Name: America In Peril by R3Zondo
Duration: 3 min 47 s
Description: In Peril is a soulful anthem of resistance, exposing injustice and the dangers of oppressive leadership. It calls for awareness, unity, and change, blending raw emotion with r&b and jazz infused storytelling to inspire hope and action.

In Peril is a soulful anthem of resistance, exposing injustice and the dangers of oppressive leadership. It calls for awareness, unity, and change, blending raw emotion with r&b and jazz infused storytelling to inspire hope and action.

America In Peril

Radio silence, nothing but ghosts,
Fading like echoes, lost in the cold.
Radio silence, turning to stone,
Waiting for someone to call me back home.

They spoke in echoes, once so bright,
A love that shimmered in the night.
But now the static fills the air,
Two hearts that whisper in despair.

A spark became a careless fight,
A matchstick flared, then lost its light.
Words once tender, sharp as glass,
Cut too deep, too soon to pass.

Radio silence, nothing but ghosts,
Fading like echoes, lost in the cold.
Radio silence, turning to stone,
Waiting for someone to call me back home.

They watch the clock but make no move,
Each waiting for the other’s proof
That love remains, that pride will bend,
That silence isn’t how this ends.

Yet stubborn hands refuse to write,
And stubborn lips stay locked up tight.
Two souls adrift in hurt and doubt,
Both craving words they go without.

Radio silence, nothing but ghosts,
Fading like echoes, lost in the cold.
Radio silence—turning to stone,
Waiting for someone to call me back home…

Radio Silence

Each day begins, the same old refrain,
Caught in a loop of joy and pain.
Coffee steams while the hours crawl,
Every step’s a shadow on a tired wall.
I’m walking streets that once felt alive,
Now they whisper secrets of a dream that died.

But deep inside, there’s a fire that glows,
A silent call that only I know.
I’m yearning for more than these muted scenes
A burst of light to shatter these routines.

Resuscitate me, bring me back to life,
Ignite my soul like a neon light.
Lift me higher from this endless night
Resuscitate me, make everything feel right.

The words I speak, they lose their spark,
Drowning in echoes, fading in the dark.
I’m ready to break from this worn out play,
To write new lines in a brighter day.
I crave a twist, a leap, a daring flight,
Where every breath sings in pure delight.

I feel that pull, a surge of raw desire,
A spark that fuels a rising fire.
Uncharted roads and skies untamed,
Calling me to live unashamed.

Resuscitate me, bring me back to life,
Ignite my soul like a neon light.
Lift me higher from this endless night
Resuscitate me, make everything feel right.

No more chains of yesterday,
I’m chasing dreams that light the way.
Let passion rise, let wonder reign
I’ll break free from this mundane.

Resuscitate me, set my heart ablaze,
Lead me through a brand new phase.
I’m alive, ready for a wild, new chase,
Resuscitate me, and save me from this haze.

Resuscitate Me

The echoes linger, sharp and cruel,
A whisper twisted into a tool.
The game was rigged before it began,
Yet still, I reached—believed, I ran.

A promise carved in fleeting light,
Turned shadows deep within the night.
A hand once warm, now cold with greed,
A silent cut that watched me bleed.

Foul play, I hear them say,
Smoke and mirrors, debt to pay.
They took their shot, they played their part,
But they can’t steal what’s left of my heart.

They smiled as they pulled the thread,
Laughed while all my faith lay dead.
Their words like honey, laced with lies,
Reflected back in hollow eyes.

The rules were never made for me,
Just bait to drown in false decree.
I played it fair, I gave my trust,
Yet all they left was dust to dust.

Foul play, I hear them say,
Smoke and mirrors, debt to pay.
They took their shot, they played their part,
But they can’t steal what’s left of my heart.

But from the wreckage, I still rise,
With wounded hands and burning eyes.
For though they stole, they could not take
The fire that learns from each heartbreak.

Foul play, foul play,
You can’t win when you walk away.
Foul play, foul play,
But I still rise, I still stay.

Foul Play

There’s something inside you, a whisper so faint
A shadow that lingers, but never explains
You turn from the echoes, you hide from the signs
But they’ve always been there, just under your mind

You feel what they’re thinking, it’s pulling you near
The weight of their silence is crystal clear
But you shake it away, like the wind in the trees
Afraid of the power, afraid to believe

You are holding a secret inside
That you don’t even know is alive
It bends all the air, it changes the tide
You make the unseen come to life

Visions like ripples that dance in the dark
They pull you in closer, then tear you apart
A glimpse of tomorrow, a past left untied
The threads start to weave, but you cover your eyes

You feel what they’re thinking, it’s pulling you near
The weight of their silence is crystal clear
But you shake it away, like the wind in the trees
Afraid of the power, afraid to believe

You are holding a secret inside
That you don’t even know is alive
It bends all the air, it changes the tide
You make the unseen come to life

What if the dreams were never just dreams?
What if the pull is more than it seems?
What if your thoughts are shaping the sky?
Calling the storm, making it rise?

You are holding a secret inside
That you don’t even know is alive
It bends all the air, it changes the tide
You make the unseen come to life

You make the unseen come to life…
You make the unseen…

The Secret You Keep

I sat in the quiet, the walls pressing in
A takeout box waiting, but I don’t give in
The scent fills the air, but it’s heavy with doubt
A voice in my head says, “You should go without”

I’ve carried the weight, I’ve given so much
But when it comes to me, I always lose touch
I tell myself, “It’s not my turn,”
Like I have to fight for what I should have learned

Deserving, maybe it’s not something you earn
Maybe it’s something you learn to allow
Deserving, maybe the love I give away
Should find its way back to me somehow

The meal’s still warm, but my hands feel cold
A war in my chest between young and old
The stories I’ve told myself start to unwind
What if I’m allowed to be gentle this time?

I’ve carried the weight, I’ve given so much
But when it comes to me, I always lose touch
I tell myself, “It’s not my turn,”
Like I have to fight for what I should have learned

Deserving, maybe it’s not something you earn
Maybe it’s something you learn to allow
Deserving, maybe the love I give away
Should find its way back to me somehow

What if I put down the weight I hold?
What if the fight is just getting old?
What if I whisper instead of scream
“I am enough, I deserve to be seen…”

Deserving, maybe it’s not something you earn
Maybe it’s something you learn to allow
Deserving, maybe the love I give away
Should find its way back to me somehow

I close my eyes, I take a breath
The world still turns, there’s nothing left
But the taste of kindness on my tongue
And the quiet sound…
Of finally holding on

Deserving

A beer after work, just a way to unwind
A whiskey on weekends, thought I’d be fine
A nightcap to help when my mind won’t be still
Didn’t see the moment it turned to a hill

The hours between, they stretch like a curse
Sober’s a prison, the pain only worse
So I pour another, let it burn down my throat
It’s a lover, a liar, but it’s all that I know

The bottle don’t judge, it don’t ask why
It don’t care when I break down and cry
It don’t remind me of bridges I burned
Or the family that left when I couldn’t return

Tomorrow, I’ll stop but tonight, I just need one more
Tomorrow, I’ll stop but I said that the night before
I see myself in the glass, but I don’t know that man
Tell me when tomorrow begins, ‘cause I don’t think I can

My hands start to shake when the morning light hits
A fistful of guilt, but it don’t make me quit
I whisper a prayer, but the whiskey talks back
Says, “I’m all that you’ve got, boy, so don’t turn your back”

The phone doesn’t ring, guess they finally gave up
Ain’t no one to save me, not even my blood
So I drown every thought that I don’t wanna feel
But when the buzz fades, I know this ain’t real

The bottle don’t flinch, it don’t tell lies
It don’t ask when I lost the light in my eyes
It don’t remind me of what I became
Or the boy I once was before drowning in pain

Tomorrow, I’ll stop but tonight, I just need one more
Tomorrow, I’ll stop but I said that the night before
I see myself in the glass, but I don’t know that man
Tell me when tomorrow begins, ‘cause I don’t think I can

I know this ain’t living, I know this ain’t right
But I ain’t got the strength to put up a fight
The sun’s coming up, guess I’ll try again
But tonight I just need to pretend

Tomorrow, I’ll stop but tonight, I just need one more
Tomorrow, I’ll stop but I said that the night before
I see myself in the glass, but I don’t know that man
Tell me when tomorrow begins… ‘cause I don’t think I can

Tomorrow, I’ll Stop

Worked all week, been grindin’ hard,
Boss man’s got me punchin’ that card.
Come Friday night, I cut it loose,
Slip on my boots and sip that juice.

A barlight glow, a little rock ‘n’ roll,
A honky-tonk fire burnin’ in my soul!

I drink whiskey on the weekends, let the good times roll,
Two-step with a lady ‘til the last call’s told.
A little jukebox singin’, a little barroom buzz,
I drink whiskey on the weekends, just because!

Saturday mornin’ might come too fast,
But I ain’t worried ‘bout the night that passed.
Gonna saddle back up, do it all again,
With a round for me and a round for my friends!

A barlight glow, a little rock ‘n’ roll,
A honky-tonk fire burnin’ in my soul!

I drink whiskey on the weekends, let the good times roll,
Two-step with a lady ‘til the last call’s told.
A little jukebox singin’, a little barroom buzz,
I drink whiskey on the weekends, just because!

Sunday mornin’, prayin’ for grace,
Might be a sinner but I love this place!
Monday’s comin’, but ‘til it begins,
I’ll raise my glass and toast again!

I drink whiskey on the weekends, let the good times roll,
Two-step with a lady ‘til the last call’s told.
A little jukebox singin’, a little barroom buzz,
I drink whiskey on the weekends, just because!

Yeah, I drink whiskey on the weekends,
Lord knows I do…
Now somebody pour me another,
And let’s dance till two!

Whiskey On The Weekends

We built houses made of stone, but never called them home
Filled our days with empty things, but still feel so alone
We talk too much, but say too little, words just pass us by
Chasing days that slip like shadows, never asking why

We’ve added years to life, but not life to years
Measured time in numbers, but not in tears
We make a living, but not a life
Trading love for things that shine

We built walls around our hearts, now there’s no way inside
Kept our distance for so long, we forgot how to try
We watch the world from windowpanes, afraid to step too near
Adding time to every hour, but not the things that matter here

We’ve added years to life, but not life to years
Measured time in numbers, but not in tears
We make a living, but not a life
Trading love for things that shine

Maybe love is something simple
Maybe time ain’t ours to keep
Maybe silence holds the answers
Maybe we are half-asleep

We’ve added years to life, but not life to years
Running out of moments while we disappear

Life To Years

Woke up sinking in a quiet flood,
Scrolling through a life I’ll never touch.
Pixel-perfect, picture frames,
A hundred faces, but none with names.

I give too much, I change too fast,
Tried to fit in, but I never last.
I carry the weight of a world that won’t see,
But who’s left to carry me?

Compassion is the thief of joy,
Takes my heart, leaves a void.
Social media’s got me chasing ghosts,
Losing myself for a double-tap dose.

Spent all my time trying to measure up,
Trading my worth just to feel enough.
Filters smooth what’s underneath,
Smile for the screen, but I barely breathe.

I give too much, I change too fast,
Tried to fit in, but I never last.
I carry the weight of a world that won’t see,
But who’s left to carry me?

Compassion is the thief of joy,
Takes my heart, leaves a void.
Social media’s got me chasing ghosts,
Losing myself for a double-tap dose.

Maybe I was meant to break,
Bend until there’s nothing left to take.
But if I disappear tonight,
Will the world even notice the fading light?

Compassion is the thief of joy,
Takes my heart, leaves a void.
Social media’s got me chasing ghosts,
Losing myself for a double-tap dose.

Losing myself… trying to keep up.

Thief Of Joy

I still set the table, I still keep your chair
Like somehow, someway, you’ll come back right there
Your voice in the echoes, your laugh in the rain
It’s hard to remember, but harder to change

And I see you in the sunrise, feel you in the wind
You’re not really gone, you’re shining again

He’s a rainbow now, painting the sky
Every color’s a memory, I see him shine
When the storm rolls in, when I feel alone
I just look up, ‘cause he’s leading me home

Time doesn’t heal you, it just lets you bend
Some nights I still break, but the light pulls me in
I swear I can hear you in a song on the street
Like you never left, you’re still singing to me

And I see you in the sunrise, feel you in the wind
You’re not really gone, you’re shining again

He’s a rainbow now, painting the sky
Every color’s a memory, I see him shine
When the storm rolls in, when I feel alone
I just look up, ‘cause he’s leading me home

Maybe love never leaves, it just learns how to fly
Maybe loss is a doorway, not a goodbye

He’s a rainbow now, painting the sky
Every color’s a memory, I see him shine
When the storm rolls in, when I feel alone
I just look up… I just look up…

‘Cause he’s leading me home…

He’s A Rainbow Now

After years of navigating personal loss and life’s complexities, I turned to songwriting as a form of therapy, a way to process emotions and tell stories that resonate. My approach to writing lyrics is deeply personal, drawing from real-life experiences, emotions, and reflections. Each song begins as a raw expression, evolving through words that capture the essence of my journey.

To bring my vision to life, I integrate AI-driven music production tools, allowing me to experiment with soundscapes and arrangements that complement my lyrics. This fusion of human emotion and technology helps transform my ideas into fully realized compositions, bridging creativity with innovation. Through my music, I aim to connect, heal, and inspire, one song at a time.

America In Peril

R3Zondo

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