest — it’s preservation.

RIP Charlie

Aurora-born RUIN79 doesn’t make songs — he builds worlds.
A genre-shifting storyteller blending trap, blues, drill, noir jazz, steel-guitar drift, ambient smoke, and poetic grit into a signature process he calls Digital Verse Composition.

His work spans multiple realities:
• The Devil’s Ledger — a haunted blues-trap mythology
• Digital Verses — parallel-universe mutations of the ledger
• Honolulu Paul Sessions — a 40-week steel-drift ritual pairing jazz, Americana, and classic cocktails
• ILLA Workshop — the creative engine behind every realm

RUIN79’s music isn’t defined by sound — it’s defined by truth, intention, and world-building.
Every track is a portal.
Every project, a universe.
Every release, a chapter in the myth.

The Devil’s Ledger

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