Recovery

Human Lyrics. Human Message. Delivered With AI Assisted Beats and Production. When they dealing drugs on digital screens, what else you call it when success is measured in dopamine?
Real talk about fake intelligence.
Not your typical conscious rap - this one hits different. Note: Explicit Language and Content.

Human Agentic Agency (Explicit)

"Counter Curses" is a hypnotic blend of spiritual resistance and street philosophy, weaving together sung melodies and sharp rap verses to expose how power structures colonize everything from sacred lands to psychedelic experiences. The track uses the concept of literal spellwork - counting and reversing curses through rhythm and wordplay - while contrasting cosmic truths with corporate greed. Bright, catchy melodies deliver dark truths about systemic oppression, creating a subversive earworm that functions as both prophecy and protest anthem.

Counting Curses (Take 2)[Explicit]

"Dark Magic" is an intense exploration of addiction to power and wealth that consumes those who pursue it. The track uses occult imagery to describe how the relentless pursuit of "more" - whether money, control, or dominance - becomes a destructive force that erases identity and humanity.

The song presents power as a literal addiction where "you'll forget who you was" and depicts those consumed by it as "empty villains" who feel nothing beyond winning and losing. The piece escalates to a dramatic execution scene, suggesting that those who play these power games ultimately become victims of the very systems they helped create.

The dark magic metaphor captures how the pursuit of absolute control corrupts completely, turning people into hollow shells driven only by insatiable greed, unable to sleep or find satisfaction no matter how much they acquire.

Dark Magic[Explicit]

A second take of the track “The Real Flex (Sober)” 9 years clean and still finding my voice. AI-produced beats meet raw human truth about addiction, recovery, and what real strength looks like. No romanticizing, no preaching - just honest bars about the hardest thing I've ever done: learning to live defenseless.
The machines can make the music, but they can't live the story.

The Real Flex(Sober) Version 2 [Explicit]

A raw, introspective track exploring the psychology of broken promises and cycles of self-destruction. The song confronts both personal addiction and systemic exploitation, asking piercing questions about how we treat our own declarations and the difference between those trapped in cycles versus those who steal from genuine creators.
Moving from vulnerable self-examination through direct confrontation to spiritual awakening, "The Last Time" captures the moment between despair and empowerment. The recurring hook challenges listeners to examine where they place their emotions in a world that seems indifferent to human feelings, while exposing how society medicates pain instead of addressing its roots.
With its haunting production and contemplative flow, the track serves as both personal confession and social commentary, ultimately suggesting that true innovation and spiritual awakening remain "too dangerous" for minds trapped in repetitive patterns of exploitation and counterfeit living.
 Fully Human-authored Lyrics. Sound and vocals AI generated.

The Last Time[Explicit]

This deeply personal addiction recovery narrative unfolds like a modern spiritual confession, moving from the depths of substance-induced dissolution to the clarity of sobriety. The artist opens with philosophical defiance—"absence isn't something you can have"—before descending into visceral imagery of rock bottom: bathroom stall confessions, Dante's circles, and the liminal space between consciousness and oblivion.
The piece captures the disorienting nature of addiction through fragmented time perception and the recurring theme of death and resurrection. "I think I'm already dead" becomes a haunting refrain that shifts into "coming to" and eventually choosing "who I intend to be."
The transformation from destructive fire to creative fuel—"that wildfire finally got a place to keep burning"—leads to the beautiful drought/rainfall metaphor that closes the track. Rather than preaching recovery, the artist questions whether the source of change matters as much as the growth it enables.
Sonically, the jazz-influenced production mirrors the emotional journey—intimate, spacious, and allowing the weight of each revelation to breathe. The live instrumentation grounds the philosophical abstractions in human warmth, making this both an intensely personal confession and universal meditation on transformation, choice, and renewal.

Dangerous Territory[Explicit]

This track captures the moment of spiritual and intellectual awakening - that shift when you rise above the noise and suddenly see the whole corrupt system with crystal clarity. The artist describes "swimming in sound" and getting "lifted" to a higher frequency where timelines shift and truth becomes visible. From this elevated perspective, they witness the "sinless" - those who claim innocence while perpetuating harm, becoming famous without substance, poisoned by their own power like lead-sweetened wine in ancient Rome. 

The piece builds from ethereal observation to prophetic declaration, using the metaphor of ascending to "high altitudes" where the air grows thin, breath becomes shallow, and you're forced into revelatory silence. From this vantage point, the mechanical nature of control becomes visible - the gears straining, the puppet strings, the gap between what's said and what's meant. 

The circular structure returns to being "lifted" but now transformed - looking down at foundations that were "grifted" rather than built, held in place by those who never questioned why reality itself seems to be drifting. It's a meditation on consciousness elevation as both spiritual practice and necessary survival skill in a world of manufactured illusions.
Human lyrics, ai generated sounds.

Get Lifted

We all modern magicians, 
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turn a fiction into nonfiction. 
Got it before we had it, 
Felt like magic, and I got so many wishes…

Everybody so used to putting it on plastic
Paying with digital wallets, 
Click- click, tap—just like magic
Here you go, it ‘s yours, have at it!
Ahhhh
Mmm it’s so sweet, discreet,
smooth, sophisticated,
Paper and coin held a little more presence,
Now the value has been completely  eviscerated.
No longer feel the weight 
of their transactions,
Weightless, pure abstractions—
But feel the space, of their future 
Already measured, their life fractioned.
It feel so hollow, I feel so compelled to fill it
Nature abhors a vacuum, 
And every purchase,
It holds more of my spirit, 
long as it don’t exceed your limit.

Watch this, we all modern magicians,
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turn a fiction into nonfiction.
Conjuring up whatever we want
And how we want it—
so much
they give us grand visions every season, every year, every holiday
Theres always a promise and a reason 
Immediately broken, treason 
But we ain’t leaving til we got
What we came for, 
They say it’s in the new upgrade,
Just a few hundred dollars more…

We all modern magicians, 
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turn a fiction into nonfiction. 
Got it before we had it, 
Felt like magic
til the curse was clear.

When money becomes the mediator
Of meaning, what’s it mean to me?
How much they cost you? What’s the resell? 
How many units of life does that be?
How many heart beats did it cost, will it cost
To buy the things you want, or basic dignity?
How you measure children? Friends? Partners? Your elders? You get good returns? They high value? 
They a poor investment? 
What’s it take to earn 
Value when you ain’t making 
only taking money? 
Hard to measure 
what makes life worth living, 
like using only sweetness 
to indicate the value of honey.  

In one move, one impulse,
can make a year disappear,
Got it before we had it,
Felt like magic, til the curse was clear.
Everyday already been sold,
Working to the bone, nothing to show
Interest accruing, end getting farther 
not near. 
Woulda never set foot on that escalator, was out of order when I stepped on, 
now it’s running in reverse, 
faster and faster, it just keep going.
I don’t know where all the times gone,
Or if I’ll ever make it 
up to that platform.

We were modern magicians, 
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turned our lives into fiction. 
Now the curse is clear, 
Now the curse is clear.
But this ain’t natural,
This ain’t life.

Ain’t bound by the laws of men,
Not when they violate
The laws of what’s always been.
No! Not what’s always been in your speck of existence, I’m talking billions of years
That’s one hell of a precedent
The conviction is clear…
Except you said
 to hell with it.
the history is irrelevant,
Get with the times,
We all demons here—

“Ey yo, Time’s up! 
We gotta cut it there today!
I’ll send you the recording later today…
I’ll charge the session to the card on file…
That ok bro?”

Plastic

Sick world… sick people…
Medicine... When's the last time you felt well? I ain't talking bulldozed, hyped up, numbed out Micro dosing, hocus pocus, manic focus, short-term psychosis I'm talking clear and well.

Medicine is healing art It ain't just feeling good, going up It's growing in, it's knowing peace Living like life is finally the real deal now Medicine is healing art Not just temporary relief Real medicine makes you whole Not just numb to the grief

I hear so many rappers like they all broke their legs All of them use the same crutch in their bars to walk on stage Always talking 'bout popping pills, mixing lean, being rock stars I can make a killer mix, better than your bag of tricks Random number generator? Nah, random drug simulator Anybody taking substances knows your lines ain't got no substance Else you ain't be alive to rhyme, let alone speak sentences Like popped some Ritalin, took a handful rainbow pills Sniffing snow like it's the winter and you tracking a new fur coat While you trip into a K-hole, eat some Lucy, have a Xanax dream Dawg, are you fucking serious? You even know the difference between Benadryl and Benzedrine?

Medicine is healing art It ain't just feeling good, going up It's growing in, it's knowing peace Living like life is finally the real deal now Medicine is healing art Not just temporary relief Real medicine makes you whole Not just numb to the grief

Hold up, hold up, let me try— New age pharmacist, proceed at your own risk Asterisk: not recommended, not even as a fantasy or wish I don't condone, but it's on the table, so we talking chemicals Let's see if it kicks—got the master plan laid out, paid out Keep it moving, mind the gas, this ain't how I'm getting high It's just how I'm getting past the day when nothing meant a fucking thing Shit—which pill had the ecstasy, which one the ketamine? Fuck it. (gulp)

Real life, can't know what it's like if you always drinking But like, it's just Bud Light, ain't that heavy, right? A few tokes, quarter milligram of a benzo Lisdexamphetamine, Ritalin, or street speed when the pharmacy running lean Don't really matter—fell into a K-hole Flicking through dimensions like they channels on the TV Been here for hours or years? Gravity finally found me On a couch, sitting upright, wondering how I got there Good God almighty, how you come back from that ever the same again? Stood up, threw up, still drunk—never again Until I hit the bowl, killed the nausea Think I might just feel good enough to do it all again!

Living daily like a loop, ain't really nothing change Notice how we all go to the same place Say the same things to the same people But too busy, too dazed to care That ain't really getting lifted, it ain't freedom It ain't whole, it ain't your health It's just a substitute where the soul supposed to go

Medicine is healing art It ain't just feeling good, going up It's growing in, it's knowing peace Living like life is finally the real deal now

Medicine[Explicit]

What do it cost? What did we gain? 
What have we lost? You got 15 seconds— Make it hit hard. What you saying...? Already feeling lost, don’t say it again…

Wish you could remember 
What you forgot. 
Shit, a self-evident desire, 
An unavoidable paradox— 
What we most need to know, 
Need to recall, only 
Becomes obvious once it's 
Been lost.
Maybe that’s just learning, 
Not a tragedy or failure,
Just finding the borders 
Of you as a person.
Then why it feel like shame?
Building tolerance for the same mistake.

Like— I can't remember 
Why I'm not supposed to drink 
This liquid courage 
When you dare me to tell you 
Exactly what I think. 
So I poured and I gulped, 
I filled with fire and I spoke:
"I think you are a coward. 
I think every time it gets hard, 
You run away. 
I think you trade real power 
For a feeling  of power, 
Possessed by a spirit
That diminishes and quickly fades.
It ain’t a sane trade,
Interdependence for independence
Dependent on chemicals. 
Ain't no substance without 
A substance running through your brain. 
I think you forgot what you was 
Before you reached the top shelf 
And said 'fuck it'—because 
Where else was there to go? 
Can't outrun yourself, 
Only sedate and erase What you know."

I remember why I don't drink—
 I just looked who I’m talking to: 
Hazy, mind lazy, moving slow, 
Spirits eating at my soul, 
Talking to a mirror, 
Pretend it don't make me feel 
Less alone.

What do it cost? 
What did we gain? 
What have we lost? 
You got 15 seconds— 
Make it hit hard. What you saying...? Already feeling lost.
Yo, here, let’s split a bar…

Damn. How that feel? 
I mean, is this real? 
Like really real? 
Ain't touched a drop in over nine years, 
Summoned in these lines
No hesitation,
Still remember how it feel 
To be living like there ain't nothing here,
No plot— 
Only knowing how to press "go"
'Cause couldn't find 
The button labeled "stop."
Was it ever there? I don’t know.

How you living now? 
I forgot. Just playing— 
I'm living well even in this living hell, 
Found what was missing 
Somewhere where the bottom 
Became rock.
Stopped digging, 
Stopped running, 
Let the dirt bury me, felt its weight, 
Couldn't breathe, became lost— 
Discovered I was a seed when 
I stopped struggling, 
Shattered, sprouting roots, 
A sapling, a single leaf, deep roots,
Developing a taste for truth.

A different kind of freedom when 
You growing up, rather than pretending Hidden treasures could be found to replace What it means to become me.

What do it cost? What did we gain? 
What have we lost? You got 15 seconds— Make it hit hard. What you saying...? Already feeling lost. Always lost…

Lost, lost can be found. 
You already arrived? 
Then you stuck, you're bound.
They want you certain, 
Absolutely fucking sure— 
Plant you in concrete, 
Call it foundation, 
Wonder why nothing 
Ever takes root no more.
But I learned something 
When I was buried alive— 
Seeds don't ask permission 
To break through. 
Don't need certainty, 
Just need some silence, 
Just need some space, 
Just need some faith,
That if they rise the sun will rise
To meet them. To greet them, to feed them.
As it surely does. 
Don’t let them bury you,
You ain’t their sacrificial dove.

Fuck their totalitarianism— 
Ain't efficient, it's dead, 
It's a stalemate, 
Controlled decay
Pure evil infecting their heads.
They selling certainty 
Like it's salvation, 
But salvation's in the question, 
In the crack in the pavement, 
In the conversation 
Trying to find 
Your way back
Or an explanation.
One world ruler,
It's pride, it's arrogance, 
It's the only true sin— 
Not the falling, Not the failing, 
Not the getting lost— 
But refusing to be planted, 
Refusing to be broken, 
Refusing to begin.

Because if you perfect, 
What's there to be forgiven? 
If you certain, 
What's there to question?
If you can't be lost, 
How you ever gonna be found? 
If you can't be buried, 
How you ever gonna sprout?

What it Cost?[Explicit]

"What's the price of never feeling the weight of being here?"—is the thesis statement. Addiction promises escape from the unbearable weight of existence, but the cost is existence itself. You get to stop feeling the pain, but you also stop feeling anything real.
This track will resonate with anyone who's ever used anything—substances, work, relationships, screens, achievement—to avoid being fully present in their own life. Because that's what addiction really is: a time machine that promises to take you somewhere better but only ever robs you of now.

The Price [Explicit]

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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