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]

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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