Name: The Art of (Moving on) by Lemon Coyote
Duration: 2 min 58 s
Description: It's never and easy feat, the art of moving on.

Bubbling in my skin I feel the pain bleeding out
Cries for my sisters that are buried underground
And I still hear their sounds, sounds of their voice
But the fear that they were living never had no choice
Generational trauma, la mujer asesinada
Gotta protect your mama, gotta connect each other
This the light at the end of the tunnel
Getting you out of the struggle
When the world is falling down I get you out of the rubble
(Huh)

[Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]                                                                                                                     

We were leaders once,
Fire in our hands.
Healing, knowledge,
Power in demand.

Then they stole it,
Burned our names.
Called us witches,
Drowned in shame.

Still today—
Shut us up,
Pay us less,
Push us down,
Call us prey.
But we won’t fade away.   Told to be pretty,  But never too smart.  Quiet your voice,  Don’t speak from the heart.
Never complain, Never defy.  Be a good daughter, Be a good wife.
Hide your anger,  Swallow your needs.  Dress up your pain,  And call it “pleased.”
Dress sexy—you're a slut.  Don’t dress up—you’re a prude.  No matter what you do,  You're always wrong.

 [Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]                                                                                                                         

I scroll and see it—
Mocking lines.
Too loud, too soft,
Step out of line.

Too ambitious,
Too much fire.
Too emotional,
Called a liar.

Every post—
Same old game.
Every word—
Our worth in chains.  We fight online,
Weapons in words.
Forget the system,
Forget what we’ve learned.  Hey, no more hiding.
No more holding it in.
Say your truth, even when it scares you.
I see your pain, and you don’t have to carry it alone.
Teach your daughters to fight,
teach your sons to respect.
We can tear down the old shit,
we can build something better.
Now is our time — and you, yes you, are the one.
Keep going. Keep rising. You’ve got this. 

{Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]

Queen

Missing people from the past who defined who I am today. They'll probably never hear this song, but you can!

Hey.

Big B-Day Energy
It’s a muh- f**kin holiday just for me
It’s my birthday
That and those and these
I get what I want when I want
It’s my birthday
She like spending on me ‘cause BOY, I make the money look sweet
It’s my birthday
Damn I look good
Say I don’t—
I wish a BOY would.
(Turn Up Di Place)
Oh God
Chain heavy cyan fit inna di GoYard
(What di bloodclaat)
Pose off
Yute, yuh look too fresh inna yuh birthday suit
When this song come on get loose
See the birthday boy?
Point and shoot!
You shining bredda, look at you
‘Cause it’s a real G birthday
What you trying to do tonight?
Don’t matter we in first place
You make a real gyal wanna stay
Bring your whole crew tonight
The car service on the way
Happy happy birthday.
Go on king it’s your birthday.
Happy happy birthday.
Go on king it’s your birthday.
Happy happy birthday.
Go on king it’s your birthday.
Happy happy birthday.
Go on king it’s your birthday.
‘Cause it’s a real G birthday

A real G birthday

It was the 20teens, it doesn't have to make sense

Jackalope

It's never and easy feat, the art of moving on.

The Art of (Moving on)

Yeah…
Listen close.
’Cause what I’m about to say might shake everything you think you know—
about pain, failure, and your own mind.
[Verse 1]
There’s two kinds of people in this world, I’ve seen it,
Those who break down, tired, barely breathing,
And those who rise up when the weight gets heavy,
When the storm comes down, they stay steady.
It ain’t luck, it ain’t schooling, it ain’t IQ,
It’s a mindset—what’s inside you.
Ain’t about pretending when your soul’s in pieces,
It’s power, it’s faith, it’s your will through the seasons.
[Hook]
I keep my head high when the sky falls down,
Light in my chest when the dark comes around,
Ain’t no fear in my veins, I just breathe, I believe—
Positive mental attitude, that’s me.
Yeah, I rise when they quit, I smile through the pain,
Every loss that I take just fuels my flame,
They don’t see what I see, but I know what’s true—
I can’t lose with this mindset, I can’t lose.
[Verse 2]
Met the ghosts of giants, legends in their time,
Carnegie, Ford, Edison on the grind,
They built empires out of pressure and dirt,
They took every failure, turned it into work.
Didn’t run from the pain, they embraced it,
Didn’t cry when the game rearranged it.
They studied defeat, transmuted the pain,
Turned every setback into gain.
[Hook]
I keep my head high when the sky falls down,
Light in my chest when the dark comes around,
Ain’t no fear in my veins, I just breathe, I believe—
Positive mental attitude, that’s me.
Yeah, I rise when they quit, I smile through the pain,
Every loss that I take just fuels my flame,
They don’t see what I see, but I know what’s true—
I can’t lose with this mindset, I can’t lose.
[Bridge / Spoken Breakdown]
What’s controlling your mind today?
Fear? Doubt? Resentment? Self-pity?
Or faith… purpose… gratitude… desire?
Your mind ain’t neutral—it’s always under the influence of something.
If you don’t control it, the world will.
If you don’t master it, the devil will.
And when I faced my greatest enemy… it was me.
[Final Hook]
I keep my head high when the sky falls down,
Light in my chest when the dark comes around,
No chains on my soul, just the truth that I choose—
My attitude decides if I win or lose.
Yeah, I rise when they quit, I smile through the pain,
Every scar on my heart just calls my name,
They don’t see what I see, but I know what’s true—
Positive mental attitude…
That’s you.

i keep my head high

Alarm screams, I barely wake, Coffee spills, another mistake. Kids dropped off like little packs, No time to play, no time to relax.
Phones in hands, scrolling fast, Checking the feeds, can’t make it last. Makeup in mirrors of moving cars, Traffic crawling under neon stars.
 Mad morning, spinning out of control, Rushing, running, everyone on patrol. Wake, eat, dress, no time to kiss, Living in a world that forgot morning bliss.
 Crowds at the train, pressed like steel, Bodies moving, but no one feels. Emails, alerts, notifications beep, The city’s awake, but we barely sleep.
Mirror selfies in the rearview glass, Lipstick on, eyes on TikTok’s fast pass. Coffee in hand, we swipe, we scroll, Living like robots, losing our soul.
Instagram stories show perfect lives, While we run, stressed, in early drives. Emails ping, notifications beep, The city’s awake while we barely sleep.
Phones light up, notifications demand, We follow the rhythm, can’t break from the plan. Time is the master, we are the drones, Living in loops, built from calendars and phones.
Motorcycles weave, people push and shove, City beats fast, no time for love. Coffee spills, bags slip from hands, Mad morning chaos rules the lands.
Phones in laps, eyes on the screen, Rushing like robots through the asphalt machine. Every street a maze, every light a test, Traffic won’t stop, no time to rest.
Packed like sardines, the train roars on, Heads down, glowing screens from dusk till dawn. No eyes meet, no words are shared, Everyone’s scrolling, nobody cared.
 Rushing, scrolling, trapped in time — Mad morning owns our minds.
 

Mad  morning

Barely human, hardly alive, here's some music, enjoy the vibes.
Just using Soundcloud as a platform to upload so I can listen to my poetry instead of reading it. But hey, if it turns out others like it too that's a bonus!
Want lyrics? Check out my Youtube!
How it's done:
Sing/Record my poems
Build the music around it using apps like BandLabs
Edit my voice to fit the vibe, 
sometimes using A.I editing software to help with more masculine vocals but i've been straying from that recently.

The Art of (Moving on)

Lemon Coyote

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