Lyrics:

Keep my Heart On Sleeve.
I keep my Heart On Sleeve.
I keep my Heart On Sleeve.
I keep my, uh!

Always believe ya can achieve, get so full on can! Not a can’t, we gotta chant, yo, fo sho’ we ran, a span of greatness, they may hate this? Oh well then! Doubters are pouters on routers, saying bull and spin. They way, hey, I’m a go flow when. I wanna flaunt a skill, it so ill, the bro has been. Showing off, ya got a lot of disbelief ya pulling in. But like a bad shot in golf ya better mull again (mulligan). Cause I been a ten, when I spin nothing. I’m not bluffing, I got something of substance, a dub hence is in this air, A Hype he be the flair, that we need, to succeed, rolling in dough (indo) like weed. And I gotta lotta heed to the powers that be, all the hours that I see, I gotta be going, not on E. Plotting the, biggest reign on the map, wit’ this rap. The gig gets pain, simple and plain, for showing what they gain. Heart On Sleeve, someone wanna thieve, my art believe it can achieve. Pardon me but I’m like Michael Jordan be in the way I heave. Titles, my idols, great but wait they ain’t me. I’m not a saint but what I paint is worthy of unearthing. My confidence, my dominance, c’mon let’s get set on this crown. Are ya down, or will ya drown? I know that ‘til I ground buried, my found scurried style will ill for a while. So chill I pile these stacks up, I mean songs not racks up. I been on’s this piss poor ‘tude, I say I miss, sure dude! This is a new me though, truly yo! Oh! Ya wanna doubt out here, man I don’t care! I won’t tear or shred, my skies is rising and that your dread? Go ‘head!

A Hype and Saoirse H! Yah!

Heart On Sleeve (Prod. Saoirse H)

🎧 Song Insight – To Right the Wrongs by 4Me2BeFree
To Right the Wrongs is a weathered confession wrapped in bluesy redemption — a soul-searching reckoning with the past, sung from the edge of midnight.

Every Stone

🎧 Song Title: Geek ON Fleek
Artist: 4Me2BeFree

I told you this was my life playing out in real-time. These songs… they’re not just tracks. They’re my journal. My truth. Each lyric is a feeling—some from the past, some still unfolding—but all of them have a place on these walls.

From the walls that crumbled to the gardens that grew in their place, every piece is part of me… or who I used to be.

This song is a throwback in sound, but not in story. The story is very much alive.

So it would be wrong of me not to quietly, respectfully acknowledge the man who helped this one come to life.

When I was convinced the world had run dry of compassion, he reminded me that even in chaos, you can still show up—for people, for animals, for yourself.

He’s grown in ways I hope to. And no matter what happens next, I’ll always be proud of him.

And he’ll always be my friend..

🎼 Lyrics
[Intro]
vinyl crackle
Just me, alone, thinking ‘bout you.

[Verse 1]
The way you walk in, I can’t pretend—
I want a friend, I want my man.
His ass is fine, lips pop true,
Gettin’ stuck on him like glitter on glue.
Textin’ wild stuff about the things we do.

[Pre-Chorus]
yearning harmonies
I want my friend, I want him now.

[Chorus]
proud, layered hook
He’s my freak that’s shy,
That’s my f**kin’ guy.
No one else gets me high.

[Spoken Interlude]
spoken, sassy, tense
You can say hi...
But he’s not bi.
voice spikes BI!
steps shifting
Bitch, don’t try—hold my hoops, I’m ready.
chairs scraping tables moving
Come here... stop runnin’, my poochies ain’t steady.

[Verse 2]
raw rap, sensual phrasing
That’s him, right there in the crowd.
Pink kink shirt, yeah, him—no doubt.
Shy at first... wild at play.
I’m his geek, he’s my freak.
His lips, his neck... down to his—
sharp harmony Shut your mouth.
He got it locked in.
Mad respect for the thrill...

[Bridge]
music screeches to a halt
Wait... let me spill the truth.
To be real...
We just started talkin’ a few weeks ago.
Yeah, I write these songs and have fun—
Maybe scare him a little... come on strong.
But hearing him get nervous is cute.
And you know what?
He showed up.
No lies.
He showed up.

[Outro]
reflective, cinematic textures
Whoever lost him... lost their way.
Maybe the same way someone lost me.
To the ones who walked away:
I’d rather live and love,
And die young...
Than be rich, old, alone—
Never knowing what it meant to be loved.
Whatever happens...
My freak on fleek...
He’ll always be my friend.

🔗 4Me2BeFree
This song represents what 4Me2BeFree is about: humor, hurt, pride, and finding voice through contrast. It’s genderless and genreless and glam as hell... and it still hits.

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Fleek Geek

🎙️ Song Insight Post for "I Wish You Knew"
by 4Me2BeFree

🔻 Song Insight
“I Wish You Knew” captures the kind of moment you never forget—not because it was big or dramatic, but because it felt real. It's a song about noticing someone across the room, fumbling through your words, and trying not to fall apart every time they smile. The lyrics drip with the awkward sweetness of a first crush that almost goes unnoticed—until the universe gives you a maybe. It’s about daydreams stitched together with acoustic strings and fragile hope.

This isn’t heartbreak—it’s pre-heartbreak, pre-love, the sacred space where innocence, attraction, and fear all coexist in a single glance. It’s the song version of that memory you wish you could live again—not for closure, but just to feel it one more time.

🔻 Lyrics
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[Verse 1]  
Strumming along — I don't know the song.  
Can’t say I was listening to my own tune.  
Distracted by my new point of view…  
Something attractive — that’s all I knew.  

Every time I plan the words, they come out wrong.  
So I just stand and sing — it’s all I’ve got.  
Felt like a kid again… it’s something about you.  

Sitting, strumming a tune — I had no clue…  
It was you.  
That’s all I could do.  
I wish you knew…  
I wish you knew.  

[Verse 2]  
You’re sitting there, looking so good.  
You probably never noticed me… or knew who I was.  
It’s all the same.  
It’s just a game.  
I’m insane.  

Your smile perks me up…  
That spot on your cheek where dimples create.  
It’s the simple things that had me stuck —  
And don’t get me started on your cute ass butt.  

Great. Now I’m in a rut.  
You look my way — as if to say hi.  
I smile, I wave…  
Just to see your friend pass by.  

Embarrassed…  
I just wanna hide and die.  

Sitting, strumming a tune — I had no clue…  
It was you.  
That’s all I could do.  
I wish you knew…  
I wish you knew.  

[Verse 3]  
The coffeehouse dive is starting to fade…  
But you’re still here — what can I say?  
Packing my things, I had to escape  
This despite end to my day.  

I felt someone close and turned to see…  
About a foot away —  
You were looking at me.  

As if you had something to say.  
I just smiled…  
As you looked around  
For the words to say.  

“So adorable...”  
…I said that out loud?!  

What the hell, man?!  
I turned around —  
You poked your head around,  
Touched my shoulder…  
We both started laughing.  

You said you’d run out of things to do,  
Waiting for me to be done —  
You’d been listening through.  

You said you loved my songs…  
Including that one about the cute boy with dimples across the room.  
You called it original and unique.  
Then smiled,  
And asked…  
“Who was that one for?”  

Your dimples crept back in…  
You saw my smile…  
And you knew, all the while —  
The song…  
Was for you.
🔻 Personal Reflection
I wrote this one in real time, like I was living it while typing it. None of this actually happened to me—but it could have, and I wish it had. That’s what makes this one hard to touch—it’s the fantasy of the kind of awkward, sweet, non-sexualized moment I never got growing up. A memory that doesn’t exist, but somehow still feels real.

It’s tender. It’s anxious. It’s the soft chaos of queer yearning before anything has even happened. Maybe that’s why I left all the little oddities in—because they mirror what real attraction feels like when you’re not sure you’re allowed to feel it.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
This is what 4Me2BeFree is for—giving voice to the moments we didn't get to live but still feel deeply. I don't write for shock. I write for truth. For nostalgia. For the little cracks in time that remind us we still believe in sweetness, in spark, in maybe. This track is one of those.

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"All lyrics and content featured in this post are protected under copyright (© 2025)

“I Wish You Knew”

[Verse 1]
I don’t smoke weed, and I can’t drown in a drink
Tried runnin’ from the hurt, but it’s quicker than I think
This lasting darkness don’t ever let me be
It’s painted on the walls of every memory

[Verse 2]
I’m fallin’ fast, but movin’ slow
These little white lies in a bottle don’t show
They smile, they judge, they sip their tea
But none of ‘em know what it’s like to be me

[Chorus]
So I smile and wave, hide my insecurity
Wear my broken dreams like worn-out jewelry
No pity, no sympathy, just me and this pen
Writin’ down truths I won’t say again
I don’t smoke weed, and I can’t drown in a drink
God help me… I’m closer to the edge than they think

[Verse 3]
I’ve caused the pain, I’ve burned some bridges too
Every scar I’ve got’s got a name and a truth
But healing don’t come in a pharmacy bag
And shame don’t leave just ‘cause you wave a white flag

[Bridge]
A heart can break quiet, without a sound
And a strong girl can still be spiralin’ down
Don’t need your whispers or your sideways prayers
Just a moment of grace like somebody cares

[Chorus]
So I smile and wave, hide my insecurity
Wear my broken dreams like worn-out jewelry
No pity, no sympathy, just me and this pen
Writin’ down truths I won’t say again
I don’t smoke weed, and I can’t drown in a drink
God help me… I’m closer to the edge than they think

[Outro]
I don’t smoke weed…
And I can’t drown in a drink…
But I’m beggin’ You now… God help me.

June 5, 2025 at 10:40 PM

Closer Than They Think

JRob - Feelings MIX 1

Raw acoustic meets trap pulse—a confessional from the edge that chooses the center. Written in the in-between hours where thoughts race and the mirror flickers, this isn’t an exit song; it’s a survival mantra. Quiet over chaos. Breath over panic. Heartbeat over noise. Draw the line. Stay. Say it with me: I’m alive.

(Yeah… breathe.)
I’m not checking out—just checking in.

I’m not suicidal, I’m not tryna say goodbye
I just want a night of quiet where my storms all pass me by
Every day I fight that shadow, every day I draw the line
I’m not leaving, not today—say it with me: I’m alive

Clock says 3 AM, thoughts do parkour off the walls
Every “what if” doing laps inside these narrow halls
Got a smile for the daylight, got a thunder for the night
Got a playlist full of maybes that keep asking me to fight
Bills stack, heart cracks, past claws at the door
I been patching all the leaks with every song I ever wrote
If the devil leaves a voicemail, I delete it on repeat
I’m still lacing up my hope, I’m still walking on my feet

I ain’t looking for an exit, I’m looking for a breath
I’m looking for the quiet that can out-sing all the rest
If the darkness wants a duet, I’ll change the melody
Turn a gravestone to a cornerstone—watch me breathe

I’m not suicidal, I’m not tryna say goodbye
I just want a night of quiet where my storms all pass me by
Every day I fight that shadow, every day I draw the line
I’m not leaving, not today—say it with me: I’m alive

I’ve been carrying a furnace that was handed down as “home”
Taught to laugh with empty pockets, turned the hunger into poems
Taught to love like I mean it, even shaking in the bones
Taught to answer when the midnight tries to take me off the road
Yeah, my head a crowded hallway—voices all in different keys
But I learned to be the chorus that can bring ‘em all to peace
If I stumble, I will tumble into arms I’ve yet to meet
Into friends who text at 2 AM like, “Say it back—you’re staying, please.”

I ain’t praying to an answer, I’m praying for the dawn
For the coffee in the kitchen and a reason to go on
If the mirror looks like static, I’ll refocus, zoom it in
Name the colors on my knuckles: that’s the proof I’m born to win

I’m not suicidal, I’m not tryna say goodbye
I just want a night of quiet where my storms all pass me by
Every day I fight that shadow, every day I draw the line
I’m not leaving, not today—say it with me: I’m alive

I keep a list beside the bed:
three names I’ll text before the dread,
two breaths I’ll take, slow in, slow out,
one promise: I don’t bow out.
If I can’t find light, I’ll be a spark;
if I can’t find strength, I’ll borrow hearts.
Tonight I build a softer place—
no exit signs, just here, just grace.

(Still here.) (Still breathing.) (Still me.) (Still healing.)

I’m not suicidal, I’m not tryna say goodbye
I just want a night of quiet where my storms all pass me by
Every day I fight that shadow, every day I draw the line
I’m not leaving, not today—say it with me: I’m alive

Here to stay. Here to stay. Here to—stay.

Here to Stay

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.

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

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