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Half Breeds EP by D$ and Real Juan, with production from the duo and Brotherhood, is a powerful fusion of unfiltered truth, cultural pride, and hard-earned resilience. Across its tracks, the project confronts personal demons, systemic oppression, and the fight for self-determination—blending sharp political commentary with deeply personal storytelling.

From the anthemic identity claim of "Half Breeds", to the defiant energy of "We Comin", the vulnerable weight of "Heavy", and the hard reflections in "Where I Don’t Belong", the EP balances grit with introspection. The beats—ranging from hard-hitting to soulfully meditative—carry the voices of two artists who’ve lived their verses, turning scars into strength and struggle into art.

At its core, Half Breeds is about standing tall in the space between worlds—claiming mixed heritage, underground independence, and spiritual resolve as fuel for survival and creation. It’s both a testament to where they’ve been and a battle cry for where they’re going.

Half Breeds

Day That I

Secret

No Excuse

That They

Change like that

Mine Is Mine

What This Is

Therapy

Feelin it

Blessed are the ones

That in itself

Wasted Years

Never Again

Damage Done

Kings n Princes

Dont Curse The Darkness

Keepin Six

Songs written about family struggles, addiction, recovery and faith 

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First

Given Hope

Inside Out

Execution

In His Name

Question

Wicked n the Woke

Without

The Deal

Apocolypse Now

Apocalypse Now (Prod D$)

Bandcamp

In The Night (Prod D$)

No Imitations (Prod D$)

As It Is (Prod MC Mike G)

Paranoid Dilusions (Prod D$)

Seven Names (Prod MC Mike G)

Kimo Sabes (Prod D$)

My Flows (Prod D$)

"Where I Don’t Belong" by D$ and Real Juan, produced by Brotherhood, is a candid, soul-baring reflection on struggle, survival, and self-redemption. Over a steady, introspective beat, the verses spill raw memories of addiction, poverty, broken trust, and the fight to keep hope alive when the odds are stacked.

The hook becomes the emotional anchor—balancing regret for past mistakes with the determination to stay away from destructive paths. With vivid, unfiltered storytelling, the track captures the tension between inner battles and outward resilience. "Where I Don’t Belong" stands as both a confession and a vow, showing that even in hardship, purpose and self-belief can keep you from slipping back into the places that once defined you.

Shaping life for all around me
Cause I don’t know how to live without this in me
I’m just a stepping stone in the river of life
I’m an empty hush with no vision just sight
So little trust don’t give a what
so many thoughts not quiet runnin amuck
Lies deceit no justice right in my head
all them past ties cut and memories dead
That’s how I wanna be away from this misery
Kathy Bates to the ankles how it is for me
So scared of women like how I am with living
Except up on the mic yo I’m Eastwood “Unforgiven”
In my living-room throwing concerts nobody to honour
Give myself a standing o before I am a goner
Started off the line slow overlapped with lost hope
Somehow I’m going like Saturdays at Cost-Co

It’s like I’ve been waiting my whole life long
To make up for the things that I’ve done wrong
Either give up the ghost or write a song
Why can’t people just get along
Credit maxed out guitar on pawn
Don’t wanna have to start breaking the law
Still have hope though my money’s all gone
That keeps me outta the places where I don’t belong

Road ragin while being caught up in traffic
Cursin n swearin why aren’t people passin
I am who I am depends on who’s askin
Use to have trouble trying to make it happen
I want a life meanin purpose n passion
Been tryin to do what’s good n make it a habit
People have different reactions to life’s distractions
Sex drug alcohol were my fatal attractions
Life path I was on could’ve ended up tragic
Like I got anhedonia nothing gives me satisfaction
Almost got evicted when I was a full-blown addict
Had filthy habits never was the baddest
Past I got beat up even got my ass kicked
A crazy Indian that’s my life being status
N my neighbours all think I’m doing black magic
Grip on reality it’s like they never had it

It’s like I’ve been waiting my whole life long
To make up for the things that I’ve done wrong
Either give up the ghost or write a song
Why can’t people just get along
Credit maxed out guitar on pawn
Don’t wanna have to start breaking the law
Still have hope though my money’s all gone
That keeps me outta the places where I don’t belong

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by Brotherhood
Mixed/mastered by D$

Where I Don't Belong

Where I Don't Belong (Prod Brotherhood)

"Settle the Score" is a hard-hitting, scripture-infused battle cry against corruption, greed, and spiritual decay. Over Brotherhood’s gritty production, D$ and Real Juan weave a vivid narrative of divine justice—where the guilty can no longer hide behind wealth, influence, or deception. The track paints scenes of courtroom reckonings, holy retribution, and the collapse of Babylon’s false power. With sharp lyrical imagery—holy hitmen, double-edged swords, and the fall of empires—the song channels righteous anger into a prophetic warning: Yah’s vengeance is inevitable, and the end for the wicked has arrived. Both a condemnation and a call to truth, it’s a militant anthem aimed at exposing lies, confronting oppression, and restoring balance through unwavering faith.

He was given the orders they transferred the funds
In a New York minute what they planned for months
His case against the evil mounting evidence
Judge jury prosecution not by coincidence
As for the sinner another one bite the dust
The first not the last to face Yah’s justice
From their transgressions n abominations
Yah was patient now comes with vengeance
Greed lust envy anger n pride
These are the things that destroys people’s lives
They’ll get what they deserve don’t be surprised
Eye for an eye Yah’s truth against their lies
Read it over n over until its memorized
Beginning of the end has finally arrived
So repent if you want to live and not die
About to meet your maker ran out of time

Now they blame the pusher
For always wanting more
Sorcery fornication Babylon the whore
Moment of hesitation kickin down the door
Like a holy hitman that’s done the job before
He walked into a gunfight with a double-edged sword
Champion of Alahiym Yah’s a gracious lord
On those that were wicked he declared war
In truth n righteousness came to settle the score

Hang me from the rafters and these raptors bringing rapture - sent
Drowning in debt suffocated by the rent
Your Lent aint nuttin but a skit writ by man – hit
From the left hand and Yah will forgive
They envelop the developed and all they sell us, corruption
Eruption on the front-lines consumption of cut lines
Powdering their noses and they’re noses of their blood-lines
Tapped in the main line peelin’ caps on our fake lives
Tears of joy, like tears from Troy
Soul sucking conniving, inciting evil ploys
Biological warfare since the old world, set
foot on Turtle Island, became lower than a pet
generations had effect damaged trust won’t reset
eradicated spirits ancestors’ spirits at unrest
cramped their style so they murdered kids
mothers, sisters, fathers, brothers and infants

Now they blame the pusher
For always wanting more
Sorcery fornication Babylon the whore
Moment of hesitation kickin down the door
Like a holy hitman that’s done the job before
He walked into a gunfight with a double-edged sword
Champion of Alahiym Yah’s a gracious lord
On those that were wicked he declared war
In truth n righteousness came to settle the score

from Half Breeds, released August 12, 2025
Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by Brotherhood
Mixed/mastered by D$

Settle the Score

Settle the Score (Prod Brotherhood)

"Half Breeds" by D$ and Real Juan, self-produced, is a razor-edged anthem of resistance and self-definition. The track blends political fire with cultural pride, taking aim at systemic oppression, historical trauma, and the forces that pit people against each other. From calling out colonial exploitation to naming modern injustices, the verses move between searing social critique and personal testimony, laced with vivid imagery and unflinching truth.

The repeated chant "Half West – half East… Half blood – half breeds" becomes both a roll call and a declaration—embracing dual heritage as strength, not division. The song pulses with urgency, warning of humanity’s drift from critical thought and compassion, yet holding onto spiritual clarity and survival instincts. In "Half Breeds", identity is weaponized into art, the mic becomes a shield, and every bar is a battle cry for unity, sovereignty, and truth.

Out the trough you cough just choking on geyser
The rise of a kaiser cause you blinded by non-wiser
So full of fear yet you cheer, like a deer in the headlights
Oh dear, clean out your ears you’ve got clear sight
Got the ban on the clan and the Klan full of spam
Total bland out the pan eyes were scanned for their brand
And our Bands have been canned in Reservations
Drowning in sand – cause – they really concentrations (camps)
hand on the gland squeezing for a pulse stand
cooked all your plans wrapped in foil
cause my blood boil yeah, we dead for the royals
ancestors in the soil and you’ll kill us over oil

Half West – half East
Half war – half peace
Half coke – half speed
Half smarts – half streets
Half liars – half thieves
Half wired – half asleep
Half King – half Chief
Half blood – half breeds

It’s like the world’s in need of a remedy
Suddenly the dreams become warnings
It’s like we’ve lost the capacity
To think critically or intelligently
Some walk talk act so wickedly
But it takes faith work’s deeds
We ain’t your bride to eye with a fist, remember this
We provide guide in the outside honouring
The creator elevated the staytus
Of our lives where we riz-zide never contemplated
Evaded the hook waited like a crook in the shadows
For us to kill ourselves with fire water by the gallons

Half West – half East
Half war – half peace
Half coke – half speed
Half smarts – half streets
Half liars – half thieves
Half wired – half asleep
Half King – half Chief
Half blood – half breeds

Like a prophecy that they won’t believe
Been tryin to unsee what I have seen
Heaven or hell somewhere in between
Buy n sell their way to eternity
Yah’s been preparing me before its time to leave
Urgency always a constant need
Why I take everything so seriously
Life or death is how much it’ll be costing me
What’s good n evil I am discerning
Survival tactics or spiritual strategy’s
It’s like A.I. versus the human being
Have we lost touch with our humanity

Half West – half East
Half war – half peace
Half coke – half speed
Half smarts – half streets
Half liars – half thieves
Half wired – half asleep
Half King – half Chief
Half blood – half breeds

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by D$, Real Juan
Mixed/mastered by D$

"Stumbled" sees Real Juan, over Brotherhood’s atmospheric production, weaving gritty vignettes of vice, survival, and self-reflection. From fast-and-loose living to moments of clarity, the verses blend streetwise wisdom with poetic grit—touching on addiction, near-death brushes, and the search for purpose. It’s an unfiltered snapshot of stumbling through life’s chaos while refusing to fall for good.

That’s how it is

Think they cooked the Canada goose
Some are wise and some are fools
Substitute with being fast and loose
Heaven or hell with our attitudes
Hangman’s noose I was seduced
By a prostitute that told the truth
When greed lust and envy are introduced
Still like to gamble keep themselves amused
In the beginning I had nothing to lose
Being abandoned was a good enough excuse
The path in life that I pursue
Is all the substances that I used to use
Feel like a modern-day Dr. Zeus
Learned my first rhyme at the age of two
In the here and now here and do
That the worlds a better place after you

Taken breaths sun shining skies
Time flies when you’re on standby
Thirty-three thousand feet yes this high
Where the demand couldn’t meet the supply
But the fury eye will make you wise
Something of substance to classify
Should they prescribe has gone sci-fi
Some will leave you high some will leave you dry

By the seat of my pants on the fly
These are tough times I can’t deny
Its amazing why I’m still alive
Day in day out that I’m getting by
No longer having thoughts of suicide
And from what I feel I won’t hide
Sooner or later one asks why
One chance to live one time to die
All our lives we’ve missed all the signs
Failed to see pat the white lines
Hopefully I’m being redefined
Speak my mind man with a spine
Changes I’m going through on the inside
And what I think is what I make my life
Though I stumble in this space and time
To escape reality to which I’m confined

The man the myth the live in hype
Lived most of his life high as a kite
When a man and his word is a line
To wake up at midnight to watch the moonshine
Find the light rappin what I write
Like the good ol’ days once upon a time
It’s a crime to die on the vine
Only to be turned into fortified wine

Written/recorded by Real Juan
Produced by Brotherhood
Mixed/mastered by D$

Stumbled

Stumbled (Prod Brotherhood)

“Indian Act” is a hard-hitting protest track that blends sharp lyricism with unfiltered truth, confronting the deep scars left by colonization, systemic racism, and government control over Indigenous lives. D$ and Real Juan dismantle political hypocrisy, the legacy of the Indian Act, and the generational trauma of stolen land, culture, and identity. With verses that swing between historical reality and modern injustice—from residential schools to missing and murdered Indigenous women—the track pairs righteous anger with a vow of solidarity, standing up for truth, community, and survival.

Power control people corruptible
Ego trippin thinkin they untouchable
The way we treat each other is so terrible
For this to change it’ll take a miracle
We gotta get outta self-destruction mode
Depressed discouraged is how the heart grows cold
Healing from trauma ain’t impossible
People treated like property being bought and sold
Truths wanted back by popular demand
Hope n dreams stolen by their hands
They broke all of thy sons’ commands
Those in politics show they don’t give a – damn

That I could never treat someone like that
Got your back so you don’t even have to ask
All that I got gonna give you what I have
My Native land or my habitat
Taken it straight to the streets where the actions at
Lies die when they face the truth and facts
If you were in shoes how would react
Like being trapped in the Indian Act

Eyes low walking slow single file no choice
Rancid food little shelter voices into the void
Generational training perpetrated by your might
Love thy fellow human unless they ain’t white
Our heightened senses meant we needed to be frightened
Slain by the “righteous” cause they were so “enlightened”
Love things over us people vultures steal our culture
Made us experiments MK Ultra
Etched on paper claimed to be our saviors
Changed our names royalties delayed by makers
Interest owed like how government bank rolls
We raise our hands and you say look at them bitch and moan

That I could never treat someone like that
Got your back so you don’t even have to ask
All that I got gonna give you what I have
My Native land or my habitat
Taken it straight to the streets where the actions at
Lies die when they face the truth and facts
If you were in shoes how would react
Like being trapped in the Indian Act

High-definition flows in stereo
Authority comes n then it goes
Freedom’s a lie they sell to people
When it’s crooked path or the lonely road
When its only lies that your ever told
Paying a tax on some land they stole
You threaten to kill another morning Monday
That’s okay? Cause you was in church last Sunday?
Bending the truth just to hide your face lift
Your mentals on a rental and your past are all faded
Murdered Missing Indigenous Women with no peace
With Over seers the Racist Canadian Mounted Police

That I could never treat someone like that
Got your back so you don’t even have to ask
All that I got gonna give you what I have
My Native land or my habitat
Taken it straight to the streets where the actions at
Lies die when they face the truth and facts
If you were in shoes how would react
Like being trapped in the Indian Act

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by D$, Real Juan
Mixed/mastered by D$

Indian Act

"We Comin" by D$ and Real Juan, produced by Brotherhood, is a high-energy declaration of independence, resilience, and West-side pride. Built on hard-hitting, globally inspired production, the track fuses personal redemption stories with unapologetic ambition—turning past struggles with addiction, incarceration, and betrayal into fuel for victory.

Lyrically, it’s both a warning and a celebration: the duo comes “out the gates of the four-o-three” ready to take over, carrying the voices of Indigenous roots and underground artistry. With rapid-fire wordplay, cultural nods, and a hook that hits like a war chant, "We Comin" channels survival, hustle, and creative defiance into an anthem for anyone fighting to turn nothing into something.

Some may think Im lazy some may think Im crazy
Alcoholic for two dimes now im sober lacing
Pacing back and forth smoking writing, writing more
ADHD rhythmic sessions bouncing off the floor
Catacombs rumbling, we got the spirits jumpin
Like a “House of Pain” around jump! We bumpin
Grindin for our lives and the Indigenous tribes
These Vietnamese beats tellin no lies
Yeah, we bounce for the free yeah, we bounce for our dreams
Getting high off the C’s makin l-o-v-e
All around the world bust no cap we capped ya
Submit to our will are you human? Yes, captcha
Shimmy shimmy yah bustin for ya you fold
Knockin on your door like it was the five-o
Yeah, we be underground indies got independent sound
Flippin tables mainstream we clearin house

We comin (West side we ride)
We comin out the gates of the four-o-three (West side we ride)
You runnin (West side we ride)
You runnin for your l-i-f-e (West side we ride)
Its stunnin (West side we ride)
Somethin outta nothin conjuring (West side we ride)
Manifesting greatness and we reign supreme
We comin (West side we ride)
We comin out the gates of the four-o-three (West side we ride)
You runnin (West side we ride)
You runnin for your l-i-f-e (West side we ride)
Its stunnin (West side we ride)
Somethin outta nothin conjuring (West side we ride)
Manifesting greatness and we reign supreme

Got “Batshit Crazy” walking down “Memory Lane”
Still kickin it Real so I am okay
Lookin back at my past can’t complain
Having went back to prison and got off cocaine
Remained ruthless finally found a way
Moving on from the sins I did yesterday
D Money Brotherhood bringin their A-game
They say success all stems from the name
Angels versus demons’ bright lights of fame
Sign the dotted line and got betrayed
Takes faith it works I wanna get paid
But a man can’t survive on minimum wage
Rep the wild west so what’s the next phase
In this til I die it’s like the plans are made
My drive to stay alive comes from my pain
I’m so schizophrenic and a touch insane

We comin (West side we ride)
We comin out the gates of the four-o-three (West side we ride)
You runnin (West side we ride)
You runnin for your l-i-f-e (West side we ride)
Its stunnin (West side we ride)
Somethin outta nothin conjuring (West side we ride)
Manifesting greatness and we reign supreme
We comin (West side we ride)
We comin out the gates of the four-o-three (West side we ride)
You runnin (West side we ride)
You runnin for your l-i-f-e (West side we ride)
Its stunnin (West side we ride)
Somethin outta nothin conjuring (West side we ride)
Manifesting greatness and we reign supreme

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by Brotherhood
Mixed/mastered by D$

We Comin

We Comin (Prod Brotherhood)

"Heavy" by D$, produced by Brotherhood, is a raw, poetic outpouring that paints the weight of suffering as both a personal cross and a shared human burden. Opening with the haunting refrain "Heavy wears the thorns upon the brow, no crown", the track invokes martyr-like imagery—blood, sacrifice, and resilience without glory. The verse dives deep into mental unrest, depression, and the scars of a life marked by absence, loss, and inner riots.

Heavy wears the thorns upon the brow no crown
As the crimson runs down
Levy’s burst your hearse comes now soul proud
Love crowds around the sound so loud
Heavy wears the thorns upon the brow no crown
As the crimson runs down
Levy’s burst your hearse comes now soul proud
Love crowds around the sound so loud

Emptiness void exploits riots in my mind
That make me vile volatile while with style wild
Depressive tendencies noose hanging from my halo
Crush the breath from my lungs leave me there no prays though
I’m laying low slow like a sloth go
In their slow-mode flow un-like H2o
Just want to replay like rolling back a stopwatch
Just want to see everything that no pops watched
Collected years in a bottle there’s no refund
Inflected tears from my soul years gone there’s no re-run
I ain’t never seen love and I always feel rain
I feel withdrawal and I fear solo pain
Just distain in my head for the vastness of space
Heavy rains wash away but the pain anchor stays
For all my peoples suffering just know I’m beside you
Bust through that door together time to leave the past behind you

Heavy wears the thorns upon the brow no crown
As the crimson runs down
Levy’s burst your hearse comes now soul proud
Love crowds around the sound so loud
Heavy wears the thorns upon the brow no crown
As the crimson runs down
Levy’s burst your hearse comes now soul proud
Love crowds around the sound so loud

Written/recorded by D$
Produced by Brotherhood
Mixed/mastered by D$

Heavy

Heavy (Prod Brotherhood)

Born to a biracial couple, Real Juan was named. However, when he was adopted as a baby, his new
family renamed him Brian Ralston. He (Real Juan) would like it to be known that “I’m not trying to make
any puns about real ones”.
From an early age he observed his father write songs, and begun to rhyme (rap) before he was 14 years
old. Then at 14 he begun penning his rhymes to paper. He was “inspired by Run DMC, and [had] some
friends from Barbados and Jamaica, that I would jam with. [They had] turn tables and would throw
down some rhymes”. Which would lead Real Juan to “enter battle of the band competitions in high
school”.
Real Juan left music in the mid 2000s and was building houses. He would build houses until his ”mental
health took a turn for the worse. I got diagnosed schizoaffective disorder and ADHD n have been getting
treatment and have been in therapy ever since”.
In 2015 Real Juan would begin his journey back to music and hiphop, creating an album named
“Robotica”. However, with the success of creating a critically acclaimed album he “continued to struggle
with mental illness concurrent disorders, until getting treatment in 2018 in Ponoka AB Canada”.
The time Real Juan spent in Ponoka would be spent healing, and he found that in writing. He wrote the
album “Sick as your secrets”, and say’s “The therapy of songwriting itself has been a big part of the
healing being done in my life. I think my main inspiration is the highest Yah! I should’ve been dead many
times over from my struggles n situations that I’ve been in. Like, [my name] “Juan” means “Yahuwah is
gracious” n I’ve seen it first hand. I’m a man of faith, not organized religion. I’ll tell you the truth cause
I’m not a liar; I rap for Yah because I couldn’t make the choir, lol, guess that sums it up as what
motivates n inspires me!”.
To date Real Juan has 12 full/EP albums to date and it doesn’t look like he’s stopping anytime soon. Real
Juan has begun tapping into the music video arena and looking to add more videos on his YouTube page
@realjuan3909 along with releasing new music.

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