The Chez Touch (Unreleased Wips Vol.1)

Some of my current favs I hope that you enjoy :)

Art by the Wonderful @Villiv_tattoo

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current works mini mix Vol.1

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Intro (Spoken • M):
Trouble, pull up a chair. We got work.

Verse 1 (F):
I raise a toast to the road less smooth,
call in the miles that temper truth.
I welcome tasks that stretch my range,
let craft take root through honest change.
Empty hands invite real skill,
open space lets purpose fill.
Unknown knocks; I set the table,
feed it courage, keep me able.

Verse 1.2 (M – Rap):
I study the bruise for the lesson inside,
log that data, lose the pride.
Missed shots drew lines for a cleaner aim,
now focus lands with steady flame.
Late nights carved grit in the grain,
fees I paid for a larger lane.
No shortcuts in this design—
I cash in patience, not thin shine.

Pre-Chorus (Both):
I thank the climb that slowed my run,
each careful step unlocks the sun.

Chorus (Both):
Thank you, trouble—you refine my frame.
Thank you, challenge—you rewrite my game.
Thank you, limits—range expands.
Thank you, failures—teach my hands.
Thank you, unknown—show new ways.
Thank you, effort—earn these days.

Hook (Both, call/response):
(Both) Thank you.
(F) For the stretch.
(M) For the test.
(Both) For the next.

Verse 2 (F):
I bless the question that stalled my stride,
it drew a map that truth could ride.
I bless the weight that asked for core,
that load built doors I walk through more.
I bless the no that saved my yes,
guarded time from busy mess.
I bless the ache that called for care,
taught gentle strength I now can share.

Verse 2.2 (M – Rap):
Every setback wrote a clearer chart,
trim that bluff, fund the heart.
Limits lend focus; I thank that gift,
lean on routines that hold the lift.
Errors sent mentors in plain clothes,
quiet notes only practice knows.
When crowds chant rush, I keep slow fire,
stack real wins, raise the choir—

Pre-Chorus 2 (Both):
I thank the doubt that met its cure,
I chose the work that grows secure.

Chorus 2 (Both):
Thank you, trouble—you refine my frame.
Thank you, challenge—you rewrite my game.
Thank you, limits—range expands.
Thank you, failures—teach my hands.
Thank you, unknown—show new ways.
Thank you, effort—earn these days.

Bridge (Spoken-word braid • F ↔ M):
(F) Thank you, silence, for the deeper cue.
(M) Thank you, closed doors, for the truer view.
(F) Thank you, distance, for the honest lens.
(M) Thank you, repair, for the way it mends.
(Both) Thank you, life, for the patient art—
trouble trains the open heart.

Breakdown Call (Both):
Turn that trouble—into ground.
Turn that limit—into sound.
Turn that lesson—into stride.
Turn that setback—into guide.

Final Chorus (Both, lifted):
Thank you, trouble—you refine my frame.
Thank you, challenge—you rewrite my game.
Thank you, limits—range expands.
Thank you, failures—teach my hands.
Thank you, unknown—show new ways.
Thank you, effort—earn these days.
Thank you, tired—proof I gave.
Thank you, service—how I save.

Tag (Both, whispered then strong):
Thank you. Thank you. Forward.

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VERSE 1
Some past version shakes his head,
some future version slow-claps loud.
Both watch me play with chaos,
both cheer when I push past doubt.
Destiny laughs in neon;
it dares me to step off-script.
Universe leans in closer
and says, “Commit to the twist.”

PRE-CHORUS 1
I swallow fear like fire,
I nod and choose the storm.
Boring never raised empires,
only the wild transform.

CHORUS
So I climb like a drunk philosopher
on a bicycle made of will.
Lungs burn with the uphill,
legs argue with the skill.
Life tilts like a rising roadway,
I fight for every stride.
Yet the Universe whispers sideways,
“Try not to die, my child.”

VERSE 2
I dodge the sharp disasters,
I weave through doubt and grit.
World begs me to slow down,
I tear through every hint.
Because stopping leaves you falling,
momentum keeps me brave.
I ride through the cracked horizon,
a punk in cosmic haze.

PRE-CHORUS 2
Every soul hides a weakness,
a kink stitched into bone.
Even giants break open
when midnight feels alone.

CHORUS 2
So I climb like a drunk philosopher
on a bicycle made of will.
Lungs burn with the uphill,
legs argue with the skill.
Life tilts like a rising roadway,
I fight for every stride.
Yet the Universe whispers sideways,
“Try not to die, my child.”

BRIDGE — PROVERB CALLS
Dreaming keeps the wanderer steady—
lose it, and the light grows thin.
Step by step, the fragile marches—
eggs grow legs and learn again.
No cliff blocks the daring climber—
every peak shifts how you see.
Caribou feed the hungry predator—
yet struggle shapes who you’ll be.
Mirror laws return your essence—
what you give, returns in kind.
Every kindness forms an echo,
every effort shifts the mind.

VERSE 3
Heroes crack in grocery aisles
from a childhood song’s soft sting.
Titans trade their armor
for a single sweet small thing.
No one holds perfection,
we’re fools with fragile hearts.
Universe throws its head back
and laughs us into art.

PRE-CHORUS 3
We fake our calm like legends,
we walk like we know the way.
Inside, we wrestle monsters
that beg for center stage.

FINAL CHORUS
So I climb like a drunk philosopher
on a bicycle made of will.
Hope sparks with the uphill,
courage argues with the skill.
Life tilts like a rising roadway,
I fight for every stride.
Yet the Universe whispers sideways,
“Try not to die, my child.”

OUTRO — COSMIC GREMLIN BLESSING
If terror fuels the longing,
then chase the burning thread.
Make art from every fracture,
let comedy kiss dread.
If something wrecks you open,
turn heartbreak into flame.
The brave create with trembling—
still fearless just the same.


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COSMIC GREMLIN

Quietly Rise

Verse 1
You flip a grin across my face,
tide rolls up with sudden grace.
Honored just to learn your tone,
silver hours set in stone.

Pre-Chorus
Pages turn while parting stares,
still I count the golden shares.

Chorus
You amaze me—bright as day;
pull me close, choose to stay.
If wishes offered only one,
I speak your name and call it done.

Verse 2
Distance sketches careful art,
space expands from heart to heart.
Yet your orbit circles near,
soft as blossom, vivid, clear.

Pre-Chorus 2
Time may tilt, tides may shift,
still your wonder gives me lift.

Chorus
You amaze me—bright as day;
pull me close, choose to stay.
If wishes offered only one,
I speak your name and call it done.

You Amaze Me

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