He lives in me
My enemy, my voice of doubt
The one who whispers, “You’re nothing”
Who drains the courage out

He crawls beneath my chest
Grinds my gears when I begin
He’s the hand that kills my visions
The wall I crash within

He lives in me
The one who mocks me when I speak
The one who spits I’ll never matter
That my strength is fucking weak

He laughs when I’m in ruins
Feeds when my soul’s sore
He sits inside my shadow
And drinks down all my war

He lives in me
He never sleeps, he never fades
He drags me down through every morning
With chains made of my shame

And even if no one sees it
Even if they think I shine—
There’s a monster in my mirror
Tearing every hope of mine

He lives in me
And I can’t fucking flee
Because when I stare into the dark…
That demon staring back is me

He breaks me when I wake
No reason, just the sting
He compares me, tears me open
Passes judgment like a king

There’s no truce, no tomorrow
No “you’ll be okay”
When the one who wants you dead…
Is your soul in decay

He lives in me
I know his every move
He knows my guilt, my sins,
My stories carved in wounds

And I keep trying to silence him
But he always screams above
Because this eternal enemy…
Was never from outside 

He lives in me
He’s my skin, my curse, my skin
He kneels me with his poison
And forbids me joy again

¿Y cómo escapar de lo que soy?
¿Cómo huir si no hay otro yo?
¿Dónde esconderme…
Si el enemigo…
lleva mi rostro y mi dolor?

He lives in me
And now I finally see
I’m not just my executioner…
I’m the seed that grew the beast

And if one day I break the chains
It won’t be through running blind
It’ll be by facing my own reflection
And forgiving what’s inside

He lives in me
Yes…
That…
Is me. (MY WORST ENEMY!!!)

He Lives In Me

When you're All Alone.mp3

Descend into the eerie haze of “The Talking Dead” a dark seance trap hip-hop ritual pulsing at 75-80 BPM. This track conjures a subterranean vibe with haunting trap beats, spectral synths, and slow-rolling bass that mimics the echo of ancient catacombs—perfect for invoking spirits without overwhelming the raw, introspective flow.
Lyrics delve into the disillusionment with the living dead: society sleepwalking through existence, filling heads with illusions while ghosts of the past reveal truths about power, greed, and elite deceptions. From seance circles channeling vengeful spirits to critiques of hegemony and monopoly, it’s a sonic exorcism urging you to resurrect the unfed parts of your soul amid shadows and tricks of the mind.
If you’re drawn to atmospheric hip-hop that blends occult vibes with social commentary—like a fusion of clipping.‘s experimental edge and early Travis Scott’s trap mysticism—light a candle and dive in. This ain’t just music; it’s a ceremony for the awake.
Lyrics snippet: “Lost hope in the living Everyone talking like they’re already dead. Too many y’all walking, talking, no meaning, That ain’t living If you never make it out your head. In the catacombs of your mind, Only you can find what was never fed.”
#DarkTrap #SeanceHipHop #OccultRap #AtmosphericBeats #UndergroundHipHop #SpiritualAwakening

The Talking Dead [Explicit]

BLESS THE WOLVES

Gucci slides, no lace, I glide
Whole team up, we don’t divide
Money don’t talk, it just reside
Ain’t no stress when you live this high
Gucci slides, champagne state of mind
I don’t fold, I redesign
They play catch-up, I recline
Gucci slides that’s my vibe

Gucci Slides

TRACK 13_ “NO FUNERAL”

Fallout

Fragments V2

Welcome to my ADHD 
Can't sit still, can't let it be 
Start everything, finish nothing clean 
My mind moves faster than you've ever seen 
Yeah I got ADHD 
Hyperfocus on the wrong damn thing 
Meant to work, cleaned my whole house instead 
Welcome to the chaos inside my head



ADHD is a acoustic trap / emo rap track
A song about zoning out, hyper focusing on the wrong things, starting everything and finishing nothing, and trying to stay present when your brain is running in fifteen directions.

ADHD

Country Rap, bluesy electric guitar riffs, booming 808 bass, mid-tempo trap-country beat, heavy-hearted yet resilient, lo-fi Southern texture, gritty male vocals, rap verses with soulful choruses, analog warmth

Dusty Roots and Fire

I Miss Seeing You There

Houston Texas but the pain made me. You can’t define me. I do it for the love of the game 🖤.  I have been working on and making music for over 20 years. I've put a lot of my older songs on here, but the most recent songs are new. I appreciate you and I hope my music finds you right where you are.

Gucci Slides

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