Michael Cera

I long to see the solan-goose
Wing over Ailsa crag
At dusk again—or Girvan gulls at dawn;
To see the osprey grayly glide
The winds of Kamasaig:
For grayness now my heart is set upon.
The grayness of sea-spaces where
There's loneliness alone,
Save for the wings that sweep it with unrest,
Save for the hunger-cries that sound
And die into a moan,
Save for the moaning hunger in my breast.
For grayness is the hue of all
In life that is not lies.
A thousand years of tears are in my heart;
And only in their mystery
Can I be truly wise:
From light and laughter follies only start.
I long to see the mists again
Above the tumbling tide
Of Ailsa, at the coming of the night.
There's weariness and emptiness
And soul unsatisfied
Forever in the places of delight

A Thousand Years Of Tears

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Oh, fisher-fleet, go in from the sea
And furl your wings.
The bay is gray with the twilit spray
And the loud surf springs.
Ooh ooh ooh 
The chill buoy-bell is rung by the hands
Of all the drowned,
Who know the woe of the wind and tow
Of the tides around.
Go in, go in! Oh, haste from the sea,
And let them rest—
The throng who long for the air—still long,
But are still unblest.
Aye, even as I, whose hands at the bell
Now labour most.
The tomb has gloom, but oh, the doom
Of the drear sea-ghost!
He evermore must wander the ooze
Beneath the wave,
Forlorn—to warn of the tempest born,
And to save—to save!
Then go, go in! and leave us the sea,
For only so
Can peace release us and give us ease
Of our salty woe

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Sea Ghost I

Sea Ghost II

Sea Ghost III

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Oh, fisher-fleet, go in from the sea
And furl your wings.
The bay is gray with the twilit spray
And the loud surf springs.
Ooh ooh ooh 
The chill buoy-bell is rung by the hands
Of all the drowned,
Who know the woe of the wind and tow
Of the tides around.
Go in, go in! Oh, haste from the sea,
And let them rest—
The throng who long for the air—still long,
But are still unblest.
Aye, even as I, whose hands at the bell
Now labour most.
The tomb has gloom, but oh, the doom
Of the drear sea-ghost!
He evermore must wander the ooze
Beneath the wave,
Forlorn—to warn of the tempest born,
And to save—to save!
Then go, go in! and leave us the sea,
For only so
Can peace release us and give us ease
Of our salty woe

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Adapted from the poem A Sea-Ghost by Cale Young Rice (https://allpoetry.com/A-Sea-Ghost)

Sea Ghost IV

Sea Ghost V

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost
Sea ghost
Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Oh, fisher-fleet, go in from the sea
And furl your wings.
The bay is gray with the twilit spray
And the loud surf springs.
Ooh ooh ooh 
The chill buoy-bell is rung by the hands
Of all the drowned,
Who know the woe of the wind and tow
Of the tides around.
Go in, go in! Oh, haste from the sea,
And let them rest—
The throng who long for the air—still long,
But are still unblest.
Aye, even as I, whose hands at the bell
Now labour most.
The tomb has gloom, but oh, the doom
Of the drear sea-ghost!
He evermore must wander the ooze
Beneath the wave,
Forlorn—to warn of the tempest born,
And to save—to save!
Then go, go in! and leave us the sea,
For only so
Can peace release us and give us ease
Of our salty woe

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Sea Ghost VI

Firefly
Firefly
Firefly Firefly Firefly
Firefly

Little torch-bearer, alone with me in the night,
You cannot light the sea, nor I illumine life.
They are too vast for us, they are too deep for us.
We glow with all our strength, but back the shadows sweep:
And after a while will come—unshadowed Sleep.
Here on the rocks that take the turning tide;
Here by the wide lone waves and lonelier wastes of sky,

Firefly,

Firefly

Firefly Firefly Firefly

Firefly

We keep our poet-watch, as patient poets should,
Questioning earth's commingled ill and good to us.
Yet little of them, or naught, have truly understood.
Bright are the stars, and constellated thick.
To you, so quick to flit along your flickering course,
They seem perhaps as glowing mates in other fields.

And all the knowledge I have gathered yields to me
Scarce more of the great mystery their wonder wields.
For the moon we are waiting—and behold
Her ardent gold drifts up, her sail has caught the breeze
That blows all being thro the Universe always.
So now, little light-keeper, you no more need nurse
Your gleam, for lo! she mounts, and sullen clouds disperse.

[chorus]
Firefly,

Firefly

Firefly Firefly Firefly

Firefly

[bridge]

And I with aching thought may cease to burn,
And humbly turn to rest—knowing no glow of mine
Can ever be so beauteous as have been to me
Your soft beams here beside the sea's elusive din:
For grief too oft has kindled me, and pain, and the world's sin

Firefly,

Firefly

Firefly Firefly Firefly

Firefly

To A Firefly By The Sea.   ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ≽༏≼  ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

[Intro – Lil Vonn ]
(Organ and gospel humming fade in)
They told me “pray about it”...
But I been prayin’ with a pistol under my pillow
Forgive me, Lord.
This that hood gospel… Brezzy.

[Verse 1 –  Lil Vonn]
Mama said “God got you” — but so did the streets
So I learned scripture and switches in the same week
Used to sleep with a hoodie, and tears on my cheek
Now I spit verses 'bout pain over heavenly beats

They don’t see the bruises under designer
I lost faith in people, but God never left a reminder
I seen angels on corners, and devils in pews
And some blessings came late, but I still made it through

They ask me how I’m still here — it’s prayer and paranoia
Still talk to my cousin through the glass like a lawyer
Told him, “Keep ya faith up, even when it rain”
He said, “Brezzy, I ain’t fold — just carryin’ pain”

[Hook – Lil Vonn]
This that hood gospel, pain in my verse
Preachin’ with a .40 tucked deep in the murk
I ain’t perfect, but I pray with dirt on my shirt
Still thank God when it’s bad — that’s faith at work
(Oohhh...)
Hood gospel… we sing it in silence
Bible in the left, while the right move in violence

[Verse 2 –YN 4KBREZZY ]
Yeah…
I came from the mud where the halos get bent
Where we light candles for brothers who ain’t never repent
I done seen preachers sell hope for a Benz
So I trust my gut and the Glock more than friends

Sunday suit but a felon at heart
Tryna make it out this jungle where loyalty’s art
Told my niece: “Baby, school gon’ save you”
But I know they shoot first, even angels can’t break through

This life’ll test you, stretch you, bless you, and ghost you
I put pain in my lyrics ‘cause the streets almost froze you
Now I move holy, but I still hear sirens
So I speak like a prophet, but sleep like a tyrant

[Hook – YN 4KBREZZY & Lil Vonn]
This that hood gospel, pain in my verse
Preachin’ with a .40 tucked deep in the murk
I ain’t perfect, but I pray with dirt on my shirt
Still thank God when it’s bad — that’s faith at work
(Oohhh...)
Hood gospel… we sing it in silence
Bible in the left, while the right move in violence

[Outro – Both]
This the gospel they don’t read in the book...
It’s written in scars and courtrooms and shoeboxes.
Pray for us.


“Hood Gospel (ft. Lil Vonn)” – YN 4KBREZZY
⛪🔥 Street Soul | Trap Testimony | VVS Grit

In “Hood Gospel,” YN 4KBREZZY and Lil Vonn deliver a powerful sermon from the streets — a prayer for the broken, the betrayed, and the misunderstood. Over emotional church organs and booming 808s, they speak truth about survival, faith, and pain that no choir ever sang about.

“Bible in the left, while the right move in violence…”

This ain’t no polished gospel. It’s hope in a hoodie. It’s what redemption sounds like when it’s been through hell first.

🔊 For the ones who still believe, even when life don’t show it.
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YE verse 4.2

you say you need me
but you need to be free
of responsibility
of taking ownership of whatcha do

so when it’s your deal
doesn’t matter how i feel
it’s your way
or there’s no way, baby

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YN 4KBREZZY | 🎥 Trap in 4K
📍 Dallas, TX | 🎤 Pain Rap | 🥶 Street Soul

“I see pain in high def.”
YN 4KBREZZY tells his story in raw detail — trauma, loyalty, betrayal, and come-up scars. Blending melodic trap with street gospel, Brezzy brings you into his world with 808s, rainy nights, and real emotion. Every verse is a memory, every hook a flashback.

🎧 For fans of: Lil Durk, Rod Wave, NoCap, Rylo, Toosii
🔊 Creator of the “VVS Grit” sound — icy melodies, heavy truth.

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