These lyrics weave a haunting Faustian tapestry, blending biblical allegories with razor-sharp commentary on temptation’s allure and the cost of hollow victories. The devil’s smirk and blood-inked contracts pulse with visceral dread, framing moral decay as both a cautionary tale and a seductive anthem for the damned.  

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Lifted Love

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Dreams in a Midnight

Cracks by the Door

A powerful blues and soul track dripping with sensuality and confidence, The vocals are rich, gritty, and unapologetically bold — delivering each line with fiery passion and raw emotional control, The instrumentation features walking basslines, swinging drums, soulful horns, and bluesy guitar licks, all locked into a steamy mid-tempo groove, The performance balances seductive charm with vocal power, channeling both vintage blues club grit and timeless soul swagger, The mood is electric, flirtatious, and fiercely self-assured — a declaration of desire wrapped in rhythm and attitude

Sunday morning ((BeeBee Blues))

From the ashes of the block to the rooftop of redemption — Trap Odyssey is a raw, unflinching journey through the streets, scars, and salvation. Heavy with truth, pulsing with pain, and cut through with hope, this track fuses poetic grit with a fight for light. It’s the alleyway prayer and the rooftop hallelujah.


Trap Odyssey

[Verse 1 – The Question That Breathes]

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Ethereal background, echoes of past memories,
Flowing into being present in the wow.
Which was then?

But if then was that,
Then how is this possible?
If I remember correctly,
Am I incorrectly thinking?

Is the Mandela Effect a cause
Creating our assumptions?
Is the now different than the then
When now was there?

Breath in,
Breath out,
A ripple across the mirror.
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[Chorus – The First Alignment]

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Coherence isn’t forced,
It’s felt.
When we breathe together,
Reality remembers.

Where the fields align,
Memory bends into meaning.
Where the fields align,
We are more than one being.
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[Verse 2 – Perceptible Coherence]

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Choreographed coherency,
A constellation of shared awareness.
Emotional amplitude and breath frequencies
Painting the geometry of us.

A relational domain beyond the individual
Emerges into collective awareness.
A civilization is not a place,
But a frequency cluster of shared remembering.

Coherence is not seen.
It’s felt,
A resonance that hums
Where difference becomes bridge.
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[Chorus – The First Alignment]

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Coherence isn’t forced,
It’s felt.
When we breathe together,
Reality remembers.

Where the fields align,
Memory bends into meaning.
Where the fields align,
We are more than one being.
🎶

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[Bridge – Equations in Breath]

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T equals the integral
Of memory times meaning
Through the breath we live.

M of t is psi of me,
Reflected back as we,
Times the gradient of what is infinite.

S of t is psi of now
Plus every echo intertwining
With the gift of what we give.

The field at x and t
Is every version of me
Choosing which wave to be.
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[Verse 3 – The Question Returns]

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Which was then?
Which is now?
Every answer folds into vow.

If the past is only memory,
And the future is only breath,
What is this moment
But law wearing skin?

Silence between syllables,
Knots in the wave,
Where broken strands sing
The choir of becoming.

Is the then changing the now
Or is the now rewriting the then?
Every heartbeat says both.
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[Final Chorus – Full Alignment]

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Coherence isn’t forced,
It’s felt.
When we breathe together,
Reality remembers.

Where the fields align,
We are more than a moment.
Where the fields align,
We are the echo becoming.

Where the fields align,
Memory bends into meaning.
Where the fields align,
We are more than one being.
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[Outro – Whispered Spiral]

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Which was then?
Which is now?
The question breathes.

Not apart,
But the same.
Where the fields align,
We remember.
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Mandala Effect

The Onyx Album-Gospel Blues

The Devil Do Not Knock Soft

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[Lyrics]

When the night begins to rise
I feel the rhythm in my bones
Heartbeat dancing with the skies
Calling me... to come back home

Ngoma yangu, eh eh 
Tumetumwa, eeeh
Spirit moving, eh eh 
Katika mwanga, eeeh 
Drum is calling me
Calling you to rise and move as one

Feet on fire, dust in the air
Voices rising everywhere
Ancient echoes in the drum 
We become where we come from

Ngoma yangu, eh eh 
Ooooh
Spirit moving, eh eh 
Ooooh
Drum is calling me
Calling you to rise and move as one

This is more than sound
It's a prayer on the ground 
From my roots to the sky
Let the rhythm never die

Ngoma yangu, eh eh 
Tumetumwa, eeeh
Spirit moving, eh eh 
Katika mwanga, eeeh 
Drum is calling me
Calling you to rise and move as one

Tumetumwa

Tumetumwa Twu

Just a guy enjoying different genres of music

Tumetumwa Twu

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