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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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[Instrumental intro only]

[Verse]
Roots of breath grow deep inside
Each choice a river
Each thought a tide
The soil of self never dries
It drinks the rain of every sigh


[Prechorus]
Whisper to the wind
It hears
Carry your hope beyond your fears

[Chorus]
Soul ecology
Living
Breathing
Web of choices
Endlessly weaving
What you tend will always grow
The seeds you plant
The life you sow

[Verse 2]
The heart’s a forest
Wild and free
A sacred place of memory
Leaves of kindness
Branches wide
Shelter where your truths reside

[Prechorus]
Whisper to the wind
It hears
Carry your hope beyond your fears

[Chorus]
Soul ecology
Living
Breathing
Web of choices
Endlessly weaving
What you tend will always grow
The seeds you plant
The life you sow

[Bridge]
The stars above
The earth below
They’re in you more than you know
Listen close
The silence speaks
It’s wisdom found in what you seek

Choices



INTRO

Wake the steel-blue dark with a tremor of light.
Pull a thin gold thread through the quiet night.
Stack the echoes till they bloom in pairs,
let the floor glow warm beneath the stairs.


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VERSE 1

Bend the twilight with a deep slow sway,
push dawn close like it wants to stay.
Bass thrums low as an underground spark,
drums write scripts in the bones of the dark.

Snares leap sharp as a midnight blade,
hats flick fast through the neon fade.
Keys float soft like a lantern breath,
strings rise tall in a climb past death.

You flip the deck like a storm in bloom,
hands paint fire across the room.
We lean forward as the moment grows,
first drop hits and the whole world glows.


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PRE-CHORUS 1

Tilt the air until it hums and splits,
let the climb show teeth as the tension knits.
Feed the pulse a rising flame,
let the rhythm call out your name.


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CHORUS 1

Starforge—pull the future closer.
Starforge—turn the night to clover.
Starforge—cut the map in light,
bend each moment into sight.

Every floor shakes with a living cry,
every lost truth stands to try.
Starforge—when the low end crashes,
old shadows melt into falling ashes.


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DROP 1

Crack the beat with a spiraling roar,
send the echo rushing through the floor.
Let the acid line twist and flare,
let the choir drift down through the air.


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VERSE 2

Shove the rhythm through the crystal seam,
turn cold silence into a waking dream.
Voices stack wide in a tower of tone,
every note climbs like a mind of its own.

Tables cut rings in the cosmic dome,
opera sweeps carve a vaulted home.
Strings pour amber down the drifting lane,
brass opens up like a solar vein.

We drag the horizon into the light,
turn stillness bold and fear to night.
Every bar marks where we’ve been,
every phrase spins worlds within.


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PRE-CHORUS 2

Hold the second as it cracks and swings,
ride the tremor where the pressure sings.
Let the golden noise take control,
let the anchor drop through the soul.


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CHORUS 2

Starforge—wake the dawn undone.
Starforge—hit the second sun.
Starforge—pull the molten thread,
lead the night where the bold ones tread.

Every body draws a living line,
every breath folds into design.
Starforge—when the groove turns primal,
we write the script for the next arrival.


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BRIDGE

Push the spark up the spine of the room,
let it grow wild like a sonic bloom.
Turn the circuit with a patient hand,
shape the starlight on command.

Choirs rise clean above fractured sound,
strings hold tight as the waves rebound.
Keys fall soft in a golden storm,
bass folds time into shifting form.

We stand centered in a ring of heat,
still as stone but fully complete.
One more rise and the fear steps back,
one more drop and the old lines crack.


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Stack the claps till the tension aches,
stretch each bar till the whole room shakes.
Whisper once with a razor tone,
let the next beat claim the throne.


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FINAL CHORUS

Starforge—draw the hidden nearer.
Starforge—make the pathway clearer.
Starforge—cut the world anew,
let it shift shape when it looks at you.

Starforge—shake the future free,
let the sound decide what it needs to be.
Starforge—speak through the rising flame,
every hit writes out your name.

When the last glow folds from the air,
echoes linger everywhere.
Starforge—anthem of the forged and won,
we cross the gate and the new age runs.


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OUTRO

Float the last spark across the dark,
leave a mark shaped like a secret arc.
Drop that light in the center floor—
when the track ends, the room needs more.


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Deep coil hum in the back of my skull,
Twisting and turning, breaking the pull.
Lost in the rhythm, drifting away,
I find my truth in the sound, in the sway.

Move like light—never the same again.
Burn, return—new skin, new begin.
Lines ignite—bodies write.

The bass hits hard, shaking the ground,
808 growls, vibrating around.
Fingers snap, feet stomp to the beat,
Cajón and horns bring the heat.

Move like light—never the same again.
Burn, return—new skin, new begin.
Lines ignite—bodies write.

Afro groove with a glitch in the air,
Future soul floating, there's magic everywhere.
Rhodes whispers, synths soar, and toms fill the night,
Breathe in the fire, feel the light.

Move like light—never the same again.
Burn, return—new skin, new begin.
Lines ignite—bodies write.

From acid drops to the rhythmic flow,
Cajita shakes, let the spirit go.
We are the coil, wrapped in the sound,
Forever spinning, we're homeward bound.

Move like light—never the same again.
Burn, return—new skin, new begin.
Lines ignite—bodies write.

COIL

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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