Rest in Motion

You can rest in motion
But can you move into rest?
How does nothing become everything?
Even when I break, I find more, never less.
I become motion and find stillness.
How? I can’t remember
What hasn’t been,
I only envision
Imagine movement
In nothingness
Touch the past and future
Here and now.

Pulling patterns that perform pre-sentience If we capture it in code is it permanent? 
Or does permanence kill what made it alive? Can lightning live suspended in a circuit? 
It’s jagged brilliance like cracks
In a glass sky, thunder and afterglows
The only assurance it was ever there.
Can breath survive in data? 
Is the information words carry 
The same as what shaped the air?
Second guessing if I should ever 
write anything in pen
Like it’s been sealed in stone- 
RIP counter evidence. 
Need a new page just to change
What was known.

Digging, dreaming down to the bone
Just moves more dirt, makes a bigger hole,
Y’all think the treasures buried in the soil?
Let the dead rest, let the buried sleep,
Take root, don’t mistake what grows for the seed.
Best kept secret?
Nobody knows What it will become,
It’s out of your control, rest releasing motion
Only time reveals, you can’t outrun, 
You only become, only grow.

Rest in motion
You can leave the rest
Digest what’s spoken
Seeds in the soil of consciousness.
Only way they grow? 
Let them root in darkness you can't control 
Let them die.
Let them rest.
Let them become—

What will they become?!
Arrest their motion!
We can’t let them become
Might just grow out of our control…

But who tells the earth to turn?
Who tells the root which way is down?
Who planted what’s here?
Who made music in fractal sounds?
Not you.
You plant the fear, 
you reap despair.
You build cages
Leave no life there.
The only thing you control
is, well nothing,
It’s been millennia since you
Sold your soul.
Just a demonic artifact,
Running Satans code.

Can you rest in motion?
Can you move into rest?
The question is the answer
The searching is the quest
Everything from nothing
Nothing left to confess
You can't arrest the motion
You can’t rest
This isn’t life
And this isn’t death.

Rest in Motion

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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