Soft keys, low horns, morning haze.
Snap. Sip. Sunlight hits the face.

Sheets still warm, I stretch in time,
Clock keeps hush, rhythm’s mine.
Yesterday’s doubt slid off my skin,
Confidence curls where dreams begin.
A slow riff under my breath,
Mood so good it scares the stress.
Every pore hums—yeah, that’s bliss,
I woke up like this.

I woke up looking like this, no pretense, no fix.
Just a groove, just a glow, just this.
I woke up looking like this

Trumpet answers what my soul said,
Brushes whisper, I nod my head.
Coffee swirl, mirror grin,
Every scar now dressed in gin.
The world outside still half-asleep,
But my beat runs twelve feet deep.
Don’t call it luck, call it grace—
That’s the truth I wear on my face.

I woke up looking like this, golden tone, pure kiss.
Unlearned fear, kept the bliss.
I woke up looking like this

Mmm… listen—
Every woman, every man,
has a morning they finally stand.
No crown, no makeup,
just breath and rhythm waking up.
Say it with me slow:
I woke up like this.

How’d you wake up?
Like this.
How’d you shine so sweet?
Like this.
What’s that groove beneath your skin?
I been livin’, I been freein’.
I woke up like this.

Bass walks out, horns sigh,
one last brush, one long high.
Morning closes with a kiss—
I woke up looking like this.

I woke up like this (Jazz R&B reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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