@sophia-g-wilson: thanks Suno AI did the beat and singing i wrote the lyrics

Same Path, Same Curse is a lyrical warning carved in stone and soul.
This rap confronts the generational cycle of pride, violence, and blindness — the loop we walk when we refuse to learn from the past. It's a call to break the curse, to stop walking roads paved by the downfall of our ancestors and start seeking the golden crown instead of falling with the iron and clay feet.

Old wounds in new shoes still bleed.
But the ones with vision… rewrite the map.

Same Path, Same Curse

Almost Love is that final realisation — the kind of connection that looks, sounds, even feels like love... but don’t carry the weight. It’s the groove of heartbreak without bitterness. Still dancing. Still glowing. But wiser.

Almost Love

A slick, soul-soaked spin on the iconic classic.
Billie Jean (Step Lightly turns the moonwalk into a metaphor for deception—how some love moves like truth but disappears on impact. This version brings funky house rhythm to a cautionary tale of glitz, charm, and ghosts in heels. Smooth, sharp, unforgettable.

Billie Jean (Step Lightly)

Fade to Gold is that final act of strength — where sorrow becomes soul, and heartbreak becomes heat. With jazzy brass stabs, vintage textures, upright bass and smoky vocals, it channels Amy Winehouse energy into a redemption story. This is the black that glows. This is how we rise.



Fade to Gold

Straight from Daniel 4, this is the tale of a king who fell from glory into madness — not for punishment, but for purification. It’s a warning to every throne and system that forgets the Most High. Pride builds empires. But humility builds truth.

Daniel 4, The Madness of Kings

Time Is Money

The 10 Soul Commandments are in a slow, smooth, spiritual mix and soulfully precise. Each commandment flips worldly thinking into divine truth.
Not from a pulpit — from the heart. This track teaches you how to walk true in a world of lies, without losing your essence.

10 Soul Commandments-Slow Jam Mix

[Intro]
Yeah, Lone Star on my chest, but the globe keeps the lights on—ride with me.

[Verse 1]
Boots hit the floor, coffee steam—Guatemala in the cup, Texas dreams. Zipper says YKK from Osaka steel, railmen in Gujarat load up the deal. Toast = Kansas wheat, Bahrain salt, freight so strong my F-250 hauls. Cobalt for my phone from Congo mines, lithium pulled where the Andes shine. Patriot stance but I tip my brim to the labor overseas that keeps life primed; every tick on the clock got a passport stamp, global hustle pumps my Fort Worth amp.

[Hook]
Every mile a gift—hands across the map, liberty we lift—can’t nobody cap that; docks to the crops to the code in the cloud, salute your grind, lone and loud.

[Verse 2]
Noon heat, H-Town streets, groceries chilled by a reefer fleet; Jersey barcode ballet beeps, Provence lavender scents my sheets. Rotterdam clerks trace nautical lines, Santos stevedores stack iron spines; I pledge allegiance to the grind and the flag, because freedom rides on the shoulders of the working class.

[Bridge – call & response]
Halifax lobster crews
WE SEE YA, THANKS!
Dhaka denim blues
WE SEE YA, THANKS!
Night-shift code over Dublin skies, fruit-stand poets where Oaxaca lies. Pantry passport shows your names; Lone Star love in global frames.

[Final Hook]
Every mile a gift—Texas keep it lit, may our porch-light beam repay a bit—worldwide hustle, red-white-blue, gratitude screwed and chopped right through.

Global Hustle  [free download]

This song is born from the regret I carry for not being there when my mother died. I wasn’t strong enough to face it, and that truth still tears at me. It feels like the man I was then wasn’t truly me—just a shell watching life from the side lines. I wrote this to give voice to the pain, to honour the love I never fully showed, and to capture that memory before it fades into dust. This is my way of saying what I couldn’t back then.

My Regret - That Wasn’t Me

I love my fathers people and nation, and i hope one day the true image of the 4th beast be revealed as the image of God the red and ruddy people of Israel Babylon

Track 9 - Africa Reborn

Strings on My Soul - is a raw lyrical confrontation between the programmed mind and the awakening soul. Told in two distinct voices, the obedient puppet and the rising divine self—this track unravels the silent strings of control: shame, fear, and generational conditioning. With each verse, the soul cuts deeper through the lies, reclaiming truth, breath, and identity. The flow builds like a storm within, culminating in a powerful final hook that marks the end of submission and the rebirth of selfhood. A fusion of righteous defiance and poetic fire, this is not just a song, it’s a spiritual severance.

Strings on My Soul

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

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Strings on My Soul

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