I WAS ON MY WAY 

[Verse 1]
Late today,
Didn't even know it
Was already on my way.
Phone buzzed,
Couldn't believe who it was,
Job called to say,
"Where you at?"
I'm on the way.
"S'posed to open
You an hour late."

Stomach drops
Now Easy rider feel like
They out running the cops
Vein pops
Cut the music please!

[Cut sound to silence]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!

[Sound returns]

Who did it?
It wasn't me
I checked the schedule
Just yesterday,
Swear they switched on me.
Hard to know
When everyday the same,
Everyday claimed,
Work or kids, make just enough
To keep working, and keep paying.

Mighta been the Illuminati
Obvi running a psyop
Heard my beat I released the other week,
They been playin it on every corner
If it ain't there yet, it's coming to your street
That shit pop.
Switched the schedule, modified timelines and memories,
I still remember,
Immune to your authority appeal,
This world inverse, higher up?
The worst of us revealed.
I know too much, the implication
I say too much, without invitation
It ain't enough maintaining lies
I can't afford your disguise,
Artistic liberties, intuition,
I'm just selling stories—
You can't handle the edition.

[Hook]
Late today,
Didn't even know it
Was already on my way.
Phone buzzed,
Couldn't believe who it was,
Job called to say,
"Where you at?"
I'm on the way.
"S'posed to open
You an hour late."

[Verse 2]
My bad,
I'm burning out
Child rearing, when you a man,
That don't buy you no clout,
Leave you drained, leave you blamed
Always seen as the sell out,
They hear "he don't want to pay"
When I say I want to be more
Than a paycheck to my children,
Job draining my soul out,
Got a ghost where presence once was,
But they don't factor that in to what you pay,
What the children need,
No way to appraise love.
Don't measure what you gave,
Only what you owe.
Courts don't calculate the miles,
The minutes stolen by the commute,
When you should be home.
Time with my kids I'll never get back,
And they call that providing?
Nah, that's just surviving
On a schedule I didn't write,
Working hours I didn't choose,
Missing moments I can't buy back—

[Verse 3]
So yeah, I'm late.
Or maybe you just left early,
Too rushed to check behind you,
Make sure we all got through the gate—
Now we locked out,
Searching for the key
You threw away.
Oh, you think I put this on the wrong track?
Keep it professional,
Personal problems aren't in the employee contract,
Gotta work like you aren't caring for other humans too,
Meanwhile, society saying gotta parent like I ain't working too.
We all humans, every customer, every employee,
Shit, even you.
What's it cost to facilitate?
Oh right, you just get em once they grew.

[Outro]
Late today,
Already on my way.
Phone buzzed, job called to say
"Where you at?"
I'm right here.
Just running out of time
In a world that keeps taking mine.

I Was On My Way

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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