Rain Pain by smokethatdank

I really need it (uh), I really mean it, (uh)
I know you don't mean it (uh)
Just can't really see it.
I can't show you (uh), I can just repeat it (uh),
I really need it…

Like your lungs need air,
Like your young need care,
Like truth need to dare
Else it all might just disappear,

This shit unbelievable,
If I can speak it, then you hearing what it IS NOT
Think Buddhist speaking of the unspeakable.
The moment I name it, you lost it—
But what if I could show you what words can't?
Something like...

[Just breathe, a few deep inhale exhales]

See? That right there—
Can't put that in a verse,
Can't bottle that and sell it,
Can't write it down and rehearse.

Sometimes it's better not to speak,
Better not to seek it—
The moment you conceive it,
Already lost it, off the scent,
Never had it, been hallucinating
What you swore you really needed.

Like the plants need water,
Like harder need softer,
Everything just feel the same
When ain't no space between 
The ask and the offer.
Ain’t everything just a frequency?
We reading vibrations, gyrations, dimensional rifts, symphonies, 
harmonies, with a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of motion we call air, 
making sound somehow appear.

Hard to say it, 
like language barrier can't quite cross over
To the space where living sound more like:

[Powerful non lyrical vocal and hums]

Leave me speechless...
Leave US speechless...
This what we been reaching for—
Not the words ABOUT it,
But the thing itself, the source,
The reason music existed 
Before anyone kept score.

You feel that?
That right there—
That's what I been trying to say
This whole time.
Not the pointing finger,
But the moon it's pointing at,
Not the menu,
But the meal,
Not the theory,
But what's real.

Something like:

Callback

Levitated.wav

Talk too much

I See You

Retribution waits in silence.
The grieving cop, now older, comes to identify the murder weapon in storage.
He recognizes the gun and breaks protocol, taking it home.
The 9mm feels his pain — the same vibrations of rage it’s always known.
Their destinies intertwine: the cop learns the killer is still alive, locked in a county cell.
He decides to end it himself.

EVIDENCE ROOM

Deadweight

Captions vs. Commitment

Running metrics on memory, block currency,  
Clipped loyalty, all my partners turn insurgency.  
Spin the burden, word surgeon with the urgency,  
Heart cold as the verdict, still I swerve through the serpentry.  

Corner conversations, coded wisdom in the afterglow,  
Dreams auctioned, every offer’s just collateral.  
Lost hope drippin’ from the faucet to the battle mode—  
Bars carry scars, 40 acres in the gravel road.  

Stacked pain, traded lies for redemption rates,  
Pressure keeps the vision but the wisdom renovates.  
Wounds never dormant, still they profit off the rental space,  
Plugged to the struggle like the wire in the interface.

Parables From Pain

ALWAYS WRITTEN BY JOHN TRUGLIA AND THE SHADOWS 

GHOSTED KINGS  IRREVOCABLE AS HEIR

A quiet, suffocating alternative rap track about the moment you come up for air but still don’t feel like you’re allowed to breathe. This song captures the tension between survival and permission—the way men learn to hold their breath emotionally, even when nothing is holding them down anymore. It’s the sound of your lungs fighting a rule you never agreed to.

BREATHING LIKE YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO

Conscious rap artist bearing witness to systemic horrors with unfiltered bars—AI-produced beats, human truths from the trenches of corruption and control.

I’m Inspirited In Sight: researcher, gemologist, storyteller, and independent hip-hop creator exploring consciousness transformation. 

My lyrics validate what you’re seeing: the horror is real, your exhaustion rational, your rage appropriate. 

You’re not crazy for struggling in a broken system; you’re not alone in spotting the patterns. 

This isn’t quick-fix empowerment—it’s witnessing the machinery of manufactured compliance, dissecting power structures for the sleepless, struggling, and systemically forgotten. 

Validation before action, because clarity starts with knowing your perception is valid.

Process: Observe realities mainstream ignores, craft every word and concept myself, leverage AI for production and rapid independent drops. No gatekeepers, just consistent creation from lived experience and an aware, parent’s perspective fighting for depth amid chaos.

Mission: Hip-hop as consciousness-raising resistance—beats that awaken, narratives that affirm independent voices in a world profiting from sleepwalking. 

Staying present and awake is our superpower.

Influences: MF Doom’s cryptic layers, Lupe Fiasco’s systemic depth, Common’s grounded soul, plus edges from Cal Scruby, V1V1D, B.O.B., 99 Neighbors, Glass Animals, Matt Maeson, Notorious BIG, classic rock, and alternative rock.
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