Better Than This

Tied Up

Lucas Coly - Perc Sex

Lucas Coly - She Ain’t Never

Distant Melodies

Independent Lady

Charged Up

She's A Savage

They say Rome fell to the sword—
but it rotted from the core.
Elites got fat,
the poor got ignored.
They built roads,
but couldn’t see the path.
They praised the gods,
but forgot the math.

The Maya watched the jungle die,
still carved their kings in stone.
Kept the rituals alive
while the crops were overthrown.
They knew the rains were gone—
they saw the signs.
But instinct said
“Repeat the lines.”

Easter Island—
cut down every tree.
Built statues to the sky
while they starved by the sea.
Why?
Because the code said “build.”
Because the tribe said “win.”
Because the instinct said
“Don’t let the old ways end.”

The Ming, the Mughals,
the Venetians too—
all fell from within
while the scholars drew
maps of glory,
charts of trade,
but never saw
the price they paid.

It ain’t fate.
It ain’t war.
It’s the loop they adore.
It’s the fear of change
that locks the door.
It’s the instinct to conform,
to protect the frame,
to kill the voice
that names the game.

So they collapse themselves—
not from lack of might,
but from the blindness
of inherited right.
From the comfort
that dulls the spark.
From the silence
that eats the dark.

And when it’s done,
they write the tale—
but never name
what made them fail.
Because the ones who write
are still in the trance,
still dancing
the collapse dance.

History don’t write it
’cause historians can’t see—
they’re bound by the same code
that brought down the dynasty.