Woke up this mooorninnnn’, sun refused to shine,
Yeah, my baby gone, and the fault was mine.
Coffee’s cold, guitar’s outta tune,
Lonely rhythm playin’ in a dusty room.

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

The radio’s hummin’ some old 45,
Every note remind me, she kept me alive.
Ashtray’s full, but my heart still burns,
Ain’t no road back, just lessons learned.

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

Lord, the years roll heavy,
Like a freight train down the line.
Dreams turn to ashes,
But the blues still keep me alive.

My hands are blistered, strings cut deep,
Every note’s a secret I couldn’t keep.
If tomorrow don’t find me, at least I know,
The blues took my pain, but they saved my soul.

"But Lord… these blues, they been heavy on me."

"Mmm… set him free…"

"Rust on my soul, cracks in my shoes,
Still I walk with faith, and I pay my dues."

"Oh, carry him through… hallelujah!"

"Took my sorrow, turned it into song…
Now I know, Lord, I’m where I belong."

"Where he belong! / Hallelujah strong!"

"Rust on my soul… but the Spirit keeps me true."

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

Rust on My Soul

Good Food & Music

🎶 Broken Dreams 🎶

Step into the soulful world of "Broken Dreams" – a journey through the heart and soul of the 1970s music scene.

🎶 Album Overview:
"Broken Dreams" is a tribute to the golden era of soul and R&B, bringing you a collection of tracks that evoke the warmth, depth, and timeless charm of the 1970s. This album is a blend of classic soulful rhythms, heartfelt melodies, and modern production techniques, creating a sound that is both nostalgic and fresh.

Apple Music

Whispers of the Heart

Uplift in the Rain carries the spirit of resilience—an R&B slow-burn that turns sorrow into a quiet anthem of endurance. The track opens with a husky, low vocal that feels weary but alive, like the sound of someone singing through the weight of memory. As the song unfolds, the delivery grows brighter, not in spectacle but in conviction, as though each note steps closer to freedom. The production is warm and analog, with a subtle groove that mirrors the rhythm of rain against glass: steady, reflective, grounding. It’s a song about finding light without waiting for the storm to end, about learning that strength isn’t the absence of pain but the ability to carry it forward. Uplift in the Rain feels at once melancholic and hopeful, a soul-blues confession that blooms into quiet strength.

Uplift in the Rain

Pack My Bags And Groove

If Only

Empires of Bones and Guilt

A spoken-word lament and lyrical rebuke of a world that sells innocence for empire. Set against the backdrop of Gaza, the song tells the story of children lost to greed, of land stolen and renamed, and of plazas built upon the graves of the forgotten. It speaks of governments and tycoons who pave over history with wealth, rewriting memory to serve ambition. But beneath the marble, the voices of the silenced rise. The lyrics mourn not just the loss of life, but the moral collapse of those who claim to lead. It is both an elegy and a prophecy, a warning that no empire built on bones and guilt can stand forever. The earth remembers. Justice does not forget.

Empire of Bones and Guilt

Rövid volt az éjszaka, és túl hamar jött a hajnal
Ott ült velem az ördög, ott ült velem egy angyal
Egyik súgta hagyd itt, másik mondta ne menj, várj
Egyik elárult volna, a másik mondta ne félj...szállj!

Most már tudom, hogy vak voltam, nem láttalak
Nem értettem meg a jeleket, égig nőttek a falak
Mire fény gyúlt bennem, addigra a játék véget ért
Mire utánad kaptam, már messze vitt téged a szél. 

Te lettél bennem minden hetedik szívdobbanás!

Egy világot felépítettem, egyet leromboltam
Egy csodát megálmodtam, egyet elárultam
Nincs próba, ez az Élet az amit annyira vártál!
Nincs tegnap, nincs holnap, most van, szálljál!

Vannak nekem könnyeim, de én nem tudok sírni 
Kell az erő, hogy az emlékeink végig tudjam vinni
Csak úgy tudok repülni, ha a szárnyaimat te adod
Az otthon az lett nekem, ahol te és én is ott vagyok. 

Színeket mutattam neked, amiket te nem ismertél
Titkokat nyitottam ki, miket előtte soha sem értettél 
Most már ragyogsz bátran, már te is érted a fényt 
Most már mehetsz, csillaggal telt égbolt őrzi az éjt 

Egy világot felépítettem, egyet leromboltam
Egy csodát megálmodtam, egyet elárultam
Nincs próba, ez az Élet az amit annyira vártál!
Nincs tegnap, nincs holnap, most van, szálljál!

Egy világot felépítettem, egyet leromboltam
Egy csodát megálmodtam, egyet elárultam
Nincs próba, ez az Élet az amit annyira vártál!
Nincs tegnap, nincs holnap, most van, szálljál!

Szállj! (Original-mix)

This is a Somber view of 2025. What is Happening? Listen to find out one point of view. The same lyrics appear under the title Democracy's Gonna End Folk Protest Ver 04 HQ, which is the Folk Song version of this tale, and there is a Country Western version as well. You may prefer one version over the other -it's a matter of taste. Enjoy!

Democracy's Gonna End Blues v 06 HQ

Remember 2025 Mix 1

Honey on a Razorblade  🔪

​Verse 1 
​Midnight hits, you walk in slow.
Got that sweet, cheap, dangerous glow.
You’re talking smooth, pouring the gin,
Saying, "Baby, let the night begin."
I ain’t blind, I see the twist,
But I love the feeling when I get kissed.
Yeah, you’re good-looking. I give you that.
But you're a trap in a fancy hat.


​Pre-Chorus
​I should run, should walk out the door.
'Cause I know what all that sugar is for.
It ain't love, and it ain't right—
It's just the perfect way to ruin the night.

​Chorus 
​Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
The prettiest lie I ever been fed.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.


​Verse 2 
​You’re playing shy, like you didn't just lie.
I watch your pupils when you meet my eye.
And I pretend that I don't know the game,
That you don't call every girl the same name.
But darling, I’m worse, I'm already hooked.
A book I know the end of, but still gotta be looked.
You’re the devil’s sugar, I take the dose.
'Cause I hate the taste of anything close.

​Pre-Chorus
​Don’t apologize, don't play the fool.
You’re only honest when your blood runs cool.
So keep your smooth talk, keep your damn line—
I just want the burn, I want the sign.

​Chorus
​Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
The prettiest lie I ever been fed.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.

​Bridge 
​"You think I don't see the blood on your teeth, darling?
I love the texture. I love the sting.
Don't you get precious with me.
I chose the poison."

Outro 
​Honey on a razorblade...
Yeah, cuts right through...
...Cuts right through...


Honey on a Razorblade  🔪

Welcome to G-01 Productions, where rhythm meets reflection and lyrics carry light.

I create original songs and rap poetry about real life, spiritual truth, inner battles, and the divine spark we all carry. My beats are made using AI-generated production, which saves money and lets me create at a much faster pace, no waiting on a producer, just pure, raw expression.

This channel is about more than music, it’s a journey. A way to turn pain into poetry, wisdom into wordplay, and chaos into clarity. From UK drill to soulful R&B, I use sound to tell stories that wake the soul, call out the system, and celebrate the unseen.

Genres: Hip-Hop, Drill, R&B, Soul, Spoken Word
All lyrics written by me | All beats created with AI
Themes: Awakening, Zion, Elohim, Truth vs. Illusion
Global sound – From Birmingham to Lagos to New York

If you're looking for music that means something, you're in the right place.
Subscribe. Share. Tap in.
Truth is rising… and this is the sound of its return.
Funky Ptah

Empire of Bones and Guilt

G-01 AI productions, AI Singers and Beats

Recent comments

TOBIE TUCKER

TOBIE TUCKER

Related tracks