You Are Mine (Extended Mix)

In my head (Feat. $ilas)

Selective Outrage

Back to Where I’m From

pale moonlight

Lyrics:
Empty days—I softly watch the clock;
Each second velvet-smooth, yet heavy as a rock.
I drift through life with neither aim nor lore;
All flat and colorless—I’m reaching out for more.

With every step the road slips from my feet;
The shadows whisper; I can’t find the light I seek.
Where hides the sense of this forsaken span?
I hunt a compass—yet I cannot find a plan.

Lost within time, I long to be set free,
For one clear answer cutting through my misery.
Perhaps the way lies deep within my chest—
A hidden path where hope is softly pressed.
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Everyone speeds forward on a chosen track;
I stand with questions pressing hard upon my back.
What grants true meaning to this hollow span?
The silence in me beats me where I stand.

“They say joy lives in you alone,” I hear;
Yet my inner voice is fragile, thin and sheer.
That silence swells to sirens, sharp with dread—
Will I escape this want that begs for bread?

Lost within time, I long to be set free,
For one clear answer cutting through my misery.
Perhaps the way lies deep within my chest—
A hidden path where hope is softly pressed.
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Perhaps I’ll find my solace in one tender care—
A whispering of light, miraculous and rare.

Life feels empty now—but not eternally;
Somewhere within, a quiet song awakens me.

Lost Within Time

Risky

Dark Country Boom Bap

Yeah… shadows creepin’ in the heartland
From the mosques to the malls, they plantin’ flags in our sand
Radical whispers turnin’ to roars
Time to wake up, America – this ain’t your daddy’s war.[Hook]
Rise of the crescent blade, cuttin’ through the stars and stripes
From the cities to the plains, they preachin’ holy fights
Why? ‘Cause freedom ain’t in their book, it’s chains and lies
How? We stand as one, no divide in our eyes
Should? Hell yeah, before the blood runs rivers wide
Need? To keep our soil clean, no room for genocide pride
White, black, brown, native – brothers in the line
Don’t bring your bullshit here, this land’s ours by design![Verse 1 – The Rise]
Started slow, visas and dreams, but underneath the scheme
Mosques poppin’ up like weeds in the American dream
Preachin’ peace on Sunday, but Friday it’s jihad fire
Convert or conquer, that’s the radical wire
From Minnesota streets to Cali shores
They buildin’ cells in the shadows, knockin’ on our doors
Why it rose? Open borders, weak knees in DC
Let ‘em in with smiles, now they plottin’ on you and me
Imported hate, twisted faith, call it what it is
Ain’t about God, it’s control, wrapped in a terrorist kiss.[Hook]
Rise of the crescent blade, cuttin’ through the stars and stripes
From the cities to the plains, they preachin’ holy fights
Why? ‘Cause freedom ain’t in their book, it’s chains and lies
How? We stand as one, no divide in our eyes
Should? Hell yeah, before the blood runs rivers wide
Need? To keep our soil clean, no room for genocide pride
White, black, brown, native – brothers in the line
Don’t bring your bullshit here, this land’s ours by design![Verse 2 – The Why & Should]
Why eradicate? ‘Cause it poisons the well we drink
Twists minds of the young, makes ‘em martyrs in a blink
Sharia shadows over Lady Liberty’s light
Honor killings, stonings – that ain’t our fight
Should we? Damn right, for the kids in the yard
For the vets who bled red, white, blue – hit ‘em hard
It’s hate disguised as holy, dividin’ us by design
But we see through the veil, time to draw the line
No mercy for the madness that bombs our parades
Eradicate the root, before it escalates.[Bridge – growled with beat drop, heavy bass rumble]
Black fists raised with white rifles cocked
Brown boots marchin’ with native war hawks
From Harlem to the Rez, from farms to the hood
We built this blood, sweat – now we understood
Unity’s the weapon they fear the most
One nation, under fire, coast to coast.[Verse 3 – The How & Need]
How? Close the gates, vet ‘em like hawks on prey
Deport the preachers spittin’ venom every day
Educate the masses, expose the hidden hand
Arm up legally, stand your ground on this land
Need it? Like air in our lungs, or we

Desert Reckonin

ALWAYS WRITTEN BY JOHN TRUGLIA AND THE SHADOWS 

GHOSTED KINGS  IRREVOCABLE AS HEIR

TAKE ME HOME TO HEAVEN
OR GIVE ME MY TRUE DREAM REALITY LIFE
by Brent James Schoning

Take Me Home to Heaven or Give Me My True Dream Reality Life is an album born from longing—the honest, human desire to belong somewhere that feels safe, meaningful, and real. It is not a demand, not a prayer for escape, and not a declaration of entitlement. It is a question asked through music: What does home truly mean, and how do we recognize it when we feel it?

At its heart, this album explores “heaven” as a state of coherence, not a distant place. Heaven here represents moments of peace, clarity, love, and purpose—those rare intervals when life feels aligned and the inner noise quiets. The “true dream reality life” is not fantasy, but the version of existence where creativity, dignity, and connection are allowed to flourish without constant resistance.

This album lives in the space between exhaustion and hope. It acknowledges the weight of effort, the feeling of being out of place, and the deep wish for relief—not through disappearance, but through arrival. The music does not deny struggle; it holds it gently, allowing it to soften rather than harden.

Sonically, the album is expansive, emotional, and cinematic. Warm pads and evolving textures create a sense of open sky and distant horizons. Melodies rise slowly, carrying vulnerability without collapse. Rhythms are measured and steady, grounding the listener while leaving room to breathe. Basslines provide reassurance rather than pressure, like a steady hand guiding you forward.

The album unfolds like a journey inward. Early tracks carry yearning—spacious, reflective, and tender. There is a sense of searching, of calling out into the unknown. Mid-album compositions introduce movement and structure, suggesting choice and intention returning to the body. Later tracks open into luminous soundscapes that feel resolved without finality. This is not an ending—it is a resting place.

Production throughout the album emphasizes softness, depth, and space. Silence is used as comfort rather than absence. Transitions are fluid, reinforcing the idea that home is not reached through force, but through gradual alignment. Nothing shocks. Nothing rushes. The music trusts the listener to arrive in their own time.

Symbolically, Take Me Home to Heaven or Give Me My True Dream Reality Life speaks to the universal need for belonging. It reframes “home” as an inner condition created through honesty, self-respect, and connection. The album suggests that when reality feels hostile or unreal, the task is not to disappear—but to reclaim authorship of one’s life, one breath, one moment at a time.

There is tenderness in this work. It allows vulnerability without collapsing into despair. It allows hope without denying complexity. The music stands beside the listener rather than pulling them somewhere else. It does not promise salvation. It offers companionship.

This album adapts to moments of quiet listening, reflection, night-time contemplation, or emotional processing. It is music for those who are tired of pretending they are fine, and ready to feel what is true without judgment.

Take Me Home to Heaven or Give Me My True Dream Reality Life does not ask for miracles.
It asks for alignment.

Music as refuge.
Music as truth.
Music as a place to rest and remember who you are.

This is not an escape.
It is a return—
to feeling,
to presence,
to the possibility that home is something we build
by staying.

Resilience

energy

Music is life. I'm always going to bring out what I can. I appreciate the ones who fw with me.

In my head (Feat. $ilas)

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