ayy this came out tuff as fuck all the opps better watch out before i shoot they asses

glashier

THIS SOME GANGSTA SHIT ON JOD I USED SOUNDTRAP BECAUSE THE GANSTAS USE THE SHIET IM SO HAPPY TODAY GANSTA WE IN  THE HOOD FOR REAL FR GRATATATA

I am VERY happy today!!!!

Tweet Tweet! I hope you like my new song! Tweet Tweet Twaddle

birds of a fether

ONMI MAN

In the gritty heart of the city, amidst dilapidated buildings adorned with the vibrant colors of graffiti, there was a nest tucked away in the corner of a crumbling fire escape. It belonged to a family of blue jays, among them a young fledgling named Jay-J. Unlike his siblings, Jay-J was born with a weak wing that bent awkwardly and kept him from flying as effortlessly as the others. His first attempt at flight was more of a tumble, a fall from the nest that landed him in the rough alleyways of the ghetto below.

The streets of the city were unforgiving. Every day was a battle for survival. Jay-J, grounded and vulnerable, learned quickly to navigate the perils of his concrete jungle. He wasn't like other blue jays, soaring high with dreams that touched the sky; his dreams had to be pursued in the hustle of the sidewalk cracks and hidden corners.

But Jay-J had a secret weapon, an unexpected gift that none in his family could have predicted — he had a voice and a knack for rhythm. He started mimicking the sounds of the streets, the beat of footsteps, the slam of car doors, and the distant echoes of music pouring out of open windows. He didn't just mimic; he synthesized these sounds into something unique, turning the harsh noises of his environment into flowing melodies and sharp-witted rhymes.

At first, he performed for no one but the stray cats and the scurrying rats. Then, the other birds began to notice. They perched above him on power lines, their heads tilting in curiosity and admiration. Word spread from sparrow to pigeon, from cardinal to crow, about the little blue jay who turned the cacophony of the streets into captivating songs.

A wandering human, a producer who had seen his fair share of undiscovered talent, stopped in his tracks one day, mesmerized by Jay-J's performance on an abandoned stoop. He saw not just a bird, but a storyteller, a poet of the urban landscape. With the help of his new human friend, Jay-J recorded his first track, "Wings of Concrete," a blend of hip-hop beats and the raw, emotional recount of his life on the streets.

"Wings of Concrete" was a viral sensation, resonating with many who saw their struggles reflected in Jay-J’s words. It climbed music charts, surprising critics and fans alike with its depth and authenticity. Jay-J became known not just as a bird who couldn't fly, but as an artist who soared beyond the conventional limits of what a blue jay from the ghetto could achieve.

Tours followed, interviews, and even a documentary. Jay-J never forgot where he came from, using his fame to shine a light on the overlooked corners of the city, advocating for the animals and people living in conditions like the ones he had overcome. He funded shelters and provided resources, always reminding his listeners that it wasn't just about where you were flying, but about what you did on the ground.

Jay-J’s journey taught him that sometimes, being thrown out of the nest isn't a curse but an invitation to find your own path, to build your own nest, in ways no one could predict. His music kept pulsing through the heart of the city, a reminder of the beauty that can come from the toughest places, flying on wings made not of feathers, but of hope and resilience.

Interlude Cranvival [by Bluejaj me]

i just took a hunnid cock spent it on sum bitch

fint lockwüd

Tweet twet! Make room for another singele! 

Blujayosene

it a brand new world for a band new little blue jay

BRAND NEW BLUE JAYY!!!!!!!!!!

life was cruel to me so i ate the lemons im no bitch thats tuff

LIL BLUJAY

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