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I heard they call the dove a symbol,
All pale wings and borrowed holiness,
But I’ve seen how its promises loosen
When the seasons shift.
Soft feathers don’t always keep faith warm.

And the swan—
Beautiful, yes.
Necks curved like a whispered promise,
Bodies moving like water learned a love language.
But even swans wander,
Even swans drift from the vows they made at dawn
And return at dusk pretending nothing changed.

But the raven—
The raven never leaves the one he chooses.
He stands beside her through every winter,
Raises every child,
Shields every small heartbeat that holds their likeness.
When she’s gone,
He doesn’t search for a replacement;
He pours the rest of his years
Into the young she left behind—
Grandchildren, great-grandchildren,
Strays gathered from storms
And folded into the same wide loyalty
That shaped his life.

He becomes the quiet backbone of his clan,
A shadow that watches without turning away,
A sentinel of devotion
With no audience,
No applause,
Just purpose.

And when he calls—
Not soft, not gentle,
But layered, resonant,
A sound carved from history—
You can hear how deep love can live
Without needing spectacle.
You can hear a promise
That never learned how to break.

People forget this:
Light doesn’t equal purity.
Dark doesn’t equal doom.
Some hearts shine brightest
Under wings that never needed white to feel holy.

And truthfully—
Most of us would become better lovers,
Better partners,
Better guardians,
If we lived even one lifetime
With a raven’s certainty.

A heart that chooses once.
A heart that stays.
A heart that protects everything
Born from its one true yes.


---



Ravenheart

this is for everyone, from the people who rarely ever mentioned me in casual conversation to the people who were rushing their best friends to my page.

thank you all.

you mean the world to me.

:)

family (prod. purpan)

stumble, shoulder check the bouncer on the way out
I aint had enough until I lost this raincloud
have it my way like I'm frankie, boy
mom I'm fine, I'm only druggin on weekends
Off the deep end, I aint been sleepin,
Man i'm not done drinking
cut a line, self-loathing creeping
find me a european
call me a spic, gimmie a fuckin reason
Im brown, bitter, and seething.
eager to serve beatings
half nicaraguan, half puerto rican
wassup Trump?
dirty fingernails, a shot glass, a text from amanda
shoulda just stayed home and wrote stanzas
bitch im cancer. bloody knuckles and witty banter
pity standard. write in sanskrit
pander to wrong livin and right answers
kissin on cold women
strangle my old self by lit candle
brace for impact, im clutching handles
check the chip tooth smile
throwin shade like its goin outta style
concrete shame, waitin on a trial
chip on my shoulders, im over mild
over reacting, over zealous child
over worked and under satiated
fuck the world my official statement
you 808's im late registration or maybe graduation
homie this is basic
gravitating on my final straw of patience
leave a kardashian without a facelift
hazy mental, whiskey, denim, and some perky tits
pop a percocet, my pertinence is permanent
proving grounds, poems are pestilence
on my pedestal
im heaven sent

Never thought I’d see the day - - dialogues turnin gray
This talking shit is nonsense; use my eyes to communicate
Shorty’s eyes dilated, compensate me for the time she wasted
No red pill gon save you from the matrix
Agent Smith rocking hoes sans the latex
Hit neo wit a suplex
Fits of violence and great sex; aint showing up without a pay check
cant find my kicks at payless
50 paces west; turn n shoot
On my [ready to die], just [gimmie the loot] - - I’m murder proof
Call me Bishop bitch, I got the juice - - act tough and lose a tooth
In hot pursuit of money, bitches, and yeezy boosts
An inconvenient truth, this intravenous vibe
[victory] in my arteries, reporting live
Recording ordinance, gods reply
Wack rappers sounding so contrived – I don’t know how to lie
Losing brain cells chasing that first high
Mr west told me to touch the sky
4 deep, rolling up and puffing la
Apologize to ma
A sober mind don’t keep me somber, sovereign status strengthened over time
Difference in love and lust - - a fine line
Rather malt liquor over wine
Decepticon hunting energon
Rap divine - - in my prime 
Hoping satan got complacent by the time I die
-looking to overthrow the throne
-show up to hell like daddys home
-rapping monotone, call me hodgy, feel my mind gone
-only the based god can stop me, this the terror dome
-a public enemy, a crown of thorns
The world aint ever getting moved by poems
-but I could tell you some that saved my soul 
I need a whiskey double, order up
Bitch I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough 


Happy Hour [prod. by ezekey(▰˘◡˘▰)]

https://youtu.be/-MuhzM2lK-M

LYRICS
[verse]
ive been writing this 
for five days 
straght 
and now its done 
now 
all commotion 
tends to stop now 
charka blocked out 
my singing voice 
is feeling pretty
aired my lungs out 
ya claimed ya guns out 
but you don't know 
I ain't scared of no 
nigga no no 
so close ya mouth 

or lower yo tone 
people watching 
they taking photos 
please no no 

[Hook]
and i know i tell ya its 
whatever but I promise you 
it's not 
cause really in reality 
theirs anger in my thoughts 
people quick to sack a 
nigga 
they can stay up in the 
box 
in they box 

[Verse]
so who's really better 
who's sicker than 
tragic 
done found the 
flavor 
my 
rythems make magic 
got like 6 real friends
fantastic 
got like 8 real fans 
who gassing 
me 
I say no one 
my flexing lacking 
need tips from hogan 
oppose oppents 
talk slow ya choking 
nature the slogan 
my roster sliming I mess with 
no one 

good tweaks for coping
yeah yeah 

I peeped the notions 
yeah yeah 

hate all my coaches 
yeah yeah 

[Hook]
and i know i tell ya its 
whatever but I promise you 
it's not 
cause really in reality 
theirs anger in my thoughts 
people quick to sack a 
nigga 
they can stay up in the 
box 
in they box 

[Verse]
I pray they voting 
David coolest 
rapper ever ever 
like my sweater 
with some stripes 
but never 
any leather 
like it better 
with the weather 
kinda warmer 
never stressing keep 
my hair I'm never homer 
I got the drive 
of a locomotive 
just take a trip with me 
hear my motor 
go 
sing them harmonies to my favorite 
girl 
never stressing it long 
as I'm with her 

[Hook]
and i know i tell ya its 
whatever but I promise you 
it's not 
cause really in reality 
theirs anger in my thoughts 
people quick to sack a 
nigga 
they can stay up in the 
box 
in they box

cabinets [prod.JJ Infamous] [VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION]

"I knew this fly flowerchild that had a vibe like no other, to the riverbank we went. To talk about God's creations, the cosmos & to just let the time pass."

THIS IS HER STORY.

Thank you guys so much for 2K.

Featuring the incredible : @curtistootrill
Produced by the phenomenal : @tomppabeats

Follow IG : @squared313
Follow Twitter : @SquaredGolden

#DUSTERA #ForeverGolden

flowerchild (riverbank) feat. curtis roach [prod. TOMPPABEATS]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6i5OFAQdqs

prod. by south.vibe 
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli at Old Bill Studios.
artwork by HUE.

@southvb
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

shifting sands and shrinking plans
in these injured hands; kick the crabs in the bucket. 
happy enough in the shack, slacking and slumped in his habits
gagging to covet trapped in a parish of puppets...
fuck it. 
this ain't nothing but a test
lover running for the best, covers flooding on the chest. 
sullen and depressed 
words woven just to wipe away the woe... to find the face.
he cried for days still, 

silent sneers chime in titans ears 
and kids still grapple with the shadows in their bunk beds.
the sands flow like rivers until the sun sets. 
the sands flow like rivers until the sun rests. 
'nough stress as the clock face screams
so we puff cest for the lost day dreams, like...

with this song he put the ruby to the lip. 
tongue tied lucy on the tip. 
dumb fights, mum cried, lucy in the whip. 
apple of the eye and now he chewing on the pip. 

every day same old shit different day now.
all the grey clouds stay; shamed as rain pounds. 
chained down by fate paved since the stained gown. 

it's february again.

f e b r u a r y    a g a i n  /// south.vibe (video in bio)

i don’t know man, just me and some girl (prod. Dirty Art Club)

sorry for such a long wait, but I'm back
DRUMS BY MAJORA 
SAMPLES
Playboi Carti - Let It Go 
Khai Dreams - Summer Is Like A Dream

Happy Hour [prod. by ezekey(▰˘◡˘▰)]

ONODERA

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