Pale1, not my beat, many props to the producer.

The Last Letter he wrote.  Pale1

Song about showing thanks.  Not my beat, awesome production, mad props to producer.

Dear Preacher Man.  Pale1

Freestyle, from the heart, I do not own the beat, much appreciation to the production team.

I can finally see.  Pale1 "Freestyle"

SoulTrap.  Pale1 "Freestyle"

Sorry Blake!
Texas REAL By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
I hear the twang of a steel guitar  
hummin a tune ringin too far  
from the truth were livin the cracks in the creed  
where the stars at night dont shine on what we need  
Iborn where the bluebonnets bloom  
where the skies stretch wide but the futures entombed  
They said Work hard  youll rise like the sun  
but the schools are broken and the battles never won  
Textbooks heavy with the weight of neglect  
while the leaders line pockets and were left to collect  
 a system thats rigged from the start  
 rich get the power 
the poor lose heart    
Oh Texas your musics a sweet sweet sound  
but your promises crumble like dust on the ground  
From the grid that goes dark to the laws that divide  
youre a beautiful dream with a nightmare inside  
Your songs make me cry but your truth makes me bleed  
Texas I love you but youre killin me  
 lights went out in the freeze of the night  
while the governor joked and the rich stayed tight  
Women are warriors but their rights are chained  
their voices silenced, lost in the rain  
 air tastes like poison, rivers run thick  
with the waste of the greed theyre sellin so quick  
Doctors are leavin the hospitals bare  
while senators sit in their leather-bound chairs  
Oh Texas your musics a sweet sweet sound  
but your promises crumble like dust on the ground  
From the grid that goes dark to the laws that divide  
youre a beautiful dream with a nightmare inside  
Your songs make me cry but your truth makes me bleed  
Texas I love you but youre killin me  
see the ghosts of the frontier  
whisperin through the pines What happened here  
land of the free but chains still bind  
for the many who suffer and grind  
The oil pumps slow like a heartbeat faint  
the earth cracks open and the skies complain  
But the music still plays like a stubborn refrain  
a bittersweet echo of joy and pain  
 standin where the red river flows  
with the weight of the past and the future it shows  
Ill sing for the workers the dreamers the brave  
for the ones who are fightin to rise from the grave  
For the kids in the classrooms with no books to read  
for the mothers who struggle for the ones in need  
For the land that we love but were forced to defend  
Texas this aint the end this aint the end  
Oh Texas your musics a sweet sweet sound  
but your promises crumble like dust on the ground  
From the grid that goes dark to the laws that divide  
youre a beautiful dream with a nightmare inside  
Your songs make me cry but your truth makes me bleed  
Texas I love you but youre killin me  
So Ill strum this guitar and Ill sing this refrain  
for the hope that remains in the heartache and pain  
Texas youre broken but youre still my home  
and Ill fight for the day youre no longer alone  
Your musics a beacon your spirits  a flame
Texas I love you but youve got to change

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Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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Texas REAL By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

In this episode, I talk to Marco Cervantes, AKA Mexstep,  a rapper, producer, DJ, and scholar. He performs as a solo artist and is a member of the hip hop group Third Root. Along with his artistic work, he is an Associate Professor in the Department of Race, Ethnicity, Gender, and Sexuality Studies at the University of Texas at San Antonio and researches Black and Brown cultural and political overlap.

Latin@ Stories Episode  280 Music as a site of resistance and solidarity

AERIAL

Sweet siracha -ol henry

Blue Collar Green Dollar

SWING! Ridin' Slow (Bun B & Slim Thug X Yuugen)

Just a quick freestyle to show off some clever wordplay. 

Mic Check

"GOTTABALL WOOH" MIXTAPE COMING SOON CALLED (FINALLY FOCUSED) 

NEW SINGLE!! (LEGANDARY) FT. SUICIDAL AKA "CIDALVISION

Here is a song I writ for my dear Wife centering around God's Plan for woman & man.

A Song About God's Plan

Here's a song I writ that centers around ego death and how it would benefit us all if we would entertain the idea of it.

Im over this Ego (raw)

lil cai - l.o.v.e (Prod. Takwi)

DJ SB-77 I'm here just to have fun and show you some of the music I love mashed up in a different universe, please like, comment and follow for new Mashups!! DaTrap Universe Vol.1 out now,  Vol.2 loading....

#Lilwooooooh aka #MRGOTTABALL A rap artist From the south side of Nashville Tn, started doin music at the age of 12 been independent every since he's looking forward to expanding his career from local to mainstream  he also does his own graphics  has a hard work ethic an very consistant with his music #gottaballmusikgroup is the label he created himself from the ground up the sky is the limit is what he love to say very cool person great sense of humor an fun to be around but thats enough yappin' for now #music #industry see you soon!!! #GOTTABALL

From the heart of Texas rises Pale1 — a poet, fighter, and truth teller who turns pain into prophecy. Rooted in Austin’s raw underground scene, Pale1 stands apart as a lyricist who bleeds emotion through every bar. His verses are heavy with experience — a lifetime of loss, loyalty, and lessons — and his delivery carries the calm wisdom of a man who’s survived every storm and came back sharper.

More than a rapper, Pale1 is a freestyler, philosopher, and vessel for truth. His music bridges Southern grit with soulful reflection — the voice of someone who’s walked through fire and still thanks God for the journey. With every track, he breaks through facades and speaks directly to the spirit, blending poetic cadence with street-born authenticity.

Tracks like “Ugly Beautiful,” “Storm Front,” and “gAbrIel’s mesSaGe” show his ability to move between pain and peace, between loss and redemption — always guided by faith, always grounded in truth. His wordplay is sharp, his flow unpredictable, his tone unmistakably real. Pale1’s sound feels both ancient and new, a Texas storyteller channeling divine urgency through a microphone.

Behind the mic, Pale1 is Joe Kirk, founder and creative force behind Chrome Dolphins, a movement built on creativity, resilience, and rebirth. Together with a circle of like-minded artists, he continues to build from the underground up — not chasing fame, but pursuing meaning.

Pale1 is more than music — he’s message, motion, and mercy wrapped in rhyme.
When he speaks, it’s not just bars — it’s testimony.
When he breathes, it’s art.
When he rhymes, it’s revelation.

I produce head bops nothing else
#FlStudio
#flowartist
Creator

Just a guy who likes to rap and makes music as a hobby. https://linktr.ee/callmelq

Latin@ Stories is a podcast born out of the oral history project about Latin@s in Ohio, Oral Narratives of Latin@s in Ohio (ONLO). It seeks to amplify the Latin@ experience with interviews in Spanish, English and Spanglish

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

New tracks tagged ##TEXAS