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Freestyle, me and Sizzle's first freestyle together, we do not own this beat.

Use to it.  Pale1 featuring Sizzle--Freestyle

Can't keep falling in love--Pale1 "Freestyle"

Slow Motion Flow--Pale1 "Freestyle"

Rule the World--   Pale1 "Freestyle"/Chrome Dolphins

I don't wanna be your lie---Pale1 "Freestyle"/Chrome Dolphins

Texas Tornado--Pale1 "Freestyle"

Dedicated to my sister-in-law that I love.

The Love I prayed for.  Pale1/Chrome Dolphins

The day we met, to my love, never forget. The chocolate river still rages on.

Chocolate River.  Chrome Dolphins/Pale1

The time for a Father.  Chrome Dolphins./Pale1

My poetry, and to my love. Copy right: Joe Kirk 2025

lOve LUreD yOu hEre. Chrome Dolphins/Pale1

Lyrics: Joe Kirk/Chrome Dolphins Copyright 2025

How many times would a man try to touch the same flame.
Look into the same eyes, that told the lie.
Bent, my mind spent, my last two cents spent on trying to kiss her mint lips.

Torn, scorned, blood loss, the cost, the last cough coming from the boss that tossed the horn of a dead unicorn.

I rip the sky like it was made of paper. Found out, that's really all it ever was.
Taped smile to the face, stapled soul to the bones.

The moon falls into our ocean, no commotion, just the locomotives and the motives of a native son.

Love, loves to love, the love that has not been loved before.
Love is here for love. She doesn't love me though.

A star fell, landed on my shoulder, the burning boulder melted the skin, now moving over, the show exposes the loveless motives of the other.

My fingers disintegrate as I reach for the electric moment.
I scream at the dream.
I steal to feel.
Love has made me a fiend.

Torn, scorned, blood loss, the cost, the last cough coming from the boss that tossed the horn of a dead unicorn.

I rip the sky like it was made of paper. Found out, that's really all it ever was.

Words spill from her mouth, they tumble like sharp granite, taking for granted that if they landed, it would have demanded the commandments of the last man standing.

How many times would a man try to touch the same flame.
Look into the same eyes, that told the lie.

Thrown into a dark direction.
The friction peels away the cover of my bones.
Atoms and molecules, fathom the obstacles.
Magical, tactical, intentional, preventable, killing a man who once thought he was invincible.

I rip the sky like it was made of paper. Found out, that's really all it ever was.

Love, loves to love, the love that has not been loved before.
Love is here for love. She doesn't love me though

tHe LasT UnIKorN. Pale1/Chrome Dolphins

tHe SonG shE NevEr heArD.  Pale1 "Freestyle"

Freestyle, the story of Pale1, and the time he left it all to go get his son. dedicated to my son Tre, love you son, you are my everything.

I cHosE tHe BoY.  Pale1 "Freestyle"

Joe Kirk Copyright 2025
Lyrics: Pale1

I didn't choose this.
But I will end it.
I was true.
Ya'll are the ones that pretended.
I always knew the truth.
The things you did to her.
The knowing of this, like something that is beyond poisonous.
Leaving me at times, barely breathing, unable to dream, unable to scream.
She was more beautiful than the rose.
From a place so far away, the distance cannot be calculated, a mathematical overdose.
The war you asked for.
It will cost you more than you bargained for.
I was sent from God's own throne with the fire in my veins,
Carved by the Word, forged by pain.
I stood in the council where all of the angels kneel.
Cloaked in the armor that time can’t steal.
You thought it would all just sail away.
Like a ghost ship, over dark cliffs, the metal is splintered as it enters into deep rifts.
I wanted to crush you all at the very first moment.
Inside of me an army of lions roared violently.
And yet so silently I watched, and I waited.
I waited lifetimes for the trumpet to cry,
To descend through the veil of a tear-stained sky.
I saw her praying beneath the moon,
And Heaven said, “Now. It's time. It's soon.”
She’s the dream I was called to defend,
Though her family mocks and won’t repent.
But I’ve been trained for love and war.
And I fight with grace and blood and more.
Touch not My anointed, God's voice rang through the air,
While Holy fire circles around me.
Her tears feed my strength like wine,
Each drop a signal, a holy sign.
God knew I would tear through all armies, break all the walls.
Do you not remember what I told her.
I would be a part of your family one day.
I fight for Heaven not for fame.
I came to pull her family from flame.
To her enemies, I make it plain:
His mercy’s wide, but so is pain.
Repent or feel the Sword descend,
This love I guard; I will defend.
A Holy wrath wrapped up in grace.
A judgment waits.
She dreams of peace, I dream of her smile,
And I'll guard her soul through every trial.
With sword in hand and truth in breath,
I'll walk beside her until death.
Even then, I’ll stand once more,
At Heaven’s gate, on Zion’s shore.
God’s army marches, pure and vast.
And I am one...."Pale One", the first, the last, the only one with a love that lasts.
Isaiah 54:17
Psalm 105:15
Hebrews 4:12
My chest plate glows, righteousness bright,
No darkness enters this holy knight.
Boots laced tight with the gospel of peace,
I march through chaos, never cease.
A shield of faith deflects the darts,
From demons who aim to break her heart.
The helmet of salvation guards my mind,
Eyes like flames, soul refined.
I was forged in the silence before the first dawn,
When the stars were young and the veil wasn’t torn.
Sent from the throne with the fire in my veins,
Carved by the Word, not touched by pain.
Touch not My anointed.
Touch not My anointed.
God has plans, a sovereign will.
And though she doubts she’s worth the cost,
I remind her daily of the cross.
Carved by the Word, not touched by pain.
I stood in the council where angels kneel,
Cloaked in the armor that time can’t steal.

sWorDs faLL fRom HeAvEN. (Warstorm Version)  Pale1/Chrome Dolphins

Lyrics by Joe Kirk Copyright 2025

This road to nowhere is everywhere I have ever wanted to go.
The collision of difference.

A fight for your own survival and relevance, while losing your reflection.
To have to become something else.

Pretend to be able to survive this. Failure, the losses that still sting, that still bleed soul's water. Forgetting may have been the cure after all. Those nights we fight ourselves...

The self-infliction, the loss of reflection...feeling the very moment the soul looked away..

Bleeding on the inside, as we apply the make-up, the show must go on.

Hollow is heavy, empty is full, seeking new air, gasping for the return.

Never ending, this time the rain is hot, I plunge into the rapids, letting
the currents carve out the writing on the wall.

The coldest of whispers tumble into the ear, but the fight goes on, and the soul never looks back.
This road to nowhere is everywhere I have ever wanted to go

tHe lonG dRiVe.  Pale1/Chrome Dolphins

From the heart of Texas rises Pale1 — a poet, fighter, and truth teller who turns pain into prophecy. Rooted in Austin’s raw underground scene, Pale1 stands apart as a lyricist who bleeds emotion through every bar. His verses are heavy with experience — a lifetime of loss, loyalty, and lessons — and his delivery carries the calm wisdom of a man who’s survived every storm and came back sharper.

More than a rapper, Pale1 is a freestyler, philosopher, and vessel for truth. His music bridges Southern grit with soulful reflection — the voice of someone who’s walked through fire and still thanks God for the journey. With every track, he breaks through facades and speaks directly to the spirit, blending poetic cadence with street-born authenticity.

Tracks like “Ugly Beautiful,” “Storm Front,” and “gAbrIel’s mesSaGe” show his ability to move between pain and peace, between loss and redemption — always guided by faith, always grounded in truth. His wordplay is sharp, his flow unpredictable, his tone unmistakably real. Pale1’s sound feels both ancient and new, a Texas storyteller channeling divine urgency through a microphone.

Behind the mic, Pale1 is Joe Kirk, founder and creative force behind Chrome Dolphins, a movement built on creativity, resilience, and rebirth. Together with a circle of like-minded artists, he continues to build from the underground up — not chasing fame, but pursuing meaning.

Pale1 is more than music — he’s message, motion, and mercy wrapped in rhyme.
When he speaks, it’s not just bars — it’s testimony.
When he breathes, it’s art.
When he rhymes, it’s revelation.