jaytoanti - secret ways (prod.1eworld)

Stay Awake is a raw, unfiltered look at modern survival through the eyes of an exhausted parent who's been up for three days straight. Over haunting production that shifts from minimal trap to orchestral intensity, the track dismantles the glorification of corruption and "hustle culture," revealing it as expensive escapism rather than strength. 

With a soulful female hook contrasting hard-hitting verses, the song calls out how the system benefits when people mistake numbness for toughness and avoidance for rebellion. We know the games rigged; this is an expose of how even the supposed resistance has been weaponized against us.

The real power lies in its central message: true courage is staying present and awake while the world chooses to sleep. This is conscious rap that doesn't preach but simply tells the truth about what it costs to stay human in an inhuman system. Human Lyrics. Beats and production with AI.

Stay Awake[Explicit]

Wish these words were just echoes Of real conversations, Journal entries I fondly recall— Lived revelations. I write and I write, til it Reads like déjà vu, But this the first time I'm hearing it— Not really sure Who's speaking to who.

I compose verses like prayers, Petitions, the repetitions like a ritual Might replace what never was, make a memory out of hot air, Might just feel real enough to fill The space you left where words were Meant to be.

People leave so much silence Between each other, Bodies 
sprawled across the battlefield, Too many of our wounded, We leave less than we were, Neither side refused to yield, Only retreated to rebuild, But if it's lost it can only be recovered,
The wounded can only be healed,
No one can replace another. We leave the scene like a graveyard, We learn to abandon ourselves When overpowered—only means of surviving.

Others build an invisible wall, Bricks baked in rage and hate, Mortar of omissions, Can't see out, built too tall. Or maybe it was always there, Just never got close enough To even care... So much thought, so much felt, Every heartbeat like a finger on a key— A typewriter typing Scrolls stored on shelves No one will ever read. Waiting to be received, Stale air intercedes better than a vacuum left By words that can't be summoned, Can't be heard, won't be believed.

We all hold more secrets Than the Vatican archives, Language lives in our DNA, From day one they've tried To bar the doors, turn our nature From a key into a cage, Condition us to hide, To fear what we feel inside, Rather stop looking than Reject our very essence, Our true life, Once, twice, thrice— Eternally, So we compromise.

I don't measure relationships in time— Sometimes more time Just leaves more space, More days, more choices To feel we've drifted far away. Like we just met once but speaking freely Might make us closer than A lifetime of just being near me, But never hearing me, Not speaking from your own voice.

Like how I don't really Know my father, or my mother Even though I see them Damn near every week. We can't really see, can't conceive What we can't speak. Can't always speak what we mean, Don't always mean what we speak, Sometimes we mistake maps For the terrain, without taking a step, Claim we're at the highest peak.

Just another shortcut On easy street. No effort at all, Already feel like you know me.

I have so many conversations With my imagination, Holding spaces for the pages We numbered, dated, and left blank. Only difference between you and me— I know when I'm speaking To my fabrications, I leave room for your reality. The show must go on they say, But know, I'm still waiting, Still listening, for the words You speak, when you're ready— Go ahead, just don't speak for me.

Picture that, grown man still wondering If his parents really loved him Or only loved what they thought of him Until he failed to become that. Wondering if anyone That ever said they loved him, Only loved him when he became Everything they lacked. Hard to know, I would ask them, But can't find them, They didn't stick around— Where they at?

Words and worlds might meet when we Treat them with reverence, Speak them with wisdom and know The word is not the thing,
Words require severance ,
between what is thought and what is felt, The phrase is not the full expression, Words are not what they mean— They're more like a suggestion
Of where to look, where to find
A place to meet somewhere in between.

But instead y'all keep reading
Behavior, polls, deviations,
Like statistics must be more real
Than the people creating them.
Tell me, do you feel it
When I say "Dilaudid"?
Does that word hit different
Than when it hits the bloodstream?
Stop reducing me to data points—
I'm not a number, not a name,
And pain ain't ever been the same.

The way you’ve butchered words,
Means a stagnant silence  only way to stay safe,
Frozen, decaying
Nothing left to say.

Echoes

We always speaking… What are we spelling with our words?
We always growing… What we growing towards?
We always moving… But what's keeping us in motion?
Times keep on changing… But is this really evolution?

I hear them say, "People need something to believe in." Agreed. So let them. Don't steal their faith— Mostly need you not to intercede. You ain't helping, just deceiving.
Like, we might believe you, But you gotta believe us
When we tell you how we feel, What we think, gotta trust us
If you want our trust. Reciprocity really a core lesson, Your contempt getting in the way Of connection.
Now you always knowing Exactly what's happened, where it's going, But you didn’t question that, you gave the order, made the map, 
Made a photocopy and said
This is where we will be at.

We always feeding… But what are we really eating? We always watching… But what are we really seeing?
You always speaking… But who you speaking to? You always moving… What you running from?
Ain’t it strange you own the world,
And are more a prisoner than anyone?

I hear you say people are just this, The world is just like that. But when's the last time you tried on their shoes?or circled back?
I heard you collecting different views Like different pairs of glasses, Higher tint, different hues, Same perspective confirming what you knew.
That's not how I see it though— You seeing like me? Doesn't matter the contrast, wavelengths You filter, you still seeing just like you As you imagine I might be.

I been watching, listening, Questioning—what is this place? We so entrenched in the system, It become a symptom to question Who we are, why we breathe Like questioning the air.
But if you dare, sit with that— Maybe we chose to be here. I don't know, does it matter? Is it something we can prove? Is it something we can face?
Sit back down, not your turn
Still my move.

Can't tell if you're growing… Or just moving numbers, Stealing don't build and shape— It atrophies and incites anger in others.
Only thing changing is the facade… But is it really evolution Just because you say you are gods?
Plants stretch towards sunlight, Animals gather around water, Where we be running? Hustle, hustle hard.
We got the right instinct, But missed the nurture. Running, running, running— Gotta win the race, or else
This ain’t living, this is horror.

Don't know where we going, Don't know why we racing, You know how I know? Even when you get it, You backtrack, regress,
Can’t face it, still on the same race track.
People racing to red lights all the time, Such urgency, it's unnerving— We all losing time, counting down the clock. What's so important for you swerving?
Literally what you know I don't? I ain't risking no one's life Trying to stay ahead in a loop, This endless road.

Rest let us reflect, Enjoy the view and plan The next path to pursue.
Naw, so here we are, Here I am, talking to… A projection, an introjection I imagine might be something like me, Something like you.
Walking through the many questions Life asks without words, I'm translating language through Its questions. Universe like to keep me guessing…
And so do you.

Questions

My music is a visceral anthem of rebellion against corruption, in a landscape where authenticity is often performed and truth is sanitized, I mine some of the darkest corners of modern existence to extract pure, unfiltered reality. My catalog reads like a manifesto for the sleepless, the struggling, and the systemically forgotten.

From "Harvest" to "Stay Awake," these tracks dissect the machinery of control with surgical precision. I’m recording autopsies of a dying system from the perspective of someone who's lived inside its grinding gears. Where others see hustle culture and rebellion, I reveal expensive escapism and manufactured compliance.

My process mirrors my message: no shortcuts, no sacrifice of truth to make it more palatable, just raw human experience translated into rhythm and rhyme. Writing often happens in those liminal spaces—three days without sleep, caring for a sick child, watching the world burn while trying to keep your own corner of it safe. These are survival reports from the front lines of late-stage capitalism, often based on my actual lived reality.

My inspiration draws from a unique vantage point: educated enough to see the patterns, struggling enough to feel the weight, parent enough to know what's at stake. Real power isn’t in winning the game, it’s in refusing to mistake the game for reality.

This is hip-hop as consciousness raising, beat-making as resistance, and storytelling as survival. In a world that profits from keeping people asleep, they've made staying awake their superpower. Inspired by artists like MF Doom, Notorious BIG, Cal Scruby, V1V1D, Lupe Fiasco, Common, B.O.B., 99 Neighbors, Glass Animals, Matt Maeson, Classic Rock and Alternative Rock.

Real strength is staying present while the whole world runs away.

Questions

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