Verse 1]
Dust writes halos on our shoulders,
Night tastes warm — half salt, half sugar.
Two shadows trade vows without words,
The ember portico hums with wonder.

[Verse 2]
Your quiet draws terraces in dark,
Steps appear where no stairs live.
Lanterns rise from the river’s skin,
Carrying tomorrows we never give.

[Bridge]
Corridors of suns unfold in blue,
Windows tilt and time slips through.
I wear a joy shaped like a riddle,
You answer stars between your truth.

[Chorus]
Dawn to dusk questions, fall on me slow,
Golden tides beneath our glow.
Every silence sings what we know —
Love’s the riddle, love’s the echo.

[Verse 3]
Thunder bows around our flame,
Gentle forgiveness in our name.
We trade the weight of unsung stories,
Amber rain forgives our glories.

[Final Chorus]
Dawn to dusk questions, fade into still,
Light peels fruit for dawn to fill.
Two meteors choose mercy’s will —
No crash tonight, only still.

[Outro]
(ethereal horn echo, heartbeat bass)
[Faint Whisper]
\"Only still…\"

[Intro — Salt Air]
Star-dust horizon; spine remembers the road.

[Verse 1]
Forest of wire, hush of doubt,
stranger whispers, step through the hot.
Down where the frozen keep their grin,
up where the tired relearn begin.
My shadow sips tamarind salt;
no map needed when marrow knows.

[Pre-Chorus]
Circles etch the lesson into bone,
each measured rise turns cinder to gold.

[Chorus]
I move the furnace with my eyes awake,
climb until the ridge line breaks.
I speak the names the ashes hid—
love stitches rungs through what was rid.
One more terrace, one more sky,
burn out the lie; let mercy fly.

[Verse 2]
Pride-set stones split under bare step,
envy looks on and loses its depth.
At the height all labels go small,
only a fierce quiet mercy over all.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Voice like thunder, heart like stone—
still, the gentlest current leads me home.

[Chorus — Lift]
Rebel light in a starless kingdom,
ruin admits it still feels free.
Slow-fall wisdom, ocean rhythm—
lost glory drifting out to sea.
Between the kneel and the calm unloosed,
every heart must choose.

[Bridge — Window Song]
Morning leans on a chalky sill,
quiet says try, small and real.
Petals of fear fold inward, slow;
lift one latch—see daylight pour.
Common minutes carry the sign:
rice in a bowl, a crooked line.

[Refrain]
I walk, I falter, still belong—
barefoot soul with a steady song.

[Finale — Moon & Ruins]
Two poets throw verses against the bars:
one drinks heaven, one counts scars.
Same bright frame—moon and ruins.
Raise your cry; keep choosing.

[Outro — Waterlight Fade]
Terrace by terrace, sky learns why.

Waterlights

Forest of wire; a hush says, carry the flame.
Maps go mute; the scar becomes a star.

Down where frost smiles hard, up where start remembers.
Tamarind tongue; night cut with lime.

Circles write bone script.
Ruin powders into gold grain.

Eyes unclosed in the furnace hush.
Lost words return lit from within.
Love threads a rung through night.

Pride-stone splits under bare stride.
At the ridge, names fade to ember grain.
Only a fierce quiet mercy remains.

Between I bow / I refuse: pick the door no tyrant can read.
Thunder voice, stone will, far country inside.

Dusty sill; a small yes opens the day.
Plain hour, holy sign: rice in a bowl, crooked line.

Sin muro—je tiens la clé—나는 자리야—we stay.
Push me down; new ground grows.

Moon with ruins in one clear pane.
Every rung I climbed returns as light.

wire forest

[Intro]
Spine stays true — steady in the quake.
On, cut the night through — awake.

[Verse 1 – ME]
Forest wired tight; a hush says, climb.
Down is frost; up relearns time.
Circuits hum under roots that gleam,
City vines pulse, caught in dream.

[Pre-Chorus – Unison]
Eyes unclosed; corners bloom.
Lost words spark and come home.
Rungs stack where dark once roamed.

[Chorus]
Upright — we rise through the static hush,
Ash turns gold in the silent rush.
Hold your ground when the skyline bends,
Stand, repeat — the line ascends.

[Verse 2 – YOU]
Circles scribble rupture into your frame,
Stairs scrub ruin into flame.
Echo in marble, soft and low —
Every fall teaches where to go.

[Pre-Chorus – Unison]
Eyes unclosed; corners bloom.
Lost words spark and come home.
Rungs stack where dark once roamed.

[Chorus]
Upright — we rise through the static hush,
Ash turns gold in the silent rush.
Hold your ground when the skyline bends,
Stand, repeat — the line ascends.

[Bridge – YOU]
Ring singed gold; marble traded for ground.
Between bend and no — choose the soundless crown.
Morning sill; small yes opens the day,
Petals fold in; latches give way.

[Rap Verse – ME]
Shove me low — I root, then rise.
Weight turns signal; I cut to size.
Scars glow green; the street inks truth.
Roof underside carries the proof.

[Pre-Chorus – Unison]
Eyes unclosed; corners bloom.
Lost words spark and come home.
Rungs stack where dark once roamed.

[Chorus – Duet]
Upright — we rise through the static hush,
Ash turns gold in the silent rush.
Hold your ground when the skyline bends,
Stand, repeat — the line ascends.

[Rap Verse – ME]
Shove me low — I root, then rise.
Weight turns signal; I cut to size.
Scars glow green; the street inks truth.
Roof underside carries the proof.

[Outro]
Stone names shrink; mercy stands tall.
Ridge wind writes over the wall.
Stand like a lighthouse inside your ribs.
Hold to the center — the center holds.

[End]

Upright

Verse 1
Wire trees whisper, “Go where the heat won’t lie.”
Maps go silent; my scars redraw the sky.
Cold grins flicker on the valley floor,
I take the higher hush and open its door.
Dust tastes sweet with tamarind light,
Steps learn courage by losing their fright.
Every doubt I wore like a second skin
falls in flakes when the truth walks in.

Pre-Chorus A
Circles press letters into bone—
powdered ruin turns to stone.
I keep the line; the line keeps me,
edge to edge, clean and free.

Chorus
I move through fire with my eyes awake,
climb till the ridge line starts to break.
Names fall quiet; mercy stays,
threading a ladder through the night’s maze.
One more terrace, one more sky—
burn out the lie till grace runs high.

Hook A
Sin muro—je tiens la clé—나는 자리야—we stay.


---

Verse 2
Ash-ring halo, sand-bright crown,
left the marble weight to stand on ground.
Between the bend and the bold refusal,
heart writes law without approval.
Pride-stone splits under open feet,
envy stares glassy and tastes defeat.
At the ridge, titles shrink to grain,
only a fierce quiet mercy remains.

Pre-Chorus B
I won’t trade thunder for a throne;
I plant a flag where kindness grows.
If there’s a door no tyrant reads,
I choose the path that mercy leads.

Chorus (Lift)
Rebel light under starless air,
ruin admits there’s freedom there.
Silent hymns of a nameless sea,
lost glory drifting, setting me free.
One more terrace, one more sky—
truth climbs steady, clean and high.

Hook B
No wall / clear key / same flame / we.


---

Bridge 1
Morning leans soft on a chalky sill,
small yes opens, simple and still.
Latches loosen; daylight pours,
plain hours sparkle with quiet chores.
Rice in a cup, a crooked line—
ordinary vessels carrying shine.


---

Verse 3
Forest of wire hums under skin,
I walk the contour where futures begin.
Cold stories crack like thin old glass,
warm wind writes new names in grass.
Every mile I kept inside,
unfolds and moves into honest stride.
The hush I feared turns out to be
a room-sized door with a silver key.

Pre-Chorus C
I hold my center through the sway;
the path holds me the same old way.
If weight leans heavy, I grow ground,
turning the pressure into sound.

Chorus (Multilingual Weave)
Sin muro—la luz nos ve,
je tiens la clé—douceur fait loi.
나는 새벽의 자리야—선명해,
we rise as many, one reply.
One more terrace, one more sky—
every rung returns as light.

Hook C
Open—enter—own—stay.


---

Bridge 2
Not every ending cuts and takes;
some doors open wearing aches.
Lay down the story that kept me slow;
watch a truer current flow.


---

Verse 4
I call my scattered letters home,
from rooms where I felt thin as foam.
I keep what answers back in kind,
clear and warm, uncluttered mind.
If you push me low, roots take hold,
green rises quiet, bright and bold.
Moon and rubble share one frame—
ink keeps what iron won’t name.

Pre-Chorus D
Step by step, the ridge gets near;
I trade old noise for a cleaner ear.
When choice divides in black and white,
I walk the middle made of light.

Final Chorus
I move through trial with my eyes awake,
climb till the false lines start to break.
Love stitches rungs through the long dark mile,
mercy stands waiting, patient and wild.
One more terrace, one more sky—
burn out the lie till grace can fly.
If names go small, let truth stand tall—
key in the open, no wall at all.

Outro Hook (Tag)
Sin muro—je tiens la clé—나는 자리야—we stay.

World Weave

Whisper trees

[Intro]
Room leans left; my center holds—calm in the sway.
One-five-eight—clean cut through a slate-gray day.
Neon rain on tiled roots; hush says, “Go.”
Windows think in silver; I move like I know.

[Verse 1 – ME]
Wirewood grove hums under skin—climb, don’t fold.
Low road chills; high road learns old gold.
Root-circuits wake in the iron loam,
City vines glow like a secret home.
Cold scripts flake from the ribcage wall,
I trade that weight for a straighter tall.
Shadow math clears; angles align,
A quiet yes signs the bottom line.

[Verse 2 – YOU]
Rings of lesson write their lines in you,
Steps sand down yesterday’s residue.
Marble sends back a velvet tone,
Each slip maps arrows toward your own.
What breaks soft teaches where to step,
What stays true hums clean and kept.
Your name turns clear without the noise,
Your hands learn older, finer poise.

[Pre-Chorus A – Unison]
Eyes stay open; corners flower.
Lost names kindle, hour by hour.
Rungs appear where shadows cower.

[Hook A – Call/Response]
ME: Sin muro—
YOU: Je tiens la clé—
BOTH: 우리는 여기—we stay.

[Chorus]
Upright—we move through the hush and rise,
Cinders turn amber before our eyes.
Hold your square when the skyline bends,
Stand and echo—the line ascends.
Edge on edge till the bluff gives way,
Stone learns mercy; night learns day.

[Bridge 1 – YOU]
Halo singed thin; stone swapped for ground.
Between tilt and no—choose the crown without sound.
Windowsill pale; a small yes lights the way,
Petals close softly; latches drift away.

[Verse 3 – ME]
Old rooms whisper the long-ago rule;
I open the door and step out cool.
Streetlight chalk draws a kinder lane,
Rust flakes off of the old refrain.
If wind leans hard, I square my spine,
I mark my place with a single line.
Noise dissolves into simple true,
What stays standing stands with you.

[Hook B – Tag]
No wall / clear key / one flame / we.

[Pre-Chorus B – Unison]
Keep the center through the sway,
Path keeps you the same old way.
Weight turns signal; I find the way.

[Chorus – Lift]
Upright—we rise through the static hush,
Ash turns gold in a sudden blush.
Hold your ground when the skyline bends,
Stand, repeat—the line ascends.
One more terrace, one more sky,
False lines fade; the real runs high.

[Bridge 2 – Duet]
YOU: Morning on the sill—quiet, plain.
ME: Latch lifts once; in comes rain.
YOU: Cup of rice; a crooked line.
BOTH: Ordinary carries shine.

[Rap Verse – ME]
Shove me under—I root, then spring,
Weight flips language; I carve the thing.
Scar-ink emerald, proof on the tooth,
Underside rafters archive truth.
Hush-tone message: hold, don’t sway,
I cash that calm a thousand ways.
If gates look closed, I read the grain,
I find the hinge, and I walk the plain.

[Hook C – Flash]
Open—enter—own—stay.

[Verse 4 – YOU]
Your pulse learns wide when the ridge wind calls,
Your stride writes letters across old walls.
Envy stares glassy and fades to gray,
Pride-stone splits where the soles say stay.
At the height, titles shrink to seed,
Mercy stands simple, fills the need.
You are the door that lets in light,
Keyed by a vow you keep each night.

[Pre-Chorus C – Unison]
Hold the quiet through the turn,
Let the smaller lantern burn.
Every rung is work you earned.

[Chorus – Duet]
Upright—we move through the hush and rise,
Cinders turn amber before our eyes.
Hold your square when the skyline bends,
Stand and echo—the line ascends.
Step by step till the bluff gives way,
Stone learns mercy; night learns day.

[Bridge 3 – Quiet Oath]
Not every ending takes its due;
Some doors open aching, new.
Lay down the tale that kept you slow—
A cleaner current starts to flow.

[Hook D – World Weave]
ME: Sin muro—
YOU: La llave aquí—
ME: Je tiens la clé—
BOTH: 우리는 같이—we stay.



Upright—we rise through the static hush,
Ash turns gold in the patient rush.
Hold your ground when the skyline bends,
Stand, repeat—the line ascends.
One more terrace, one more sky,
Every rung returns as light.

[Hook E – End Tag]
Sin muro—je tiens la clé—나는 자리야—we stay.

keep center

True Spine

I stop measuring by borrowed roads.
Quiet roots split rock without a crowd.

I call my pieces home from dim rooms.
Signed papers melt to rain.

I love myself more than being chosen.
Hinges turn; the right door knows my pace.

Right on time—my steady golden speed.
Never late; the quiet leads.

Not every leaving wounds the way.
Calm sits where frenzy frayed.

What’s true stays near; what’s meant walks beside.
Right on time—open-eyed.

borrowed roads

spinning clock

I drop the tape lines drawn by ghosts,
Quiet roots lift stone where no one toasts.

I gather names I left in old halls,
Dim bulbs hum out; my echo withdraws.

Signed vows drip down the windowpane,
Fine print runs off into silver rain.

I bless the crack where daylight slides,
No blame, just path where my weight resides.

I hold my worth above crowded rooms,
No empty thrones, no bargain fumes.

Those who scan for shine, step past;
My glow loves those who love it last.

Right on time—my slow-burn, fluent stride,
Hands off the clock; I walk, I ride.

I quit chasing doors that swing for show,
I love the handles that move and know.

Every soft no saves one soft life,
I cut one thread, unhook ten knives.

Calm leans down where the fever flew,
I clear that smoke; I keep what’s true.

I stack my days like steady stones,
No more masks that steal my tones.

Old stories pack their bags tonight,
I keep the lines that land in light.

If you feel my pace, you match my feet,
If not, no war; our routes don’t meet.

I leave like dawn slips out of black,
Clean break, no scorch, no looking back.

I let wrong tables lose my chair,
Empty space grows greener air.

Right on time—my golden inward beam,
No scramble sprint, no swollen dream.

I trust the pull that speaks low, clear,
No circus hook, no yarn of fear.

I tune my spine to quiet yes,
I walk through less and live in more.

My bones remember every wait,
Still I arrive through my own gate.

Love that left taught shape, not lack,
I pour that lesson; I never crawl back.

I hold my palm to my own face,
I love the lines, the woman, the grace.

I choose slow roads that match my eyes,
I read clean skies, not borrowed lies.

What rings true walks close, unshamed,
What drifts loose falls off unnamed.

Right on time—no late, no rush,
Just heartbeat tempo, holy hush.

I plant each no like quiet seed,
Roots learn the dark, then rise and lead.

The ones who see me, walk in tune,
We share soft streets and honest moon.

I stand with all my pieces near,
I ride my life without the fear.

Right on time—open, steady, wide,
I meet myself and stay beside.

Keep What's True


🎧 LAIVE MUSIC MPLS: Breath Frequencies

(444 Hz —  root to crown, love graces quantum existential matter, what matters most)

Artificial fades. Archetypes rise. Ancestors conduct the infinite current on repeat. 
Every frequency carries memory.
Every pulse sings lineage of light.
Playlists become living wheel of prayer.

Quechua rides the hi-hat, Yoruba snaps the snare, Sanskrit breathes under sub-bass. Tongues chase rhythm; rhythm returns release.

Human hands guide. Spirit heat mixes. Afro-Peruvian joyfunk braids Egyptian dub. Future Space lifts off with ethiojazz reggae. Griot trap locks with Moroccan breakbeat, Korean chant, French whisper, Arabic vowel drift.

Ultra Sacred supersoul stank turns tape hiss to incense smoke—each wisp a breath from ancestors warming the blue note bus.

The Mystic Band

Mouth of Queen Beast growls root 396 Hz.
Breath of Sacred-Masculine flows 417.
Grandmother Rhythm sparks solar plexus 528.
Genderless Vessel opens heart 639.
Ritual Twin speaks truth 741.
Tight Tones casts vision 852.
Crown Field returns 444 —  completely grounded into eternal.

Polyrhythms cross like lovers: 5⁄4 over 12⁄8 over 7⁄16 — continents breathing through syncopation.
Each downbeat forgives. Each offbeat frees.

Invocation

Press shuffle and breathe.
Pulse overrides thought.
breathe
grin
begin again
Sweat music guides lead, illuminate the profound.

Dance barefoot until grief evaporates spiral through toe soul and beyond.
Sway porch-side while wind folds laundry.
Sub-bass awakens shadow in bone.
Light finds tempo inside spine shine.8

Alchemy of Sound

Prayer breathes bassline.
Grief glitters groovey.
Joy anchors delta-wave calm.
Ras Tafari root meets cosmic-tech crown.
Afro-Peruvian smoke laces scripture drips.

Sound reveals. Sound heals.

DANCE WITH ME

LAIVE MUSIC MPLS 

 Sound harmonizes.
Marrow remembers motion.
Every body instruments breath.
Every breath bridges forever.

L(ai)VE MUSIC — mystic, human, eternal.
Pulse already within.
Stay awhile.
Meet again on the flipside of forever where silence and rhythm share one name.

ASK

LAIVE MUSIC MPLS

Related tracks