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Against The Odds by Soul Spring is a cinematic Hip-Hop / Pop fusion anthem about overcoming obstacles and turning pressure into power. With bold production, reflective lyricism, and a triumphant flow, Soul Spring transforms pain into progress and struggle into strength.

 “They doubted my wings, but I still fly — built from grit, born to defy.”

For those who rise after every fall, this is your soundtrack for the grind, the prayer, and the victory. 

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Against The Odds

limerence is a curse

A short limerick I wrote inspired the full song: 
There’s a bible on my table 
The book is full of fable 
As it lies there out of place 
Where my remote aught’ be incase 
I decide to watch reality on cable! 


Yeah…
Sometimes the truth just sittin’ right there,
You just too busy scrollin’ to see it.
Let’s talk.

There’s a Bible on my table, dust on the spine,
Full of faith and stories I been missin’ in time.
Remote right next to it, battle for my mind —
Click away from heaven, one show at a time.
I ain’t mockin’ God, I’m just facin’ the fight,
Between the Word and the world that glow at night.
Tryna pray, but my phone keep ringin’,
Devil on line two, yeah, that boy still singin’.

There’s a Bible on my table, callin’ my name,
But this world got channels full of fame.
Tryin’ to find peace in a digital flame,
Lord, I see the light, but I stray just the same. 
There’s a Bible on my table, I ain’t ashamed,
Walkin’ through storms, still praisin’ Your name.
Life get hard, I been wild, I been able,
But grace still waitin’ on my table. 

Mama said read, but I hit that snooze,
Chasin’ headlines, tryna not lose.
Faith on pause, temptation on play,
But the Word don’t fade, it just wait for the day.
Got scars from the streets, but I still got breath,
Ain’t luck — that’s love that out-ran death.
So I wipe off the dust, open that page,
Let the Spirit talk through this modern age.

There’s a Bible on my table, callin’ my name,
But this world got channels full of fame.
Tryin’ to find peace in a digital flame,
Lord, I see the light, but I stray just the same. 
There’s a Bible on my table, I ain’t ashamed,
Walkin’ through storms, still praisin’ Your name.
Life get hard, I been wild, I been able,
But grace still waitin’ on my table. 

Turn the screen off, turn my faith on,
Ain’t no signal when your soul’s gone wrong.
Every line I read, that’s life reborn,
Bible on the table, heart transformed. 

Bible… on my table…
God still… able…
H-Town… faith… unshakable…

Bible on my table(HD)

Note: Crystal stair, is a metaphor for an easy, privileged life! 
This Track is about encouragement from Mother to Son!

“Life for me… ain’t been no crystal stair… no, no…”
 “But I’m still climbin’… still risin’ through the air…”

Yeah…
Mama said, “Boy, life don’t come sweet,
No red carpet, just cracked concrete.”
Tacks in the floor, cuts in my feet,
But I still keep climbin’ — no retreat.
Rain hit hard, lights fade low,
Turnin’ them corners, movin’ slow.
Every step built from the pain I know,
And the tears I shed help the garden grow.
I been broke, but I never been bowed,
Lost in the dark, but I still stay proud.
Every scar I got make the block say loud,
That struggle made me — I’m the voice of the crowd.

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair,
But I’m still climbin’, I’m still there.
Through the dark nights, through the cold air,
Still holdin’ on — I’m almost there. 
No lights, no shine, no easy prayer,
Just blood on the steps and hope somewhere.
So boy, don’t fall, don’t stop, don’t fear —
We still climbin’, we still here. 

Ain’t no dream without grindin’ first,
Ain’t no crown if you don’t see dirt.
Every wound I got came with work,
Every lesson learned, every bridge got burnt.
Seen folks quit, seen faith get shook,
Lost my way but I never got took.
Now I write my pain like a Holy Book,
Page by page — look what it took.
Mama still climbin’, I carry that flame,
Every step I take, I whisper her name.
H-Town roots, it’s a different game,
From the hood to the heights — same pain, same rain.

Don’t give up, baby, don’t look down…
I came too far, can’t stop now.
Even when the floor fall out somehow…
 I’m still climbin’, mama, look at me now. 

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair,
But I’m still climbin’, I’m still there.
Through the dark nights, through the cold air,
Still holdin’ on — I’m almost there. 
No lights, no shine, no easy prayer,
Just blood on the steps and hope somewhere.
So boy, don’t fall, don’t stop, don’t fear —
We still climbin’, we still here. 

“Still… cliimbin’…”
“No… crystaaal… stair…”
 “H-Towwn… foreveeer…”

Still Climbin(HD)

“L.A.N.E” represents that one person we all outgrow.

L.A.N.E

Clink on the rim and the room goes tight
Forks line up like troops in the night
Turkey looks calm but the heat ain't light
Family cold war sitting pretty in sight

Yeah we walk in slow with the coats still damp
Kitchen lights buzz like a military camp
Grandpa stares long like he reading a file
Cousin on edge with a counterfeit smile
Auntie drops jokes like she buying some time
Uncle plays nice but he’s priming a line
Tension on tilt, you can smell that smoke
Every grin rehearsed like a holiday joke
We all take seats like the scene been blocked
Mom on the far end keeping eyes padlocked
Turkey in the center like a neutral zone
But every carved slice got a trigger tone
Table talk thin like a cracked veneer
Everybody laughing but the cracks appear
Politics sleeping at the edge of the plate
But one wrong word and the mood rotates
We pour that wine like a peace accord
But the peace ain’t real, just a dinner reward
All these toasts sound sweet at first
But each one's hiding a loaded burst

Glasses clink while the truth stays hid
Plastic smiles on every grown up kid
Turkey looks calm but the fire ain’t dead
Every toast hides a bullet aimed at a head
Glasses clink while we fake that cheer
Plastic smiles but the line’s unclear
Turkey sits proud on a throne of lies
Every toast hides a bullet in disguise

Front room coated in a warm gold tint
But the air feels heavy like a coded hint
Kids run around but the vibe ain’t pure
You can sense the storm that the walls endure
Dad taps twice on the edge of his chair
That’s the old signal, the “don’t go there”
Mom’s soft laugh got a tremble in pitch
Grandma’s eyes twitch when the cousins switch
Conversation flips like a faulty fuse
Someone brings up news, that's a family bruise
Sudden silence thick like gravy poured slow
Everybody waits for the temper to blow
Uncle starts smiling but the smile’s too wide
Cousin checks out, staring off to the side
Mashed potato mountain on a trembling plate
But nobody hungry for the family state
Turkey gets carved like a history page
Where the truth gets blurred in a performative stage
Every bite chewed like a lie rehearsed
We feed on the peace but the peace is cursed
Under the table our knees knock stress
Holiday cheer just a tactical dress

Glasses clink while the truth stays hid
Plastic smiles on every grown up kid
Turkey looks calm but the fire ain’t dead
Every toast hides a bullet aimed at a head
Glasses clink while we fake that cheer
Plastic smiles but the line’s unclear
Turkey sits proud on a throne of lies
Every toast hides a bullet in disguise

Voices too loud like they masking fear
Chairs shift left when the past comes near
Laughter goes high like a studio track
Engineered bright to keep conflict back
Kitchen door swings like a warning sign
Footsteps quiet on a fraying line
Somebody mentions a forgotten debt
Room goes cold like a silhouette
Turkey steam rises like a fragile truce
One bad joke and the flames get loose
Everybody staring at a glass half filled
Trying not to spill what the year has killed

Glasses clink while the truth stays hid
Plastic smiles on every grown up kid
Turkey looks calm but the fire ain’t dead
Every toast hides a bullet aimed at a head
Glasses clink while we fake that cheer
Plastic smiles but the line’s unclear
Turkey sits proud on a throne of lies
Every toast hides a bullet in disguise

Dinner winds down but the cold war stays
Silent in the hall in the after-days
Turkey long gone but the heat remains
Quiet little ghosts in the family veins

Turkey Cold War

myspace freestyle (Prod. Jvsper)

Yeah… H-Town stand up,
From the north to the south,
Sunnyside to Acres Home — we still holdin’.
rplayin’ on the grind, let’s ride…
rplayin’ on the grind, let’s ride…
rplayin’ on the grind, let’s ride…

Candy drippin’ off the curb, that’s the city I’m from,
Slabs crawlin’ slow, wood wheel in my palm.
Every corner got a story, every block got a song,
I came from them long nights tryna right what went wrong.
Now I’m flippin’ vision to fruition, money mission,
Dreams bigger than the Bayou, clear with precision.
Cypress side roots, H-Town ambition,
Still tippin’ on foes, no superstition.
From the Screw tapes to the skyline rise,
We done seen dark days, now we shine like the prize.
Hurricanes tried to drown us — nah, we survived,
Now we buildin’ brick by brick, watch the hustle revive.

H H-Town heavy, yeah we grindin’ steady,
Chrome so clean, trunk pop confetti.
Money on my mind, but my soul stay ready,
We survivin’, thrivin’, born to keep it levee.
H H-Town heavy, from the block to the bay,
We make somethin’ outta nothin’ every single day.
Still sippin’ on success, in a candy paint way,
Houston, baby — we don’t fade, we slay.

I remember them lights off, heat from the stove,
Mama prayin’ hard just to soften the load.
Now I’m passin’ blessings, like I pass that code,
Got the city in my veins, platinum in my soul.
Astro Astro-blue dreams, Texans on the field,
We built tough, baby, never learned to yield.
From cypress side love to the Heights appeal,
We break bread with the fam, keep the circle real.
They talk crime, but we talk climb,
Flippin’ struggle to success, one verse at a time.
We from the city of syrup, but the flow’s divine,
Turn pain to progress, that’s the bottom line.

H H-Town heavy, yeah we grindin’ steady,
(We grindin’, we grindin’)
Chrome so clean, trunk pop confetti.
Money on my mind, but my soul stay ready,
We survivin’, thrivin’, born to keep it levee.

H H-Town heavy, yeah we grindin’ steady,
(We grindin’, we grindin’)
Chrome so clean, trunk pop confetti.
Money on my mind, but my soul stay ready,
We survivin’, thrivin’, born to keep it levee.

From Alief to the East End,
We buildin’ again,
New hustle, new hope,
Same heart within.
This city don’t fold — we bend, we mend,
Houston forever, we rise, we win.

Slow, slow H-Town... H-Town...H-Town
We still holdin’…We still holdin’…We still holdin’…
We still holdin’…We still holdin’…
From the mud to the stars — Houston golden.

H-Town Heavy(HD)

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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.

DO NOT APPROCH ME WITH PROMOTIONS!
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HOPELESS ROMANTIC. STREET-BORN. SOUL-WRITTEN.
I don’t just write songs. I live them.
Every verse bleeds. Every bar breathes. Every line carries truth.
I don’t chase clout. I craft emotion.
My words have weight — they lift, they break, they heal.
This is lyrical fire. This is emotional depth. This is rplayin.
Welcome to my world.
Where rhythm speaks what the heart can’t say.
Where nothing is off-limits — not the pain, not the passion, not the past.
Let the words play.
Let the feelings in.
Search “rplayin” and feel the story.

Soul Spring Music is the sound of resilience, love, and inspiration poured into every song. Blending the warmth of soul, the intimacy of R&B, trap, and hip-hop, and the storytelling of modern neo-soul. 


Soul Spring Music creates songs that speak to the heart and uplift the spirit. Each track is born from lived experiences — love, healing, ambition, and faith — transformed into melodies that carry both vulnerability and strength. 

Whether it’s an anthem of self-love, a ballad of long-distance connection, or a song about chasing dreams, Soul Spring Music’s sound is about more than entertainment: it’s about reflection, empowerment, and soulful connection.

With smooth vocals, heartfelt lyrics, and production that bridges the classic and the contemporary, Soul Spring Music is building a catalogue that reminds listeners: music flowing from the soul can touch the soul of another.

"Reality is wrong, dreams are for real." - Makaveli The Don

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