"Follados por corruptos" es un instrumental de reggaetón club con un ritmo sucio, insistente, que imita el sonido del colchón durante el sexo. Pero aquí no hay amor, ni deseo mutuo: hay abuso de poder.

Esta pista es una metáfora cruda del dominio de las élites corruptas sobre el pueblo. Ellos están arriba, en control, activos, disfrutando sin vergüenza. El pueblo está abajo, pasivo, penetrado, sin voz ni defensa.

La música suena como una fiesta, pero en realidad es una escena de sumisión colectiva disfrazada de placer.
"Follados por corruptos" es una crítica sonora disfrazada de club: un baile forzado bajo el peso del sistema.

Follados Por Corruptos

Colorado, you’ve been on my mind tonight
Can’t shake the way your eyes outshined the starlit sky
Life pulled us apart, but you’re still my truth
I’ve walked a thousand miles, but they all lead back to you

Colorado, do you remember the plans we made?
Talking ‘bout forever as the world slipped away
I’ve kept those nights tucked close through every year
Your name’s the quiet prayer I whisper clear

Colorado, you’re the love I can’t outrun
Every sunrise tells me you’re the only one
If your heart’s still open, I swear mine is too
Colorado, I’ll spend my life coming home to you

Colorado, I’ve tried to find someone new
But no one sees me like you always do
I’ve built up a life, but it don’t feel right
Without your love waiting in those mountain nights

Colorado, you’re the love I can’t outrun
Every sunrise tells me you’re the only one
If your heart’s still open, I swear mine is too
Colorado, I’ll spend my life coming home to you

Colorado, if you still believe in me
Know my heart’s been yours endlessly
I’ll find my way through every storm and trial
To the place I see your smile

Colorado, you’re the love I can’t outrun
Every sunrise tells me you’re the only one
If your heart’s still open, I swear mine is too
Colorado, I’ll spend my life coming home to you


Colorado

“All My Love” by Natty Rebel is a soulful blend of passion and positivity, wrapped in smooth reggae vibes and heartfelt lyrics. This track is a love anthem for the real ones—those who give unconditionally, vibe freely, and stay true. With its uplifting rhythm and powerful message, “All My Love” is perfect for late-night cruising, beachside chilling, or just feeling the warmth of pure affection. Natty Rebel delivers an authentic sound that speaks to the heart and moves the soul.

Let this song be the soundtrack to your love story. ❤️🔥

All my love

The story behind my new single, “Harmony in Unity”
My dad wrote “Harmony in Unity” in the '80s but passed before he could finish it. I completed it as a tribute—and a message the world needs now. Best Folk Song for Peace, Unity & Hope – Harmony in Unity by Calvin Ridge

Harmony in Unity

[Verse 1]
I woke up somewhere between Whiskey Bent and broke
Heart like a George song, lungs full of smoke
Tried prayin’ like Dolly, but she don’t pick up
So I poured me a shot in a neon Dixie cup

[Verse 2]
There’s a picture of mama by the old jukebox
She used to say, “Boy, don’t end up like Haggard talks”
But I played The Dance, and I played it again
Then I whispered Jolene like she might walk in

[Chorus]
This life’s just a mixtape of stories and scars
With some Folsom Prison Blues and a couple dive bars
Got a Go Rest High ache and a Friends in Low smile
Tryin’ to fake Strait when I’m broke by a mile
I ain’t no legend, but I’ve lived like the rest
This ain’t my song — it’s built from the best

[Verse 3]
She said I Will Always Love You, then she slammed the door
Left me hummin’ Your Cheatin’ Heart on that kitchen floor
So I hit the highway with a Luke song loud
Feelin’ like Amarillo By Morning right now

[Chorus]
Yeah this life’s just a mixtape of steel-string pain
With a little He Stopped Lovin’ Her stuck in my brain
Got a little Coal Miner’s Daughter in my past
A little fast love, a long goodbye, nothin’ that lasts
I ain’t original, just worn and confessed
This ain’t my song — it’s built from the best

[Bridge]
Give me Merle for the mornings
Give me Cash when I’m cold
Give me Hank when I’m reckless
And Dolly for my soul

[Final Chorus]
Yeah I’m patched up in stories from someone else’s pen
But if you’ve ever been lonely, then you know where I’ve been
It’s the chords that heal, not the names on the vest
So I’ll sing like it’s mine — though it’s built from the best

[Tag]
So if they ask who wrote it, just smile and nod
Say it came from a jukebox, a prayer, and God

Built from the Best

"Echoes of War" is a heartfelt ballad that delves into the emotional struggles of a seasoned warrior reflecting on his past and the burdens he carries. This poignant track captures the complexity of sacrifice, courage, and the lingering echoes of battle. With vivid imagery of a man sitting by the fire, grappling with regret and sorrow, it speaks to the universal experience of questioning one's efforts in the face of adversity. This song is a tribute to those who have fought for freedom and the emotional toll it takes on their hearts. Join this reflective journey and feel the weight of the world.

Echoes of War

"Taking One for the Team" is an emotional anthem about resilience, loyalty, and love through adversity. It captures the power of standing strong together, weathering storms, and rising above negativity — a heartfelt tribute to those who carry each other when times get tough.

This track represents a fusion of human creativity and advanced technology—where personal expression meets innovative sound design.

#Lyrics #AIMusic #HumanAndMachine

Taking One for the Team

Atlas(prod.flipmagic)

Cindered Heart’s “Godflesh” (Unplugged) hollows the raw emotion of the original into a haunting acoustic ritual: dual guitars, cello, piano, violin, and haunting vocal harmonies burn through shadowed candlelight, mist, and sorrow—revealing the poetic bloodline of a soul reborn.

Lyrics 

Widowed breath, my hollow vow,
Held the blade, did ent know how.
Ghosts in the mirror, grief in the chest,
Life was a debt I laid to rest.
Whispers slithered as chapels cracked,
Veins went cold, my eyes turned black.
Pulse like prayer — then silence snapped.
A fang in the wrist, and I came back.
Funeral eyes with a war inside,
Woke in the dark where angels cried.
Chalice of ash, baptized in rot,
Soul got stripped but the flesh did not.

Crimson sermons carved in bone,
Life ain’t light — where blood moans.
Bled so long new stars took shape,
I walk with blood on my fangs and time — duct-taped.

This thirst is everything.

What breaks.
Becomes.
What bleeds.
What’s done.
I rose.
With a new name...
A Cindered Heart.
More rage than pain.

Veins full of venom and sermon of sin,
Lungs got stitched where the fire begins.
Hope went ghost on a funeral wind,
Ashes rise — now the burning begins.
Love turned lead when the angels fell,
Hymns from the crypt where the silence dwells.
Tongues got twisted in bloodstained spells,
Now I preach from the pit with a thirst I sell.

Holy? Hollow. Math was cursed.
Soul got split when the line reversed.
Begged for the void — got hunger first.
Now I drink the dusk 'til the heavens burst.

Name got carved where the flames still hiss,
I wear my deaths like apocalypse fits.
Graves don’t sleep — they whisper bliss,
Every pulse I take is a blade I kiss.

Choke on scripture, bleed that psalm,
Your gods wear masks — I snapped their calm.
You crowned me dead. That made me king.
Now every pulse is offering.

Cathedrals fall where I now tread,
I walk on glass — you bleed instead.
Every scream’s a choir fed
To the horror stitched inside my head.

Gold means nothing — pain’s divine.
You call it rage — I call it spine.
This ain’t revenge. This is design.
I am the stake you fucking left behind.

I died in truth — came back in sin.
Now thrones collapse where I begin.
No light. No grace. No aftershock.
Just hunger crowned in shattered clocks.

What breaks.
Becomes.
What bleeds.
What’s done.




I rose.
With a new name.
A Cindered Heart.
More rage than pain.

"All rights to this track, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of this track in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries or collaborations, please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

GodFlesh - Unplugged

The unplugged version of Blood In My Ledger strips the fury down to flesh and bone—haunted acoustics, gospel echoes, and confessions carved in dusk. Cindered Heart delivers raw vampiric truth, turning scars into rhythm and silence into law. Undead never sounded this alive.

Lyrics

I was down to my last breath
Said goodbye in my own head
Gun cold in my palm, mouth dry from the psalms
Then she came from the edge of the dread
And I bled
Now… heh… I'm undead

Used to walk through the rain with a rage in my chest
Pain was a blade, now it stay in my vest
Stained every name that I gave when I pressed
Now I prey with the fangs, I don’t beg for the rest
Back then, I was broke, now I’m cold with a code
Lost soul, but I roll with a cloak in the mold
Taught wrong, but I learned how to fold what they sold
Now I hold every death like a debt I still owe

I was ready for the rope
Ready for the ledge
Ready for the end
Then she bled on my pledge
Whispered in Latin with venom and flame
Said, “You don’t die here. You change the game.”

Ahhhhhh

They said I was finished, a ghost in the mirror
Now I’m sipping on dusk with the devil as dinner
I buried my name, then I rose through the dirt
Put my past in a verse and my guilt in a hearse
Every sin on my skin now a mark of the clan
Vamp heart pumpin’ with the Glock in my hand
From the bottom, I bled it—no faith, no favor
But the streets call me class and the fangs call me savior

Blood in my ledger, soul in the flame
Came from the gutter, now ghostin’ the game
Countin’ the scars, can’t pronounce all the pain
But I rhyme like a reaper with a crown and a chain
Dark with the drip, I maneuver with might
Was a shadow, now sharper than rumors at night
No savior, no son, just a sentence with bite
Now I rap like revenge in a suit that’s tight

Yeah, I lost it all—but I made it mean
Now I chop through the bars like a guillotine
They preach love, but I preach law
And I bite every beat with a loaded jaw

You think you’ve fallen too far?
Try waking up undead
Try hearing your own heartbeat
From someone else’s chest instead

Taught by the night, Death was murder in heels
Had class in the trap, made the burden appeal
She said “Power’s a pact, not a sermon you kneel”
Now I stack with the tact of a serpent with steel

Fast forward, I'm calm in the chaos
Graves in my wake, but I’m made for the lay up
Glass in my gut from the paths that I paid off
But I talk in the code that the angels stay off

Used to dream of peace—nah, dream got taxed
Now I build on the bones that the silence cracks
With a click in my throat and a flash in my step
I don’t need respect—who does when there’s nothin left

Lost it all in a wrecked apartment
Bottle of meds and a loaded compartment
Mirror cracked from the hand I slammed
Blood on the wall like a vamp in Garland

Heart on halt, brain on static
Fate got flipped in a page that’s manic
Came through fangs with a name so tragic
Taught me slang, like a joker in traffic

Now I’m back with a blueprint—barbaric
Fangs in the game like the tooth been cleric
Truth been buried
Mood been peril
Blood in my ledger I baptize beats in a booth that’s feral

I was down to my last breath
No prayers left, just silence and death
Gun cold in my palm, no tears left to shed
Mouth dry from the psalms I forgot I had read

She came from the edge of the dread
Red lips, black veil, no words were said
Touched my chest like a cross gone dead
Then smiled... and fed

I bled
And I ain't been me since

"All rights to this track, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of this track in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries or collaborations, please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

Blood In My Ledger - Unplugged

Cindered Heart is not just a brand.
They are a movement ! Of VampTrap, rebellion, and existentialism, through brutal rap flows and hardcore Dubstep/Alt Hip Hop !

Emerging from a decade in shadow, Cindered Heart returns not as a solo act, but as a rising coven of creators, collaborators, and conspirators. Together, they give blood to a new genre: VampTrap : a brutal collision of trap, metal, dubstep, and darkwave. This is not music made for market trends. It’s a cinematic audio doctrine, where no church is sacred, no system safe, and no silence untainted by pulse.

At the center stands a one-man legion: Introducing Lesstatt ! Handling songwriting, vocals, production, sound design, visual direction, and final mastering. Using AI elements, Hard Synths, Drum machines, Electric Guitars, Dj Equipment, Samplers, ect. Each track is summoned in a single uninterrupted ritual, where melody bleeds into meaning, and distortion becomes declaration. But this vision is no longer alone. The world of Cindered Heart now expands through a handpicked circle of featured vocalists, visual architects, sound sculptors, and trusted allies. Each amplifying the message without ever muting its power.

With over 60 releases mostly for now on SoundCloud but also  global platforms, and with international coverage including radio play, interviews, and published features in six countries, Cindered Heart is not chasing popularity. They are spreading contagion.

This is not a trend.
This is rebellion carved in waveform, pain, and blood.

These tracks don’t just play, they summon.
Intros unfold like rituals.
Whispers cut like venom.
Breakdowns crumble like temples.
And every lyric doesn’t just rhyme ... They reign.

From Clock Stays Red to Tie That Binds, each release expands a mythos of vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic decay, and emotional survival. Cindered Heart doesn’t ask for attention. It corrupts gods, bends truth into beat patterns, and drapes beauty in barbed wire.

You don’t follow Cindered Heart to feel good.
You follow to remember what pain sounds like when it’s finally free.

Disclaimer:

The music, lyrics, and creative works, references and elicit material featured on this profile are entirely fictional and are not based on or inspired by any real individuals, events, or entities. All content is a form of artistic expression. All meant to be interpreted as satire, storytelling, and stylized performance.

The artists do not condone, promote, or participate in any of the actions, ideologies, or cultural elements portrayed within the music. Listener discretion is advised.

Cindered Heart and all affiliated creators regard their work as art for expression, not endorsement. Nothing herein should be taken as a literal reflection of personal belief, behavior, or advocacy.

"All rights to this Soundcloud account, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, productions, and artwork are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of these artworks,lyrics, or tracks in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries, collaborations or contributions. please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

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Afro-Latin diasporic sounds. No lyrics. No network. Just drums, memories, and roots.
Tambours, cuerda, ritmo. Música sin red.
For those who still feel with the body.

I work with machines the way some people work with memory—shaping what’s already there, not to control it, but to understand it. The tools I use are made of code, but the intent behind them is completely human.

R.U.D.Y. began as a fictional band. A name I could hide behind. But over time, that fiction became the most honest expression I had. It stopped being a mask and started becoming a mirror—a place to reflect the moments we don’t have words for, the spaces between emotions that feel too raw or too distant to name.

I call what I do synthwrighting. Not because it sounds futuristic, but because it feels accurate. I don’t write songs—I uncover them. I collaborate with algorithms the way a sculptor chips away at stone. Sometimes the machine surprises me. Sometimes it just listens. But what emerges is always shaped by instinct, memory, and feeling.

These songs aren’t performances. They’re echoes. Sonic fragments of questions I don’t always know how to ask. I’m not here to offer answers or compete with noise—I’m here to slow things down enough that something deeper can be heard.

R.U.D.Y. is not a band. It’s not even really a name. It’s a signal. A reminder. Something you’re meant to feel before you understand.

And if you’re still listening, that means you're not done yet.

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
Collabs & contact: jim@reddirtclassics.com

Calvin Ridge is a Myrtle Beach–based country artist blending the soul of Southern folk with heartfelt storytelling. Inspired by his late father’s unfinished lyrics, Calvin found his voice by honoring the past while singing for today. His music captures themes of unity, legacy, and truth—with warm acoustic tones, authentic grit, and a message that resonates beyond the genre.

His debut single, “Harmony in Unity,” is a tribute to his father and a call for togetherness in a divided world. With roots running deep and melodies that stay with you, Calvin Ridge represents the sound of timeless country—with something real to say.

Natty Rebel is a unique artist from Jamaica, who has been in the music industry for several decades.
He is a multi-talented artist involved in every aspect of his music production, from writing his lyrics, playing the music to engineering and mastering his productions.
His livity as a Rastafarian is evident in all aspects of his lifestyle and his music and the lyrical content of his songs reflects society and his social consciousness but ever optimistic in the salvation of man.

Morgan's Magical Media is a Marketing Agency, News/Media Outlet, Book Seller / Publisher, Music Group, Content Creator, Graphic Designer, and Production Company

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