Side B: Lullabies

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💥 A raw anthem of resilience. “Fighting on My Own” flips the pain into power — street poetry on acoustic soul, layered with R&B grit and trap energy. For the grinders, the dreamers, the ones who keep moving through the storm. 🌌

Fighting on My Own

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🎄 HOODIDAYS – THΞ CØLLECTIVE 🎄
It’s winter in the 6ix, and the block still shines. Hoodidays flips the season on its head — twelve cold-weather anthems straight from the concrete, where Christmas lights hang from balconies and blessings come from hustle.
This isn’t your typical holiday album — it’s for the trenches, for the dreamers, for everyone who made something outta nothing. From trap bells to heavy 808s, from soul to struggle, Hoodidays captures what the holidays really sound like when you’re built by the block.
❄️ 12 Tracks of Realness, Hustle, and Heart
🎧 Produced under OXO MUSIC
🏙️ Recorded for the people who keep the city warm when the world turns cold.
“No sleighs, no snow globes — just grind, glow, and love in the storm.”
#Hoodidays #THΞCØLLECTIVE #OXOMusic #Toronto #6ix #TrapChristmas #StreetAnthems

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Fighting Shadows

[Verse]
Born with a cosmos map, stardust in my veins
Dreams dripping off the edge, infinite planes
Floating through dimensions, my orbit insane
Speak in lunar glyphs, decode my domain

The void my mirror, reflections glow sharp
Planets on my wrist, I wear 'em like art
Eclipse my foes, their shine too dark
Wrote my story in comets, leave a fiery mark

[Chorus]
Galactic swagger, I’m a star chaser
Infinite moves, no time for the fakers
Eyes on the nebula, my throne in the vapor
Galactic swagger, they follow my layers

[Verse 2]
Switch, 808s hit like black holes collide
Hi-hats roll, I’m the tide pulling skies
Bassline heavy, bending space in my stride
Cinematic entrance, exit like I died

Alien drip, my fit from the stars
Warp-speed flows, zooming past Mars
Bars sharp as meteors, splitting cigars
Astral projection, no need for cars

[Bridge]
They ask who I am, I’m the sound of the void
Galaxies rise where my voice deployed
Hypnotic tone, reality destroyed
I’m the cosmic architect, rap game’s asteroid

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