BE THE ONE- QUOYA, JAYY-EAZY, JAISEK, K (Pro. Urban Nerd Beats)

Paradise- Quoya, Jaisek prod. brandybuck beats

Told ya (Prod.Dope Boi Beats)

FAREWELL- Quoya, Jayy-Easy (prod. brandybuck beats)

NVNDO -ONE DAY FT. ZONE(prod. infamous beats)

FERTILE GROUND

MEDICINE: Track 3 of 8

The lie they tell you: transformation requires perfect conditions. Time off. Space. Money. Therapy. A breakdown followed by reconstruction.

The truth: transformation happens while driving home from work. While packing your kids' lunches. In a house that doesn't feel like home. Between breaths you didn't know you were holding.

FERTILE GROUND documents what returning to presence actually looks like—messy, urgent, happening in fragments between obligations. Speaking as fast as thought moves because the page is too slow to capture what's trying to break through.

"I'm literally speaking this as I drive home, as I pack my children's lunches, in a house that doesn't feel like home. I worked all day. I work tomorrow morning. Whoever said you had to get it fucking right fucking lied."
The turning point: "Settle down, settle down. Take a deep breath. What you feel there?"

Not death. Not nothing. Warm, fertile soil. The wound becoming womb. Everything you needed to hear, waiting for when you were ready to let it in.

Track 1 named the wound.
Track 2 chose to return.
Track 3 shows you don't need perfect conditions to heal. You just need to choose presence, right now, wherever you are.
MEDICINE continues.

[INTRO] You can't plan things like this— Better not to even look at the page, Too slow to capture What is moving through your mind. Gotta keep up with the speed of thought— See that even speed cannot run, Cannot outrun the heart. It speed up.

[VERSE 1] Why you think you're never there? Why do you think you build armor Against something If you could just leave it right there? Think about it— No, don't think, feel. Unreal how the real starts to feel so unreal. We all orphan of the real, But was that really by choice? I don't know. How do I honor The life that I've led, The voice in my head, And the percussion in the heart? Hear. Here we start.

[VERSE 2] I ain't even trying to follow the structure. I'm just speaking, leaking, Seeing what bleeds through ether, What sings in the syllables. Yeah I know we've been taught A transformation look like Tearing yourself apart, Like breaking down, Losing your fucking mind— That's why we don't start. Who can afford that, literally? Who can pay to come back? All bets and all the debts stacked— Guilt, shame billed in your name. Y'all that's just an act To keep us coming back.

[VERSE 3] I'm literally speaking this as I drive home, As I pack my children's lunches, In a house that doesn't feel like home. I worked all day. I work tomorrow morning. I have almost no pieces of my day To myself, everything's urgent. Whoever said you had to get it fucking right fucking lied— How the hell you supposed to do that If you don't even get a chance for learning?

[BRIDGE ] Settle down, settle down. We ain't going— Take a deep breath. What you feel there? Nothing. No not like death. I mean, Like warm, fertile soil, Like where seed can sprout and grow green, Like a wound become womb To cradle new life, Like everything I needed to hear, I needed to say. It was just waiting For when I was ready To let it in. Speak it out loud. Make it mine.

Every word freestyled. Voice-to-text while living. The rough edges prove this was lived, not performed. Your words heal when they're true, not when they're perfect. Ai used to produce track.

Fertile Ground

Maximillian - break every curse (prod. producedbyDomi)

They keep inviting me out, I keep saying no
Not 'cause I'm sad, I just don't wanna go
Small talk with people I don't really know
I'd rather stay home, pour a drink, take it slow

They think something's wrong with me
But I'm good, honestly

I'd rather be alone
Than fake it with a smile
Rather be alone
Than waste another night
Pretending that I care about the things they talk about
I'd rather be alone
And I'm good with that now

Used to think I needed people all the time
Now I realize that most of it was lies
Surface level shit that doesn't mean a thing
I'm cool with just a few, don't need everything

They think something's wrong with me
But this is where I'm free

I'd rather be alone
Than fake it with a smile
Rather be alone
Than waste another night
Pretending that I care about the things they talk about
I'd rather be alone
And I'm good with that now

Maybe I grew up, maybe I just changed
Maybe I'm just done playing games
Either way I'm cool right here
Don't need the noise, I'm clear

I'd rather be alone
Than fake another day
Rather be alone
I'm better off this way
Done pretending that I care about the things they talk about
I'd rather be alone
And that's okay

(I'm good, I'm good with that)

I'd Rather Be Alone

Supernatural

~180 Sheets~
Beat produced my P SOUL 

Hook:
Barely showing up, and now this shit is hella popping/
My thoughts are clogging up, and everything is sorta sloppy/
Leave me out to dry, ain’t nobody gonna care/
Finessers’ find a way, and ain’t nobody gonna share/
Gotcha, 2 dollars, ain’t nobody talking shit/
You can count ya money up and I can up n’ dip/ 
You hustle in the streets, to get a little notice/
You barely even own it/
You humble, then you folded/
Talking, where’s yo moments?/ 

You stayed awake, and never kept, like the cycle shit/
I always find myself hiding from the truth/
Some much, that it starts to grow roots/
About my criminal activity/
The futures so belittling/
I’m joking tho, but really see/
Most of y’all ain’t listening/
Smoking like a chimney/
They got me second guessing see/

Hook/
Barely showing up, and now this shit is hella popping/
My thoughts are clogging up, and everything is sorta sloppy/
Leave me out to dry, ain’t nobody gonna care/
Finessers’ find a way, and ain’t nobody gonna share/
Gotcha, 2 dollars, ain’t nobody talking shit/
You can count ya money up and I can up n’ dip/ 
You hustle in the streets, to get a little notice/
You barely even own it/
You humble, then you folded/
Talking, where’s yo moments?/ 

I’m working a lot of stuff, some experimental shit 🙏
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