A cover of "No Where to Run" by Adrian Sutherland in dedication to my cousin Autumn Shaganash, missing since June 10 2023.

Nowhere to Run

"From the Heavens" is a prophetic call to awareness, mixing end-times imagery with personal testimony and cultural critique. D$ and Real Juan warn of rapture and spiritual deception, urge repentance, and reject the corrupt systems—religious, political, and historical—that perpetuate oppression. They speak on breaking generational curses, finding redemption, and standing strong against hate, while honoring love, truth, and the resilience of Indigenous peoples.

The angels that fell from the heavens
To the earth now let that set in
Like it’s the last days or Armageddon
It’s the rapture are you forgettin
The devices man-made inventions
Words frequencies the connection
Find those I love oday I’ll have a weddin
From wicked ways should be repentin

Alone in this world that I came 
From all curses started breaking chains
Eternal life is not a game 
Jesus and Yahushua are not the same
All life’s sorrows all life’s pain 
With the redemption comes the rage
We were educated to be insane no evil thought shall I entertain

The angels that fell from the heavens
To the earth now let that set in
Like it’s the last days or Armageddon
It’s the rapture are you forgettin
The devices man-made inventions
Words frequencies the connection
Find those I love oday I’ll have a weddin
From wicked ways should be repentin

We challenging history yours don’t mean shit to me
There’s no mystery what the church did to thee
Yall voted told us to choke it
Never spoke it generational trauma we broken
That’s why I smoke this Yah’s plant brings focus
Deceitful religion bogus yet another Pope promoted
While our peoples in the street sings back stabbed you stings
You live like Kings while Indigenous with broken wings

The angels that fell from the heavens
To the earth now let that set in
Like it’s the last days or Armageddon
It’s the rapture are you forgettin
The devices man-made inventions
Words frequencies the connection
Find those I love n have a weddin
From wicked ways should be repentin

Guns are loaded I’m shooting straight
There’s no alcohol or cocaine
The past ain’t going there again
From all I’ve been through doing great
Only way that the world is gonna change
To be loved not made to hate
For a man to have hope or just even pray
Sweet salvation or is it too late

The angels that fell from the heavens
To the earth now let that set in
Like it’s the last days or Armageddon
It’s the rapture are you forgettin
The devices man-made inventions
Words frequencies the connection
Find those I love n have a weddin
From wicked ways should be repentin

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by D$, Real Juan
Mixed/mastered by D$

The Reckoning

From the Heavens

"Nothing Else" is a fierce indictment of colonial theft, broken treaties, and systemic racism, delivered with unflinching honesty. D$ and Real Juan expose the crimes of church and state—from stolen land to cultural erasure—while reclaiming Indigenous identity and rejecting falsehoods. It’s a declaration of survival, truth, and defiance in the face of centuries of oppression.

This is our home and Native land
Doctrine of discovery was the devil’s plan
They crossed land and sea to steal and scam
And they took all they could from the souls of man
Treaties not honoured by Kings and Queens
Priests and Nuns were behind the scenes
They polluted our minds our rivers and streams
And they’ve stolen more than our hopes and dreams
While the rich and greedy they all lovin it
Cause in poverty my people sufferin
And the colonisers didn’t give a shit
And they still don’t in parliament
They spit with fork tongues like a snake
In bed with the devil both the church and state
Their deeds and actions proved the reprobate
Like the name of Jesus completely fake

From all the drama I have moved on
The kingdom and who’s above the law
No turning back once the guns are drawn
Mis Vah from the right hand of Yah
Is it dancing wait straight to hell
Pride lust greed focused on themselves
Like they sold their souls just hollow shells
What’s real and false and nothing else
From all the drama I have moved on
The kingdom and who’s above the law
No turning back once the guns are drawn
Mis Vah from the right hand of Yah

Caged in cement vent for the mind spent
Sorrow for the soul cause the soul gone went
To the sky in the ground where gold was found
But not on their territory so war was announced
Iron wrist locks slapped on them wrists 
Mitred through the bone, marrow for the dish
Hide for the cruel with the richer getting rich
No Jekyll for this story it’s enough kids
Sit upon their throne in hall of lies
Justice can hear the bitch is just blind
Whispers advance injustice all the time
Indigenous women illegally sterilized
Swept under the rug that was “traded”?
Faded was the trust that the government made it
War on the Indigenous so the white’s hatred
For us mixed pure blood say fuck the racists

From all the drama I have moved on
The kingdom and who’s above the law
No turning back once the guns are drawn
Mis Vah from the right hand of Yah
Is it dancing wait straight to hell
Pride lust greed focused on themselves
Like they sold their souls just hollow shells
What’s real and false and nothing else
From all the drama I have moved on
The kingdom and who’s above the law
No turning back once the guns are drawn
Mis Vah from the right hand of Yah

Try to steal our land so they hate us
First nations they want to eliminate us
Trapped in poverty they incarcerate us
While truth and reconciliation take a hiatus
As for myself adopted as a kid
While the church and state hid my heritage
Really messed up that’s what it did
The day I found out I was an Indian
And genocide’s one of their many sins
False words false ways false religion
Founded on lies and racism
That’s why the countries in the shape its in
Paid’em five dollars honours and treaties
People are hungry my people are needing
Sick of the bullshit politicians try to feed me
How they make corruption look so easy

From all the drama I have moved on
The kingdom and who’s above the law
No turning back once the guns are drawn
Mis Vah from the right hand of Yah
Is it dancing wait straight to hell
Pride lust greed focused on themselves
Like they sold their souls just hollow shells
What’s real and false and nothing else
From all the drama I have moved on
The kingdom and who’s above the law
No turning back once the guns are drawn
Mis Vah from the right hand of Yah

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by MC Mike G
Mixed/mastered by D$

Nothing Else

Nothing Else (Prod MC Mike G)

"Harvest" is a spiritually charged reminder that actions have consequences, blending biblical wisdom with street-level truth. D$ and Real Juan call out broken promises, false idols, and empty faith, urging listeners to plant seeds of righteousness and live by deeds, not just words.

Now you know what the problems 
Y’all breaking all of Yah’s promises
Y’all better start trying solving it
What you sow you’re gonna harvest it
Now you know what the problems 
Y’all breaking all of Yah’s promises
Y’all better start trying solving it
What you sow you’re gonna harvest it

Wherever you walk becomes holy ground
Faithfulness found in this sound
Cash crop sold by the pound
When those at the top get thrown down
Chip off the brick or the solid rock
Mind playing tricks in my apartment block
Words of a prophet or crazy talk
All misfits my tribe my flock

Now you know what the problems 
Y’all breaking all of Yah’s promises
Y’all better start trying solving it
What you sow you’re gonna harvest it
Now you know what the problems 
Y’all breaking all of Yah’s promises
Y’all better start trying solving it
What you sow you’re gonna harvest it

Yah’s teachings have meanings and yes, I am unbelieving
Heart wants to accept but the mind is un-conceiving
I’m dreamin better seasons to sow them oats
You idolize G.O.A.T.s when you should idolize your soul
Temple minded you’ll find it like scriptures rewind it
Hussle for the wealth of health stealth is Yah’s way of kindness
Light the way for the blinded Stanley Kubrick the Shining
Kings like Stephen and Solomon words etched from their findings

Now you know what the problems 
Y’all breaking all of Yah’s promises
Y’all better start trying solving it
What you sow you’re gonna harvest it
Now you know what the problems 
Y’all breaking all of Yah’s promises
Y’all better start trying solving it
What you sow you’re gonna harvest it
Head out to fields start pullin weeds
Whole lotta B.S. in my feed
Can’t call it faith without the deeds
It all starts in the mind by planting seeds
Rebel with the rhythm his rhyme flowin
Light in the darkness and keeps on growing
Man, it’s a fight to live righteously
The hype follows me to eternity

Now you know what the problems 
Y’all breaking all of Yah’s promises
Y’all better start trying solving it
What you sow you’re gonna harvest it
Now you know what the problems 
Y’all breaking all of Yah’s promises
Y’all better start trying solving it
What you sow you’re gonna harvest it

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by D$, Real Juan
Mixed/mastered by D$

Harvest

"Trouble" is a raw exposé of colonial violence, cultural erasure, and systemic deceit. D$ and Real Juan challenge the false glory of oppressors, speak on broken treaties and genocide, and reclaim Indigenous identity through truth, wisdom, and spiritual resilience.

Know your glory was built by gory
Villains of now and past stories 
Human Importing lucid conforming
life is decoding while truth be eroding
Know your glory was built by gory
Villains of now and past stories 
Human Importing lucid conforming
life is decoding while truth be eroding

Cause they don’t know a thing about honesty
With a forked tongue they promised me
They forgotten to live with humility
The negative minded their frequency
To resist what’s evil is bravery
Inspirations Cause make identity
Our words and actions authenticity
As the day unfolds the synchronicities 
So, give me knowledge and give me wisdom
What is the truth of this life that we’re living
Creator of the earth and the stars above
Friends and family where’s the love
In protest is how the pains expressed
Their inaction was a sign of disrespect
My people are left to face the consequence
If the Kings and Queens don’t repent

Know your glory was built by gory
Villains of now and past stories 
Human Importing lucid conforming
life is decoding while truth be eroding
Know your glory was built by gory
Villains of now and past stories 
Human Importing lucid conforming
life is decoding while truth be eroding

Poisoned by a people whom minds been corrupted
Treaties formed on lies no honour by this government
Overthrown mother earth, conquer Turtle Island
Eyes down shut-up hair-cut single file and
Buried my history learned miniscule
White washing children’s minds “educational” schools
There’s no ink to spill Indigenous with a digital quill 
Etching ‘glyphs in your mind’s cause pictures kill
Burned our homes slaughtered people yeah, it’s genocide
Language lost including infant’s and children’s lives
Dusty in their archives the people need to know
The Vatican don’t care they line their pockets with conducive gold
My heart beats Moose Cree trauma from the past seen
In my genes slowly creep into my dreams
Lies sold with roles so you could make us worthless
My warrior spirit seen a vision gave me purpose

Know your glory was built by gory
Villains of now and past stories 
Human Importing lucid conforming
life is decoding while truth be eroding
Know your glory was built by gory
Villains of now and past stories 
Human Importing lucid conforming
life is decoding while truth be eroding

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by Profit Money Beats
Mixed/mastered by D$

Trouble

Trouble (Prod Profit Money Beats)

"Yada" is a bold spiritual and cultural wake-up call, with D$ and Real Juan cutting through religious distortion, colonial lies, and societal corruption. Over Profit Money Beats’ production, they confront false doctrines, Babylon’s confusion, and the erasure of Indigenous identity, reclaiming truth, heritage, and faith with unflinching honesty.

I’m sorry – help me
I’m sorry the – can you help me? – operators busy at the moment
We cannot help you – I’m lost
Sorry no – Confused
You’re not hearing us – trapped in Babylon

Battered bruised bloody and bleeding
Laid his life down they twisted the meaning
And turned him into a life that billions are believing
Day in day out it’s the truth that takes a beating
Well, that stops right now cause I’m intervening
Garden of Eden time to do some weeding
Traditions of men and their doctrines of demons
Order in the court they committed acts of treason
They hooked on porn hands covered in semen
Quit playing with yourself you’re not supposed to beat it
No need of the sinner which book are you reading
If you don’t put your foot down stops it from repeatin
Baptized by fire once you jump in the deep end
More than singing from hymn book or happy feelings
Humble contrite not self-righteous and conceded
Always spit the truth cause someone might need it

Back to the basics like the church forgot
Mathew Mark Luke Derek John
Making Jesus out to be everything he’s not
Blasphemy bringing Yah’s name to naught
It’s the good or the evil who’s side your on
Caught up in the confusion of Babylon
Fake names can’t save got it all wrong
Like Batman and Robin D$ Real Juan

Buck forty-four lost to the sands of time
Opened my mind I believe we’re one of the lost tribes
Up from the south or across the land bridge
Knowledge is power is that why you’re offended
Comprehend it creatives sending lessons
Undressing lies told to generations molding minds check it
Biological warfare commenced you don’t care
Media school systems mirage to keep our souls scared
Murderous image adorned by the masses
I adore love peace well being Yah helped craft it
My minds a mess but rewriting the paths
You tried to erase our past that’s why we’re fightin back
Moose Cree in my blood Real Anishinaabe
Reclaiming our heritage none of you can stop this
Stolen from our cribs murdered colour of our skin
My uncle’s race changed on his death certificate

Back to the basics like the church forgot
Mathew Mark Luke Derek John
Making Jesus out to be everything he’s not
Blasphemy bringing Yah’s name to naught
It’s the good or the evil who’s side your on
Caught up in the confusion of Babylon
Fake names can’t save got it all wrong
Like Batman and Robin D$ Real Juan

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by Profit Money Beats
Mixed/mastered by D$

Yada (To Know or Perceive)

Yada [To Know or Perceive] (Prod Profit Money Beats)

"Starstruck" delivers a hard-hitting critique of greed, hypocrisy, and the exploitation of Indigenous peoples. D$ and Real Juan confront the legacy of stolen land, broken treaties, residential school trauma, and the ongoing crisis of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women. They expose religious and political corruption, challenge shallow fame-chasing, and call for courage, truth, and spiritual integrity. It’s both a condemnation of injustice and a declaration of cultural resilience.

Twisted up prophets’ gold lined inner pockets
You even hide when they come collecting door knockin
We walking on stolen land justice system broken
No talkin residential school’s grammas soul stolen
Murdered Missing Indigenous Women it’s sickening
To think a pure infant grows to be a sinner killin 
Nurture verse nature God verse Creator
Love verses hatred your sermon is theater
Growin up biracial never conversations
Blame it on the vein who reign distain for validation
You shamed us shipped us off to reservations
Keep us in a box like the Blacks with segregation
A game? Not playin I’m standin here sayin
We are here never going away no makin us
Cause the trust that was had has long since rust
Busted and shattered by you a glutton for lust

By the fame and the fortune, they were Starstruck
They in it to be praised not the love
Their life priorities are twisted up
Once they’ve made a hit it was not enough
Breath of life breathed into the dust
They had a soul they could not corrupt
Who for or against only Yah could trust
By the fame and the fortune, they were Starstruck

Prayers over our grandmothers and our grandfathers
Teachings passed down to our sons and our daughters
Poverty and poisons the firewater
Agreements of the four fathers that were never honored
Not done in love Respect and honesty
Treat my heritage like somethings wrong with me
Rent is due this land belongs to me
They incarcerate us in the penitentiaries
Been happening for a couple hundred centuries
War on our culture and our families
So, it’ll take courage respect and bravery
Sacred wisdom truth and humility
In our spirits and minds and our bodies
Truth is we are dying in the streets
Our voice isn’t heard either or our needs
They came with Jesus and democracy

By the fame and the fortune, they were Starstruck
They in it to be praised not the love
Their life priorities are twisted up
Once they’ve made a hit it was not enough
Breath of life breathed into the dust
They had a soul they could not corrupt
Who for or against only Yah could trust
By the fame and the fortune, they were Starstruck

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by Profit Money Beats
Mixed/mastered by D$

Starstruck (Prod Profit Money Beats)

"The Reckoning" — the EP’s title track — captures the heart of the project, fusing emotional honesty with spiritual fire. D$ and Real Juan wrestle with love’s dual nature, faith’s refining heat, and the personal battles that shape who we are, turning vulnerability into strength and clarity.

You bring out the best and worst in me
Is it your love that’s hurtin me
I treat this like an emergency
Face my feelings the reckoning

Feel you in my soul whole hearted dearly departed
Auctioned off my thoughts “Lost” Mathew Fox honoured
Rearranged the stranger things in my mind
“No Time 2 Die” the wire walk in life is something of the wild
The anger bubbles trouble cause I’ll put you in check
You bet best believe this vet of depression
Is teachin lessons cherished visions of the past fade in time
But your love shines clearly two faces of the same coin two different minds

You bring out the best and worst in me
Is it your love that’s hurtin me
I treat this like an emergency
Face my feelings the reckoning

That I am what I am Yah gets the credit
With the tough love so you don’t forget it
Ruah Ha Qodesh steps in if you let it
Want something real well come get it
Love filled with passion that sparks a reaction
Fire in your bosom falls into your lappin
Believe in miracles waiting for it to happen
Satisfaction of seeing love in action

You bring out the best and worst in me
Is it your love that’s hurtin me
I treat this like an emergency
Face my feelings the reckoning
You bring out the best and worst in me
Is it your love that’s hurtin me
I treat this like an emergency
Face my feelings the reckoning
You bring out the best and worst in me
Is it your love that’s hurtin me
I treat this like an emergency
Face my feelings the reckoning

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by D$, Real Juan
Mixed/mastered by D$

Award-Winning Writer/Director Hayley Morin joins us on the day that her documentary, "Under the Arbor" debuts on CBC Gem. In the interview, Hayley shares why she wanted to make the doc, which highlights the lives of several Cree dancers and Singers on the Treaty 6 Pow Wow circuit. 

Award-Winning Writer Director Hayley Morin talks with Char about her "Under the Arbor" doc

Courage

MC/producer D$ (formerly Endangered Logik) creates honest, introspective hip-hop shaped by underground roots and raw life experience. Influenced by 2Pac’s truth and Will Smith’s storytelling, he crafts music that hits deeper. From Today’s Yesterday to In Business, and now Greatest Hits, it’s always been growth over gimmicks.

 My name is Jeremy Moore, I am from Timmins, ON, Canada. Here I post recordings my wife and I do, as well as, stuff I record with my friends, enjoy! 

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