Wanted: Dead Or Alive

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C-Rock - Dramatized Minds

“This ain’t defamation — it’s documentation. You silenced the wrong poet. Now the silence gets broken.”

I joined on the twentieth, July was the date Started the grind, no time to wait Track by track, like a monk in the zone Metadata, artwork, every lyric I owned

Subtitles timed like a surgeon’s blade Restarted each one if the rhythm mislaid Twelve to twenty-two tracks every day No weekends off, no time to play

I paused creation to feed your machine Built my catalogue, kept the system clean But your interface broke, no warning, no fix Just silence — like I ain’t paid for this

Thanks for nothing, DistroKid You took my coin, then flipped the lid Thanks for nothing, Spotify’s spawn You ghosted the artist, now the truth lives on

Thanks for nothing, Pat from Support You dropped the axe with no report Thanks for nothing, cowardly crew I built the temple — now I burn it for you

Second week in, tracks going live I thought we were rolling, I felt the drive But then your subtitle tool went dead I kept uploading, pushing ahead

Ninety-five tracks, blood in the code Then the silence — no new tracks showed I reached out, calm, asked for aid Two days later, your axe was laid

Pat wrote back with a corporate grin “We’ve had complaints, you can’t get in” No details, no proof, no chance to reply Just “find another distro” — no reason why

Customer service? You mean customer sabotage You took my labor, then hit me with a mirage No warning, no trial, no mediation Just digital exile and vague accusation

You failed to render services paid You caused distress, blocked the trade You breached the trust, broke the bond Now I respond with this lyrical bomb

I ain’t suing — I’m broadcasting truth This is public commons, artist proof I’ll upload manually, platform by platform Let the people hear the lyrical storm

I’ll send this track to your inbox first Let you taste the venom, feel the thirst You can change your tune, or face the wave But I won’t be silent, I won’t behave

Spotify owns you, but I own my voice And I choose resistance — that’s my choice You can’t sue truth, you can’t mute pain This is the sound of breaking your chain

“You silenced the wrong one. Now the silence is your sentence.”

Tommy Wright III - Murder In The First (original)

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