“Find It Within Yourself” A multi-movement cipher suite that carves through mimic loops, institutional distortion, and spiritual amnesia. Delivered in Hip Hop Cipher RnB cadence over shifting BPMs and minor scales, the track maps a journey from breath-based autonomy to epistemic sovereignty and resistance doctrine. Each verse is a glyph — coded, ancestral, and uncompromising. The hook anchors the suite: “Find it within — the compass ain’t outsourced.” This is not just a track — it’s a doctrine of self-authorship.

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Political Calypso:

A young voice is lured into politics with money and visibility, made to speak for causes they didn’t author. Their rise is choreographed, their activism commodified. Once their usefulness fades, they’re discarded — and their downfall is weaponized to smear political opponents. The system stays clean while the youth becomes both scapegoat and spectacle. The lyric exposes this cycle with calm precision, satirical fire, and strategic rhythm.

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“Thank God, Still Have My Soul 3.0” Afrobeat R&B Soulful version- is a militant gratitude cipher — a survivor’s chant carved from the wreckage of capitalism, burnout, and systemic erasure. It maps the tension between what’s been taken (time, breath, dignity) and what remains untouchable: the soul. The verses move from economic dispossession to ancestral resilience, flipping trauma into testimony.
Key motifs:
Spiritual inventory after collapse
Surveillance and algorithmic control
Ancestral memory as resistance
Refusal to be digitized, branded, or broken
The hook echoes like scripture:
“They drained the breath, but couldn’t touch the flame… Thank God — still have my soul.”
Story Behind the Lyric
This suite was born from rupture — a response to systems that measure worth in metrics and monetize exhaustion. It’s a ciphered refusal to let the grind define the spirit. The title itself is a clenched-jaw thanks: not soft praise, but a declaration that despite the losses, the essence remains intact.
It draws from E>W. Du Bois’s “brief moment in the sun”
Modern precarity — gig work, debt, surveillance
Ancestral echoes — drum, chant, refusal
Spiritual clarity — what can’t be taxed, tracked, or sold

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“The Seed of All Free Men,”:
This lyric reclaims the true origin of human dignity and abolition — not from Western scrolls or post-war declarations, but from the Kurukan Fuga Charter of 1236, spoken by griots in Mali. It flips the historical lens: Magna Carta and UDHR are framed as late, elite-cantered documents, while The Seed honours a pre-colonial, oral constitution that abolished slavery, protected the vulnerable, and fed the hungry without shame.
The tree metaphor runs deep — roots in ancestral soil, branches reaching toward ethical clarity. It’s a ciphered rebuke of imperial narratives and a griot-coded elevation of memory, rhythm, and breath as law. Every verse is a forensic strike against erasure, every hook a melodic chant for justice.

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Joseph Alla AKA "SOS Sound Of Starlings "is a visionary artist whose work bridges sonic innovation and emotional depth. Blending Dancehall, Afrobeat, and R&B with bilingual lyricism, his music explores the tension between silence and sound, public grace and private grit. With a keen eye for symbolism and a commitment to amplifying overlooked voices, Alla crafts immersive experiences that resonate across cultures. His latest project, Behind Closed Doors / Detrás de Puertas Cerradas, is a testament to his ability to turn vulnerability into power and storytelling into resistance.

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SOS (Sound Of Starlings)