this one is a bit darker
album out may 16
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Chaos Breakdown

15 Minutes

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Verse:
She danced in the doorway, just a whisper and a sway
Took my love to heaven, but left my soul to pay
I see her in the mirror, just for a little while
Don’t need no photo, ‘cause my shadow wears her smile

Chorus:
Oh the grave took her laughter, the night took my mind
The bottle took my days, and the blues ain't been kind
She gone without goodbye, been gone a long while
But Lord have mercy—my shadow wears her smile

Verse 3:
Her dress still hangs by the bedroom wall
A ghost of silk and pain, too light to fall
When the wind comes callin’, I wait in exile
Watch the candle flicker... my shadow wears her smile

Bridge (spoken, half-sung):
I tried to run from Memphis, down through Natchez bend
But sorrow’s got a long arm, and it know just how to bend
Everywhere I go, that shadow walks in style
Grinnin’ like a devil… wearin’ her sweet smile

Final Chorus:
Oh the grave took her laughter, the night took my mind
The bottle took my days, and the blues ain't been kind
She gone without goodbye, been gone a long while
But I still see her every dusk…
My shadow wears her smile

MY SHADOW WEARS HER SMILE

[Verse 1]
Woke up this morning, the sun is a blood-red haze
The world is a jungle, lost in a daze
But I hear the whispers, the fear in the air
I smell the weakness, yeah, I know you're there
The season's open, no place to hide
The predator's here, and I'm coming inside
Every move you make, I'm already ahead
Put a price on your head, and now you're running scared

[Chorus]
It's hunting season! (RUN!)
Yeah, it's hunting season! (RUN, BITCH!)
Every corner you turn, I'm the demon you're facing
No mercy, no warning, my fury is blazing
It's hunting season! (RUN!)
Yeah, it's hunting season! (RUN, BITCH!)
This ain't a game, this ain't a lie
This is the moment where you learn to fly, or you die!

[Verse 2]
The shadows are calling, the darkness is my friend
Your story is written, this is the end
I'm the nightmare you thought was only in your head
The ghost in the machine, the words that were unsaid
So you can pray to your god, you can run and you can hide
But I'm the fire, and I'm burning inside
I'm the alpha, the omega, the law and the judge
And the taste of your fear is the taste of my grudge

[Chorus]
It's hunting season! (RUN!)
Yeah, it's hunting season! (RUN, BITCH!)
Every corner you turn, I'm the demon you're facing
No mercy, no warning, my fury is blazing
It's hunting season! (RUN!)
Yeah, it's hunting season! (RUN, BITCH!)
This ain't a game, this ain't a lie
This is the moment where you learn to fly, or you die!

[Bridge]
Yeah, the world is my playground, and you're the prey
I'll find you in the darkness, I'll find you in the day
The scent of your fear, it's intoxicating and sweet
I'm coming for your crown, I'm coming for your seat

[Outro:] "Run, run, run..."
Yeah... run... bitch.


It's Hunting Season (RUN BITCH)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I see you out there, with the chains and the flash
Chasing the easy money, living in a crash
You think you're a gangster, a king on the street
But all I see is a coward, heading for defeat
They glamorize the violence, they glamorize the theft
But they never talk about the time that you have left
Behind a cold concrete wall, with nothing but regret
A ghost in the system, a life you can't reset

[Chorus]
What's so great about being a criminal?
What's so great about a life that's minimal?
You're chasing the fame, but you're living in a cell
Trading your freedom for a brand new kind of hell
What's so great about being a criminal?
What's so great about a life that's minimal?
The only one you're hurting is the one in the mirror you see
Trading your future for a memory

[Verse 2]
You talk about the glory, you talk about the rush
But you're selling your soul, turning it to dust
Every single score, every single wrong
Is a brand new verse in a broken-down song
They told you that the game was the only way to win
But they lied to your face, and let the darkness in
So you can have your chains, you can have your fame
'Cause I'm too busy building, playing a different game

[Chorus]
What's so great about being a criminal?
What's so great about a life that's minimal?
You're chasing the fame, but you're living in a cell
Trading your freedom for a brand new kind of hell
What's so great about being a criminal?
What's so great about a life that's minimal?
The only one you're hurting is the one in the mirror you see
Trading your future for a memory

[Bridge]
Yeah, the pain is a teacher, the struggle is a test
And the only way you win is to give it your best
So put down the pistol, put down the disgrace
And look in the mirror, see a brand new face!

[Outro:] "Criminal, criminal..."
What's so great?
Yeah... what's so great?

What's So Great About Being a Criminal?

A TRIBUTE to all my favorite rappers growing up, like Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Tupac, Twista, Nipsey Hussle, 50 Cent, The Game, Chamillionaire, Kendrick Lamar, Drake, etc.

LEGENDS LIVE FOREVER

Eye's ON Me

It’s Over, We’re Back

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Safety lies
in truth.
What do 
I believe?
This becomes
my decision –
a mental decree.
Where do I look for
the peace in me?
It becomes
A notion of
where and when
we want to perceive.
Sheep ready
to believe.
Looking for
credibility, 
while there’s
something up 
their sleeves.
Could it be
I’m outsourcing
something that
is in fact in me?
A realization
that can be.
Misguided by 
some notion,
Threatened with 
fear’s potion.
A social-psychological
erosion.
As the creep
continues his commotion.
And our religions
become more broken.
What becomes spoken
that the truth 
is interwoven.
It’s the change
That happens.
A quotient with
continual motion.
While its source
is never broken.
Part of the vast ocean
of emotion.
Open to the realization
Of love’s atonement.
In not before,
or what comes next;
it’s the presence of
this great dialect.
A conversation
with no words,
a feeling without
any verbs.
A state to be,
a state to see.
A state of knowing
I am right here
with me.
A citadel
with no walls.
It’s the present
that calls.

Citadel With No Walls

Pure White Feat. Fhilly

A haunting tribute to the legends lost too soon, “The 27 Club” blends Southern Gothic grit with soul-soaked rebellion. It mourns the price of fame, the silence behind the sound, and the mythic echoes of artists who burned bright and loud. Their stories live on in motel walls, velvet cages, and the static roar of a crowd chasing ghosts.

The 27 Club

Buck Fitty

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