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.

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



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.

Turn it

Fell behind

[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.



ungrippable


I sharpen my courage on the edge of the day,
step into the sun with pocket-knife certainty,
ready to bleed for what matters
and laugh at what doesn’t.

I talk to my fear like an old roommate:
“Stay close, but stay out of my way.”

I sprint toward the places polite people avoid,
chasing the lightning the way others chase comfort.

I honor the desert inside me —
the dry places that force me to hunt for water,
the wild patches that refuse to be tamed.

I pilot my life like a stolen car at sunrise,
engine rattling, heart bright,
hands steady enough to be reckless.

I trust the strange impulses,
the late-night instincts,
the flicker of something holy in the chaos.

I ask for no permission
to live wide, live loud, live honest.

I don’t wait for the storm to pass —
I lean into it, let it carve me clean,
let it teach me what calm never could.

And when the dust settles on my shoulders,
I whisper to myself:

“I didn’t survive.
I transformed.”


Steady, Reckless

Groovfractal

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

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Sub-bass awakens shadow in bone, illuminates buried memory and secret rhythm. 

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