Moments in Time Pt 2: Str8 from Tha Heart

Take Control

Two Steps at a Time

Good Story

Back Where Boots Belong

Nonstop

We all swear we’re moving forward, but sometimes the gravitational pull of the past is too strong. "Backsliders" is an anthem for the relapse, the return to the old bad habit, and the comfortable rut of the mistake you keep making. It’s gritty, honest, and doesn't offer easy redemption—just a mirror held up to our weakest moments. A rootsy confession for anyone who knows the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and we're already halfway down it.

Backsliders

Nasty 150 bpm (@Sinnxry)

Ivory & Iron

I hope you like the new gospel hip hop fusion version of this song!

Lyrics © Señor Barends:

And I looked, and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him
And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth
To kill with sword, and with hunger, and with curse
To unleash the beasts of the earth…

There’s a shadow on the mountain, there’s a trembling in the stone 
There’s a King upon the highway and He walks it all alone 
He’s got a ledger in his pocket and a pen inside his hand 
And He’s walking past the borders of the sinner’s promised land 
The grain is in the silo or the chaff is in the fire 
And the price is getting heavy for the liar and the buyer

Hear the trumpet in the canyon, hear the thunder in the clay 
There’s no shadow you can hide in when the night becomes the day 
It’s a long time coming, but the payment’s finally due 
When the Pale Rider stops his horse and turns his eyes to you

There’s nowhere left to run to and there’s nowhere left to hide 
The silver and the gold are turning into rust and dust 
And the iron gates are buckling from the weight of greed and lust 
One hundred million angels singing something soft and low 
While the river turns to blood and stops its steady flow

Alpha and Omega 
The First and the Last 
The future is a mirror reflecting all the past

Hear the trumpet in the canyon, hear the thunder in the clay 
There’s no shadow you can hide in when the night becomes the day 
It’s a long time coming, but the payment’s finally due 
When the Pale Rider stops his horse and turns his eyes to you

Hear these words, for the silence draws near,
When the seventh seal breaks, there’ll be no time for fear
The book of remembrance lies open and wide
And the wheat and the chaff cannot walk side by side
And when the Pale Rider stands where you once stood
The truth will speak louder than any man could

The Pale Rider

An older one, a little dusty, still golden. LC

SuthernSweet

[Verse 1]
Got a picture of my daddy,
Worn soft around the sides.
He taught me how to stand my ground,
Not how to quiet my mind.
There’s a lighter from my wild years,
Still half-full of gasoline—
Some memories spark too easy,
Some don’t ever come out clean.

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t talk about it much—
But it’s the weight behind my touch…

[Chorus]
These are the things I carry—
The ones that made me, broke me, saved me.
Every mile on this heart’s old tread
Comes from folks who tried to change me.
I ain’t proud of every story,
But they’re the truth that lives inside me…
Yeah, love me right and you’ll still find
The things I carry.

[Verse 2]
There’s a little bit of anger
I keep buried in my chest.
Shows up when I’m worn down—
Reminds me what’s still left.
Got a prayer I stole from Mama,
Got a fear I learned alone…
Funny how the same two hands
Build a life or throw a stone.

[Pre-Chorus]
Still learnin’ how to choose
What to keep and what to lose…

[Chorus]
These are the things I carry—
The ones that shaped me, pushed me, dared me.
If I hold on hard or love too long,
It’s ’cause someone tried to spare me.
I ain’t proud of every story,
But they ride along beside me…
Yeah, walk with me and you’ll still feel
The things I carry.

[Bridge]
One day I’ll lay ’em down—
Find a little peace somehow.
But ’til that day, just understand…
I’m doin’ the best I can.

[Final Chorus]
These are the things I carry—
Not excuses, just what made me.
If you stay, I’ll share the load
Of all the ghosts that chase me daily.
I ain’t proud of every chapter,
But if you want the whole story…
Come close and I’ll let you hold
The things I carry.


The Things I Carry

Title: Beast Mode
(P. Yuan)

In the second verse of this song, I rap about the various musical influences I had while growing up, such as Jay-z, Big Pun, Canibus, Nas, 2Pac, and Eminem, among others. In this song, I also rap about my experiences growing up. The beat is a Southern type beat produced by producer SFTRAXX.

Lyrics:
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Chorus:
Beast Mode
My flow is lethal
Beast Mode
Unite the North, West, South and the East Coast
I'm scoring free throw
touring from Vancity to T.O.
Beast Mode
You can't find me, Nemo
Beast Mode
Hear me record like TiVo
Control the masses, cater to short people
You break the rules, we follow the g-code
I make plays not misses
you hate, write disses
yo girl, my mistress bout to make her my missus
I'm from the North, yet I'm Southernplayalistic.
My girl would never let no other playa hit it.
I'm ridin' in my Nissan throwin' peace signs
bumpin' Outkast ATLiens track fizive
mackin' 'til I dizie you can't fuck with this side
Vancity's where I reside bumpin' hip-hop
ever since I was knee-high / Tupac and B.I.
Cali to Bed-Stuy, Bone thugs to Nelly
hollerin' E.I., E.I. T.I. to Paul Wall
throwin' up his peace sign.
Fourteen dead or alive Jay-z Big Pun Eminem Nas.
The Game, Fugees, when they had Pras.
Ice Cube, Biggie, Tupac.
Ice T, Ra, Bizzy, K. Dot

Chorus:

On the road to riches, and diamond rings
Ima get some bitches be flyer than wings
My Cadillac got two do's, I'm giving kudos
yo at the rate I'm goin' I'm about to win a Juno
in 20 you know. I've been this fly n bright
since I was twenty-uno. Matter fact rewind that
to when I was barely fourteen.
Around fifteen you can catch me splurging
at the local mall or warehouse I guess,
shopping at Gap, Footlocker or Guess
I'm like a Loch Ness monster when I rhyme
Scaring all the babies leave mothers behind
Then I creep up n' just kick'em to the curb.
Yeah Yuze P. is ill he's sicker than ya heard.
Chinchilla for some fur gettin' on ya nerves
Ima throw a tandrum, I'm leaving out the do'
soon as I hear Player's Anthem.

Chorus:

I came up on +Puffy I'll Be Missing You+
When I started rappin' dissin' was cool.
Back when 2Pac was all I would listen to
in my headphones, on my way to school.
'How To Rob' came out, 50 was crazy.
Jay-z told'em +fuck you pay me+
It's +Money Cash Hoes, Money Cash Hoes+ (what)
n' Kirk Franklin was robbin' black folks.
The rhymes they spit had me so mesmerized,
Bumpin' Jermaine Dupri, TQ Westside.
Hot Boys hollerin' 'I Need A Hot Girl'
UGK in 'Big Pimpin' made me rock furs
Juvenile's like 'Ha', 'Back That Azz Up'
Canibus made me battle for your last buck.
Big Pun came out he was so lyrical,
cuz 'even if I stuttered I would still sh - sh - shit on you'.

Beast Mode (Explicit) (Prod. by SF Traxx)

Gulp Ya Down

TOUCH AND GO frfr

I use to know someone who once said the expletives in this song to explain something was badly broken so I wrote the lyrics around that, thanks for listening. All lyrics are written entirely by me; the music was created with the assistance of AI.

More Rust Than Paint

some raw shit

lyrics:

i need a fresh wake
got a fucking headache
calendar can't count my days
overrated ain't my taste
keep my name up out your mouth
you gon find me out boy,
i'm straight up out the south, say
whatchu talkin bout, boy?

tell me when it's over please
i'm slippin up, dazed off some meds
a lack of sleep, and adderal
a doctor ain't gon cure my head
just let the warmth surround me,
fuck some plans, i'm probably sleepin' in
the devil knows me better than you ever will, or ever have

sittin edge bed
testin resilience of my skin
i wanna shine so fuckin brightly
when reflected cleanse my sin
and so brilliantly lightin up this motherfucker 
burnin down this motherfucker 
pour me up another drink
and throw it up just like my mother
fienin'
open eyes, day-dreamin'
stout with my demeanor
out the window, pain is leavin'
and once again i'm suturing' my wounds cus  i been mothafuckin' bleedin
told my fam about my struggles 
told them hoes, they knew me better
drown myself in hunnid proof
so i can feel included
healin scars with bottles
but my soul gonna stay secluded
amused by the peace i found
ain't got a worry what they doin
motivated by aggression, that's just me, ain't nothin' to it
fuck the money
fuck a switch-up
all that paper fuckin' useless
i just hope that one day i can view my scars as stars, 
count them profusely

Stitches

“Old Trusty” is a character-driven country song narrated by an old F-150 looking back on the life of the man who’s driven it through heaven, hell, first dates, funerals, fights, and growing up. This AI-produced demo helps bring the song’s emotion and narrative to life beyond the worktape.

Lyrics & melody 100% human-written.
AI used only for production.

Written by Josh Huff
© 2025 (All rights reserved)

Old Trusty - Demo (AI Production)

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

It's my passion to make quality songs using all resources available to me. As a music enthusiast I'm interested in many different genres. 

My music production process is a blend of traditional songwriting and cutting-edge AI. 

It all starts with the human touch: I craft the lyrics and song structures myself, sometimes accompanied by music I recorded or composed.

From these foundational elements, I then bring the songs to life using synthetic voices and musicians. 

A key aspect of my creative flow is "jamming" with what I call "personas", distinct AI voices and styles that offer consistent character and sound. 

My roots in music stretch back to the 1970s, when I was a drummer boy in the local harmony. 

The 1990s marked a pivotal moment with the advent of MIDI, opening up new avenues for instrumental composition. 

The early 2000s saw me dive deep into Digital Audio Workstations (DAWs), and during that time, I also picked up the guitar. 

Since 2024, integrating AI into my workflow has been a transformative experience. 

It has unlocked unprecedented creative possibilities, providing access to a vast array of virtuoso vocalists and instruments, from intricate acoustic guitar arrangements to full orchestras.

Songwriter. Lyrics and melodies are fully human-written.
Demos are produced using AI based on my original worktapes to help showcase the songs.
Writing modern country with heart, tension, and honest moments.

I’m JD Hodge — Oklahoma-born, red dirt-raised, and songwriting for over 30 years.

In 2024, I flatlined on an operating table. Cardiac arrest. Everything changed.

When I came back, the words came with me — like they’d been waiting their turn. Since then, the songs haven’t stopped. I write what’s real: struggle, hope, grit, and grace — stories meant to be felt.

You’ll hear pieces of my past, my people, and the kind of heartland truth you can’t fake. These songs aren’t just mine — they’re for anyone who’s fought through silence and still found a voice.

Retired • Lyricist • Country • Americana • Acoustic Soul
Oklahoma, USA

Americana, Deep Southern Swampland, grooving from that muckrat point of view

L1ST3N whIle y0u THRIV3
LIK3S AND R3POSTS COST NOTHING, d0n't be a b1nary cuck!!! lik3, repost, shar3, COMMUNITY ya'll l3t's support 3ach other! For3v3r sending prayers of love and light for the world  lets ASCEND together after all, we are all of a SOUL COLL3CTIV3 remember? its OK no stress if you don't let's try to recollect together

I have been song writing since the late 70’s and attempting to play and sing them on my guitar and harmonica. Having recently discovered using AI to bring my lyrics and songs to life and I’m having the best time ever doing this. It has breathed new life into my lyrics and inspired me to write more, thank you for taking the time to listen ☺️

Yuze P. (You-zee P.) is a rapper hailing from Vancity (Vancouver), British Columbia, CANADA.

After moving around East Vancouver at an early age, Yuze P.'s family finally settled in Marpole, West Side Vancouver, where he honed his rap skills. Rap was frowned upon at home, so as a kid, Yuze P. would wait until everyone was asleep to start bumping rap radio in his room. Marpole is what makes him. This is his story.

My greatest influences: 2Pac, Nas, Jay-z, Eminem, Big Pun(isher), The Notorious B.I.G., Dr. Dre, Common, Hot Boys, Canibus, LL Cool J, Ma$e, Outkast, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, Wu-Tang Clan, Method Man, Redman, Busta Rhymes, Mobb Deep, Scarface, DJ Quik, Kurupt, DPG, KRS-One, Rakim, Gangstarr, Rappin-4-Tay, The Game, Ice Cube, Warren G, Westside Connection, & more.

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