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D’Angelo – Tribute Collection (Created by H-dMan Such)

This is not just a tribute.
It’s a conversation with the soul of D’Angelo — between heaven and the streets, between silence and rhythm.
A deep, spiritual fusion of nu-soul harmonies, African-American choir voices, and minimal deep-house grooves, made for that late-night moment when memories become music.

The songs were created as a memorial session among friends, celebrating the legacy of a man who gave us timeless melodies and divine emotion — a teacher, a brother, a spirit above us.

🕊️ “From the ashes, he fly — above us, among angels.”
🎹 Produced & written by H-dMan Such
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D'Angelo, friend of mine.

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[Intro]
(Instrumental Skank Groove)

[Verse 1]
[V1] I set my hour by inner sign; I keep the gate; the pace is mine.
[V2] I meet the moment line by line; I choose the route; the road aligns.
[V1] I trim the noise to what is true; I hold my course; I follow through.
[V2] I trade the rush for steady gain; I build my calm and keep it plain.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Both] I mark my rhythm; I own my day; I call my timing into play.

[Chorus]
[Both] I’m on time—clear and sure; each step lands clean and pure.
[Both] I’m on time—no divide; I lead my life from deep inside.

[Verse 2]
[V2] I call my scattered pieces near; I seat them all and make it clear.
[V1] I close the loops that held me back; I write new terms; I keep the track.
[V2] I let old labels drift away; I claim the ground I walk today.
[V1] I move with signals only I hear; I set my range; I keep it near.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Both] I name my pace; I stand aligned; I hold the center of my mind.

[Chorus]
[Both] I’m on time—calm and wide; right doors open when I arrive.
[Both] I’m on time—choice by choice; I tune my life to my own voice.

[Bridge]
[V1] I thank the paths that did not form; they shaped the lane I now perform.
[V2] I thank the calls that never came; they freed my steps from borrowed frame.
[Both] I stack small wins until they sing; consistent moves make everything.

[Final Chorus]
[Both] I’m on time—line by line; I live a fate of my design.
[Both] I’m on time—clear and true; I close with peace and start anew.

[Outro]
[Both] I keep the key; I own the sign; I wake tomorrow—still on time.
[End]

I'm on time


Verse 1
Life ain’t fair, yet it still feels golden,
So I take one step, then another, just rollin’.
Days run fast, I move faster to meet ‘em,
Call my people when I fall, let ‘em say, “I see ya.”
I don’t stack junk just to say that I own it,
I save my coins for the moments I’ll remember in the morning.

I don’t chase trophies in every single fight,
I hold my ground gentle, I sleep at night.

Pre-Chorus
I’ll cry on your shoulder, let the flood run free,
Pray mad prayers, know God can handle me.
I let the past loosen all its teeth,
So the story I carry finally feels like me.

Chorus
So I burn those candles down to the glass,
Wear the wild things, say, “Tonight, I’ll pass.”
I choose Life, even when the road feels rough,
I forgive, then I rise, yeah, that counts as love.
What you think of me stays off my list,
Time heals slow, but it honors the risk.
The ribbon might tangle, the wrapping might rip,
But the soul of the moment still feels like a gift.

Verse 2
When the chocolate calls, I don’t fight that spell,
Little sweet joy keeps the stories I tell.
I let my kids watch when I wipe my eyes,
Teach ‘em soft hearts carry real strong spines.
I don’t weigh my journey against your map,
You walk your miles; I walk mine back.

If love hides deep where the light can’t roam,
I step from the shadow and I walk back home.

Pre-Chorus 2
I clear the closet of the things that drag,
Old clutter, old ghosts, old heavy bags.
I calm my mind with a long slow sigh,
Whisper, “Five years from now, will this still apply?”

Chorus
So I burn those candles down to the glass,
Wear the wild things, say, “Tonight, I’ll pass.”
I choose Life, even when the road feels rough,
I forgive, then I rise, yeah, that counts as love.
What you think of me stays off my list,
Time heals slow, but it honors the risk.
The ribbon might tangle, the wrapping might rip,
But the soul of the moment still feels like a gift.

Bridge
I step outside; the everyday glows,
Tiny wonders line the sidewalk rows.
If we dumped our troubles in a wide-town square,
We’d snatch our own stories right out of the air.

I trade envy for the quiet I hold,
Measure my wealth in the hands I fold.
I tell my weary body, “We’ve come this far,
The best chapters wait where the bright days are.”

Final Chorus
So I burn those candles down to the glass,
Show up shining, let the moment last.
I choose Life, every scar, every twist,
I forgive, then I rise, wrapped up in this.
What you think of me drifts into the mist,
Time moves on, yet it still gives a kiss.
The ribbon may tangle, the wrapping may rip,
But life in my hands still feels like a gift.

Gift

VERSE 1

As the shadows lean across the road, the night begins to breathe.
A path unstitches in the dust, revealing where he’ll leave.
No burden waiting on his hands, no weight upon his stride—
He moves like someone built for dawn, with open space as guide.

PRE-CHORUS 1

Each glance he throws ignites again, a flare behind his eyes.
Wings unfolding in the quiet wind, he lifts toward new skies.

CHORUS

He’s traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling light—
Drifting through the open dark, untouched by earthly fright.
He’s traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling light—
Every step a whispered vow across the endless night.


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VERSE 2

Her eyes strike cold as diamonds, yet they warm him to the bone.
A wildness carved from mystery, a storm that stands alone.
She moves like something born from dusk—too fierce to shape or bind.
And every time she crosses him, she rewrites his design.

PRE-CHORUS 2

Fire lived inside her long before the world could speak her name.
She rises on an unnamed path, untouched by fear or claim.
She’s traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling light—
A force of motion woven from the quiet edge of night.

POST-CHORUS

They’re traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling light—
Oh, traveling light…


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VERSE 3

Further down the wandering miles, a new name greets the breeze—
A title earned by moving through the world with fluid ease.
He bends no rule except the ones he breaks to shape his own;
No echo leads his footsteps—he’s a kingdom fully grown.

CHORUS 2

They called him traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling light—
A wanderer who charts his course beyond the common sight.
They called him traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling light—
A soul who learns to rise by walking deeper into night.


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BRIDGE

Across the cosmic waterlines, the drifting currents meet;
Patterns merge in quiet arcs where destiny repeats.
Above, the shifting star-work draws a map of who we’ll be—
A sky-bound script unfolding in pure geometry.


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OUTRO

If you wait in stillness long enough, you’ll hear his echo too.
But only if you walk the path with nothing left to prove—
By traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling light.

FINAL TAG

You got to be traveling, traveling…
Traveling light.

You got to be traveling, traveling…
Traveling light.


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Lighten

VERSE 1
Morning meets me in the glass,
corners of my mouth lift fast.
Lines around my tired eyes
loosen, make more room for skies.
All the weight from yesterday
drops like coats along the way.
Heart remembers in that grin:
I still choose to start again.

PRE-CHORUS 1
Every favor that I give
circles back and helps me live;
Every quiet, stubborn hope
plants a vine that learns to cope.

CHORUS
I let go, let go,
and the work still comes together;
Mountains move aside
when I travel light as feather.
Old scars fade from view
when I welcome now, not sorrow.
I glow here, right now,
and I trust the rising of tomorrow.

VERSE 2
Friends who lift the underdog
spark a fire through the fog.
Secret gardens under skin
wake when someone roots within.
Wider forces out of sight
lean our way for greater right.
Every step toward what feels true
sends a blessing back to you.

PRE-CHORUS 2
So I pour my simple prayer
through the day like sunlit air;
Every wish for someone near
sounds like courage in their ear.

CHORUS
I let go, let go,
and the work still comes together;
Mountains move aside
when I travel light as feather.
Old scars fade from view
when I welcome now, not sorrow.
I glow here, right now,
and I trust the rising of tomorrow.

BRIDGE
Clouds may cover half the sky,
still that hidden sun rides high.
I release the need to win,
trade the war for peace within.
Yesterday no longer steers,
today welcomes volunteer years.
I lift up my laughing face,
mirror fills with quiet grace.

FINAL CHORUS / TAG
I let go, let go,
and the world runs on without me;
When I loosen every hold,
wider wonders move around me.
I glow here, right now,
with an open, steady mind;
I send love in every step,
and I know that love returns in kind.

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futuristic trap beats, reverberant dub bass, dub, reggae, celestial ethiojazz, euphoric sugary synths; male or female vocals optional, ancient reggae; sparkling, beats, rap

Shine inside

Verse 1

City hums in shades of blue,
silver veins that pulse right through.
Neon lights, they call and weave,
dancing in the glow we believe.

Pre-Chorus

Shifting shadows, time unwinds,
we’re all just passing through the lines.

Chorus

Drift with me through this electric night,
where shadows blend in neon light.
We chase the moments, lose the frame,
together we’re a flicker, not the same.

Verse 2

The air is thick with secrets spun,
drifting toward the rising sun.
Patterns form, then fade away,
breathing echoes where we stray.

Pre-Chorus 2

Voices whisper, then collide,
like rivers merging in the tide.

Chorus

Drift with me through this electric night,
where shadows blend in neon light.
We chase the moments, lose the frame,
together we’re a flicker, not the same.

Bridge

A thousand windows light the way,
we walk between the night and day.
In this pulse, we find the flow,
dissolving edges that we know.

Final Chorus / Tag

Drift with me through this electric night,
where shadows blend in neon light.
Together we are the wave, the spark,
leaving trails that light the dark.

Neon Drifter

[Verse 1]
I move along the hidden lines,
steps crossing over shifting signs.
A quiet pact inside my chest—
it guides my stride through every test.
Dust on the road becomes my ink,
marking truths I didn’t think.
The turning world still points the way,
neon dusk to rising day.

[Verse 2]
Shadows press but I stay bold,
shaping purpose from the fold.
The fractured nights that stirred my fear
taught me how to see things clear.
Each stumble opens up a door,
teaching what I stand here for.
Patterns lift me, beat by beat,
into rhythms fierce and sweet.

[Pre-Chorus]
When I’m wavering on the line,
I lean into the quiet sign.
Challenges refine my fire—
motion pulling me up higher.

[Chorus]
I rise through every force that tests me,
shaded trials still give me form.
I flip the edge and find it steady,
dancing calm inside the storm.
I honor flaws that shape my journey,
open cracks let courage through.
I rise through every force that tests me—
strong, more radiant, deeply true.

[Verse 3]
Wrong turns sketched a clearer route,
showed me where to cast my root.
When worn down to something real,
I learn the core of what I feel.
Heavy days and tired mind
prove the care I left behind.
In the quiet, purpose rings—
soft yet fierce in how it sings.

[Bridge]
Gratitude turns bruise to sign,
marking growth by new design.
I seal my covenant with light,
finding lift in every night.

[Final Chorus]
I rise through every force that tests me,
shaded trials still give me form.
I flip the edge and keep it steady,
shifting ground beneath the storm.
Hardest moments gift my center
rhythms warm and aligned.
I honor heat that forged my passage—
sharpened courage in my mind.
I rise through every force that tests me—
and walk in honor of my climb.

[Outro]
Thank you to the distance and the storm;
they shaped the path that I transform.


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