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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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Galactic Harmony

[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


I hit the ground hard, but I don’t stay there.
I rise with more fire than I had before.
Every fall sharpens my instincts and deepens my strength.
I don’t fear the drop; I trust the climb that follows.

I step into my own timing. I grow in the soil meant for me.
I don’t rush my unfolding, and I don’t shrink for anyone else’s comfort.
I bloom with the colors that belong to me alone.
My path is my own, and I walk it without comparison.

I treasure the empty spaces that make my life feel whole.
I honor the quiet that holds my clarity.
In the pause between choices, I hear my true voice.
The gap becomes my grounding, the silence my teacher.

I release what I cannot shape. I let the inevitable move through me.
I stop fighting battles that were never mine to win.
I free my energy from what refuses to change.
Grace meets me when I stop gripping the ungrippable.

I honor impermanence as a companion, not a threat.
I welcome the truth that nothing stays the same.
I loosen my attachment to how things were and soften toward how things might be.
I stand alive inside the fleeting moment, fully awake, fully present.

I rise. I unfold. I honor the pause.
I surrender. I transform.
And I rise again, brighter than before.



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Groovfractal

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Burn, return—new skin, new begin.
Lines ignite—bodies write.

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