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BLEEDIN' THROUGH THE VELVET

This song is a confession carved from pain a scripture written in smoke and late-night reflection. It speaks from the soul of someone who’s been tested by fire, turning trauma into testimony. Every bar feels like survival — rebuilding from the ashes, using pain as a foundation instead of a tombstone.

The voice in the track moves between rebellion and revelation: he’s too high to feel the world, too aware to stay numb. Medication and meditation blur together — the line between coping and calling becomes divine confusion. When he says “Bitch I been a disciple, the word that I spit,” he’s not bragging — he’s preaching. It’s the gospel of resilience, the scripture of the broken who still rise.

This song is about divine endurance — the idea that God hides purpose inside suffering. That envy, hate, and imitation are proof of spiritual weight. It’s the sound of someone chosen, misunderstood, and unbothered — a prophet in pain finding power through his pen.

TILL NEXT LIFE

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To be , or not to be .

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BLEEDIN' THROUGH THE VELVET

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