Produced by - JustDan Beats

Lyrics:
Oh, I know, I know, I know, I know
I'm not what you thought I'd be
You look at me like I'm the enemy
I don't like myself or the person I see
That makes it harder, easily
I live in uncertainty

It hurts more than a wound that's deep
If you ask for a reason, I have 13
I don't like sleep
I flirt with death; I'm Karma's keep
I'm a walking tragedy
I outplay a game that needs strategy
I lock myself inside out; good luck without the key
Fatality
Fascinated, but grim about when me and the reaper will meet

I wonder, what will the conversation be?
Will I be asking for more time or asked to be let free?
I love my family, but chase this legacy
My head feels like an armory, weaponry set up by robbery
You think I'm losing it, probably
I do it properly

I'm not anyone's property
It feels like solving an anomaly
Like a scientist or a living prodigy
Every day, I use my mind, psychology
It's love and hate, yin and yang, possibly
I'm writing my own scripture, this prophecy
It oughta be what I wanna be
This is my final fantasy

I know who you are and how you think
I know what it's like to feel defeat
I also know, though, at some point you gotta get up to find your feet
The world doesn't stop, so why should you?
Please relax and just try to breathe
I know it's hard; yeah, that's true
But you can look at me instantly

I have no reason to lie to you
You can tell me anything
I'm the proof in the pudding that makes you suddenly have belief
Once I become a shell of myself
I'll hang it up on the shelf
But for now, I'm suddenly looking for relief, 'cause I constantly dwell

The next day is the same as the last, 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘨 𝘋𝘢𝘺 is this hell?
It feels like 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸; I know everything all too well
Before they say it happens, he might really himself

Oh, I know, I know, I know, I know
I'm not what you thought I'd be
You look at me like I'm the enemy
I don't like myself or the person I see
That makes it harder, easily
I live in uncertainty

I'm stuck in a loop
I feel my heartbeat going fast, racing in my bloodstream
I wanna be calm and at peace
In the inside, I'm screaming out, “Someone help me!”
It's frightening
I think I might be losing it, what a sightseeing!
She thinks I'm handsome, I'm a hand, and then some, I'm pricey
I know it's completely random; I feel like a ransom no one's buying

I can't fathom having a fandom when no one's actually liked me
I know some things are hard to believe in; look at the silver lining
You go through the dark to find your lighting
In the darkest of times, let me be your light in the dark; I'll keep shining

Out of all people, I know what it's like to be crying
Denying the help implying
My feelings aren't important; I'm alright, quit lying
I know it's hard, but don't give up trying

Honor the fact that not every flower grows in the light
You deserve to be happy and live a good life
I try to smile even when there's no sign
I wish I had someone else like me by my side

I care about everybody in my mind
Everyone that's in my life
I started out as a Jedi
I fell to the dark side
I don't wanna be compromised

I just wanna feel normalized, civilized
Not broken down, vandalized
I feel demise
All I can say is that I know what it's like
I know what it's like
From one person's struggle to another's, just don't give up trying

Light In Darkness

I Know

HyperFollow Page

Produced by - Chxse Bank

Lyrics:
I'm feeling low again
I'm on my own again
I watch them blow in the wind

I'm feeling low again
I'm on my own again
I watch them blow in the wind like ashes

I think something's wrong with me; I'm trapped in this madness
I thought perhaps the darkest cloud has already passed us
I've been wrong before, so damn, there goes all of my answers

I thought life would be different; I guess I'm just a bastard
Low-life scum succumb to being numb
I'm tired of always feeling dumb
Everything's always somehow my fault; I'm done

You got what you want (I'm gone)
Jump straight to the gun and run; I'm pumped
This must be what it's like to be dumped

I'm feelin' low again
I know it's all in my head
It's starting to get thin
I'm feelin' low again
This battle's too hard to win
I gotta let it go; I’m sorry

Letting go isn't easy, I know that; don't doubt it
I had to let go of those who only looked down at me

While I was looking for who still counted
I hope I make my mom and dad proud
I'm speaking my intentions out loud
Some motivation and inspiration was found

From this album, I threw it out for the crowd
I made it for those who are stuck like me so we can make it out
Still the outcast, no matter the clout
That's not what this is or was ever about

I'm feeling low again
I'm on my own again
I watch them blow in the wind

I'm feeling low again
I'm on my own again
I watch them blow in the wind like ashes

The clock is constantly tickin'
What you did give, and what you didn't
Weighs on your conscience; I don't expect you to get it
All I'm saying is lately, it feels like the world quit spinning

When did I get myself in this position?
Personality is addiction
Sometimes, I can't grip it
I can't do hard drugs; otherwise, I'll become addicted

I know myself far too well to start habits; I'll keep dippin'
I have to stand for what I know is right, being self-driven

I don't need Ritalin, Trazodone, or any prescription
I just need this music to keep me distracted well written
I don't need social media making me depressed

Or television tryin' to tell me what normal is and what isn't
Anxiety and stress makes me look sick with pale pigment
I don't speak fairy tales to get you smitten

I say what I mean; when I spoke, I meant it
Don't think different 'cause someone else got it twisted
All this stuff is hard, but I admit it
I'm afraid because I'm hesitant

Every action has a consequence
After this album, they know what's in my head
Am I soft or currently at a dead end?
What's next for me?

It feels like I'm fallin' down the final steps
I don't want my message to be misdirect
Stay positive in full effect
It's okay to be sad and upset

This is one way I cope with society and stress
I'm truly grateful at times; I'm blessed
I hope I'm more than a guest to hip-hop 'cause I don't rest

I'm feeling low again
I'm on my own again
I watch them blow in the wind

I'm feeling low again
I'm on my own again
I watch them blow in the wind like ashes

What's sobriety?
I haven't been that since I was sixteen, what a robbery
Full honesty, I experimented with variety
As a minority, it was fun to party and go out till I lost that part of me (pardon me)

Now that I'm older, I'll still drink and smoke, but got priorities
I'm not judging you to make my remedy
I can offer peace as a friend; I don't want more enemies
I rap about what I see and go through; learn from me
Love is more than just commodities

Low Again

Produced by - Nuhu Beats

Lyrics:
Let's talk about work ethic
Not mine specifically, but how it gets measured
Not by a ruler or a graph, but by your effort
Playing life like a game of chess or checkers
Is the similarity of getting cheddar

I used to be trapped in a dark place tethered
I found my way out with the light; I'm like a feather
Falling from the sky, I safely land; never say never
I made some doubters believe in me; I'm feeling endeavored

Like a kicker in Denver
I beat my goals and make new ones—a true mind-setter
I wish I could feel this way forever
This feeling I have is truly the greatest one ever
The feeling of your first success
You can finally take a breath

It's all momentary, but it's the best feeling you've had
Like when you finish with sex
You go again; there's no time to rest
I won't lay in bed all day, but be my guest
The moment I try, I'm restless

I'm a day late and a dollar short; I need to vent
I can't stay silent, muzzled, like I am suppressed
I'm getting over this feeling of being depressed
I'm in panic mode the whole time, like a waging bet

I feel like the safety against a vertical threat
I'm a day late and a dollar short; I need a hit (hut, hut)
You're the quarterback who's afraid of the blitz; you toss a pitch

It gets fumbled, I pick it up for the opportunity to run it for the win
Now you feel the panic settling in
You can't stand it, so you drift and split
Here we go again

I'm a broken record player
Records are meant to get broken; you get bent
All the hate I got for trying, I just shake my head
What a ache you used to be; now you're on the fence

You can't believe what you hear, am I too intense?
I hurt some feelings along the way; I'm in full offense
You learn to stand up for yourself; that's the main defense
To these player haters who can't even repent

You will soon live with regret
When you see me live in the flesh
Don't tell me how you're so impressed
I used to be insecure with my looks and how I dressed
Nowadays, I could care less
I'm finding my confidence

All I've ever had was common sense
I taught myself how to rap, and there I went
Will it be enough all these days and nights I've spent?
Wrecking and murdering hundreds of these instruments

At first, I'd only get discredit
I wonder what they'll think on Reddit; I can't digest
I'm a day late and a dollar short; I can't process
I'm trying to stay positive in these dark times while I manifest

What I think I know is coming so I can protect myself
But with what accomplishments?
Astonishment: What can still be done while the mind is absent
I'm a day late and a dollar short; I need content
No matter what I do, it never feels enough; it's complex

It makes me want to stick a fork in an outlet
How do kings get crowned when they ain't found yet?
All this time neglected, I learned how to do music and reflect it
Will anyone actually respect it?

Or do they just feel bad for something expected?
I'm suspected to have a downfall with no metric
100 to 0 real quick, I reckon some ending
A reckoning like Ragnarok to sabotage my mending

A day late and a dollar short since my beginning
I'm a day late and a dollar short for my first album; time to full send it
It's better late than never; stay positive, intending
It sounds like this now; imagine in years, it'll sound majestic

I just recorded, I just reordered
All the words in my head like it's alphabetic; stop pretending
Quit sleeping on me like an anesthetic
Don't wear me out of style; I'm the new aesthetic, April 7th

A Day Late and A Dollar $hort

Produced by - Nuhu Beats

Lyrics:
You feel that?

I'm feeling the vibe as we step on this ride
I love the look in her eyes
I knew we would collide; I don't switch sides
I prefer Nikes, maybe all whites
Don't get 'em dirty; wear them and let them shine at night
Take a hit, now drink Sprite (ahhh)

Like, that's refreshing; it's not a sigh
Don't play me like I'm not your type
You'll do anything to find bad signs
It seems like all the time
You only want to fight
All I do is rap and write rhymes (ugh)
But that's so bad, alright
You're right, fine

I have really nothing that signifies what's on my mind
Here's a piece of mine
Take a piece like pie
3.14, I'm out of line (ha, ha)
24-7, I'm feeling divine
2024 arrives, politics divide
I advise ignore the nonsense; it's all one hell of a ride
Learn to read between or walk the line

I'm feelin' the vibe on this 808
As I get high, my mind levitates
The words are getting quiet; they start to fade away (shhh)
I get wise when I'm high; I elevate
I'm feelin' the vibe on this 808
I'm bumpin' this music; the pain goes away
I'm feelin' it all on this 808
I'm up and down as time goes on; I fluctuate, ayy

8:08 a.m. I lay awake
Will this be the day?
Or is it another one to waste?
I can't seem to find out of this maze
I'm trapped in a haze, with a gaze on my face
I can't get out of this place
Think till I blaze

I can't contemplate how I got here refrain
I try to stay humble and have grace
I just want a beautiful woman who knows me for more than my name
We can vibe, like the beat, let it play
We can try it your way
I'm feeling plain; I need a new terrain
Silent, I remain

But love, I'll always maintain
Don't you see how I love rap?
Imagine how I could love you back, dang
I can't wait; it's like I'm being paged
I see my career goin' up like it's flames
I don't wanna burn it down, but I need her to sustain
It feels like we're all married to Jane
'Cause once I blow up, I know love won't ever be the same (nah)
It won't be the same

I'm feelin' the vibe on this 808
As I get high, my mind levitates
The words are getting quiet; they start to fade away (shhh)
I get wise when I'm high; I elevate
I'm feelin' the vibe on this 808
I'm bumpin' this music; the pain goes away
I'm feelin' it all on this 808
I'm up and down as time goes on; I fluctuate, ayy

Okay, this is for all the homies and broskies that truly know me
Without you and the fam, I'd be truthfully lonely
All my songs have meanings; now listen closely
It feels like what we had growing up was a one-of-one hopin'
It would never end; that's a story bestowing
For another time 'cause we're still goin'
Momentarily, I often lose my focus
Lookin' back, It wasn't so bad; just own it
No regrets for those moments
I love you all, I'm sorry if sometimes I'm the coldest

All the women I love stay in your lane
Respect is love and workin' for everything to gain
There's nothin' left to lose; Tell me what's next to attain?
We all play our part; what's left for me to say?
Celebrate, uh, play the 808
Fade away, I see the ray
Stay away from the dark if it's gray
Crank the bass, 808
Drums rhythm, no delay
Melody, let it sink like it sank

Ha, ha, it's my birthday

Featuring - JayThaRose 
Produced by - LUCAS QUINN

Lyrics:
It's been a long time
We're all just searching for the better day

Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na

I can't help myself, but to think of when it will be a better day
Every time I think of the future, will it always be this dark? It is bitter grey

Or will I find true happiness and learn to go out and not be afraid?
Every time I try, I get broken, play it off tough till I get bent out of shape
Calm, I look, but soon I cannot stay
It feels like I died inside; someone took my place
Austin has finally been erased

Life got me thinking, I don't have what it takes
This is therapy for me; no, it's not a phase
Check my pulse; nothing's running through my veins
I've humbled myself, working this pace

I lost myself for what I'm trying to gain
No, it's not fame
All I want is a better day
Yeah, it sounds nice to hear my name
But that's not my claim
I want more than the money, whips, and chains
I want to see the day
One that paves the way for all the children

All the people that feel this pain
I make music for me and anyone who relates
One who stuck with me when I first started was Jay
My loyalty to him is like Em's with Dre
Music to me is more than awards and being great
I think of everyone that ever made me happy
From the bottom of my heart, I wanna say thanks

Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na

Yeah, life's a fray these days
But I still stray away for greater days
Getting paid for later days
I pray someday I pave the way
JayThaRose is major paid
So fuck whatever haters say
May I say, I'm making waves
And never aim to take away

From another rapper or artist
Don't get me started
My momma, that is my guardian, is guiding me at my darkest
A target been what I feel on my head, dearly departing
From my mind and my carcass
Still on top, journeys embarking
Towards my goals that I'm sparking
Off inside my mind, then I'm chalking

Every single day I wake
I pray for change where the sharks swim
Who the fuck is the hardest?
Back in this bitch, returned, and restarted
Like I never departed
Now the Rose is going the farthest
And you can't stop me, 'cause you motherfuckers can't even start it

I pray for the better days
I pray there's a better way
I pray I don't go back to the days without a bed to lay
Motherfuckers gonna hate 'cause I say shit they scared to say (bitch)

Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na

It's never too late to start a new beginning

A Better Day

A Better Day (feat. JayThaRose)

Produced by - ZEROSAND1NES

Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah

I wrote this from the bottom of my heart
Life can be hard

I think I'm addicted to the pain and negativity
It keeps me in line, and I stay realistically
When shit goes bad, tendencies seem to meet
I see things different and vividly
I know shit can be harder than what it's supposed to be

That's why my hopes aren't up, evidently
I think the worst to prevent me from getting hurt
So when I'm traumatized, that's the best time I learn

It seems really hard, but you gotta get up
This is what them haters would really want
It seems really hard, but you gotta get up
Don't do what they expect, give in, give up
Do what I say and keep your head up
And the pain will leave; you just gotta love yourself
There's no one that understands you like yourself
Don't be ashamed to be who you are

Break it down, roll it up
Cycle again, perfect blunts
That's what we do, what we want
Anytime, every month
This my system, marijuana
What you started? Not a problem
Smoke this, you're a goner
Open up your page cover

I'll read, then help ya
I wish success to the best of us
If evil was gone, what's driving us?
To me, it's to see what's the obvious
But my conversations are giving people phobias

It seems really hard, but you gotta get up
This is what them haters would really want
It seems really hard, but you gotta get up
Don't do what they expect, give in, give up
Do what I say and keep your head up
And the pain will leave; you just gotta love yourself
There's no one that understands you like yourself
Don't be ashamed to be who you are

When I start rapping, conversations start shifting
I hear them say, “Is he trash or gifted?"
I look in the mirror and wonder what I'm supposed to be
Thoughts like these occur often rapidly
OCD, at the finest, I'm obsessively
Obsessed with this rap and continuously improving
Can someone help? I feel like the end's approaching
Real close, take a selfie, I'm posing

It seems really hard, but you gotta get up
This is what them haters would really want
It seems really hard, but you gotta get up
Don't do what they expect, give in, give up
Do what I say and keep your head up
And the pain will leave; you just gotta love yourself
There's no one that understands you like yourself
Don't be ashamed to be who you are

Oh, yeah
To anyone that doubted me or called me white trash and a bum
What do you think now?
Just keep it to yourself

Until next time, I'm out

Get Up

Produced by - LUCAS QUINN

Lyrics:
We live in the age of superstition
I bet you say, “Who are you?" Just to make it a difference
I don't care; I'm a man, not a myth, fuck a legend
You people all label mumble rap great
That's disgusting, disturbing, and disrespectful
In every way there is to imagine, disgraceful
I try to keep an open ear to music
I think my headphone's broke from filling up with blood; I can't hear it
1st grade, I loved rock and roll, Nirvana “Smells Like Teen Spirit”
2nd grade, I got Papa Roach; the “Last Resort” is in pieces
3rd grade, I had Three Days Grace; it's “Never Too Late”

4th grade, I've been introduced to a new game
I fell in love right away
Rap, a path to escape reality and pain
I plugged Eminem in, “Lose Yourself”; I start it each day
Yeah, what would you know? People start shit, or they have something to say
To try and harm me, belittle me, they did
Not knowing what they were doing is just charging me
All the way till I'm hitting one hundred percent

Now that I'm fully charged, you're gonna get the concept I intend
My order is you live a torturous life, sentenced in debt
Apologies are useless; I know your intent
No remorse for you; 'cause of you, I'm at the lowest I've been

You don't know what it's like to be self-conscious and just pretend (nah)
That everything's alright; in reality, it isn't
Damn right, I just said it
Go cry and be offended
I'm defending my perspective
Point of view—that's my objective
To be the best, fuck acceptance, bitch, I've never had it

Fuck all the critics and haters
They can suck my dick with two balls when I make it
Make them suffocate till they die; don't resuscitate them
I don't give a fuck now since I see that you're the lame one
I got more than one hobby; what's yours? I cannot wait
I got plenty of money that I earned, worked for, and saved
I think you keep forgetting music ain't getting me paid
I keep grinding, though, hoe, at my own steady high rate

I'm from hickville, Cresco, Cracko—you know it as the corn state
I'm antisocial; I can't help it, I was born this way
That's why I'm awkward or never seen out in public; it's strange
My underlying problems are the main cause for rage

I don't like to talk about it; I vow to work on the process
I try so hard; maybe that's why when I rhyme, I sound so complex
I question and criticize myself more than your best profession
Shut the fuck up; I've had it with the lectures
I'm doing my best to get better
Thanks for the criticism and short effort
I'm trying to live life high like Hugh Hefner
The possibility of that each day grows slimmer
Like the chance I get to rap with a Slaughterhouse member
A track with an emcee, you get lyrically murdered
Bars so hot, you get goosebumps every time you hear em
Music's inspiration puts me ahead in rhythm
Being antisocial put me in position to write playful rhymes and riddles

Ha, so there you have it; that's what it is
It's just playful rhymes and riddles
Love yourself, man; do what you love
Oh, yeah, I'm anti-social

Anti-Social

Produced by - EPIK THE DAWN

Lyrics:
Hip-hop has put me in shape
To the tip-top, I rap, you rate
Instagram and TikTok, will I get hate?
People are toxic; I'm tryna get away
I have freestyles for all the days
I was told to quit when I just stayed
Overnight, you can't keep me at bay
As time goes on, so does my rage

I want out of the shackles, these chains
Working for a company as a slave
Taught me to appreciate my own grave
I bust my ass off get no praise
Would it hurt to increase the wage?
Everything's so minimum; I hate these days
Some dumbass has something to say
The emotions on my face turn blank

My personality can flip like a switch if you hit it quick
Did you really think I'd quit? Well, I did
My personalities mixed between killing myself and jumping off this bridge
I'll throw a tantrum like a five-year-old kid
I'm a rage misfit; even the doctor said I'm gifted
Take it how you want; I got knocked down many times before I've ever lifted

Give a guy a chance to grow
It's hard to judge something off one show
Do I got a chance? Maybe, only if in hell it snows
I don't have a single place to go
Just home; we all know how that goes
So trivial and cold
If my mind isn't, then yours might blow

Personalities, all different ones surrounding me
Anger from sadness it's stressing me out
I'm feeling more than rowdy
They perceive him as grouchy
They don't see his problems soundly

All they see is the bad personalities, arousing
Ignore the good things out loudly
Turn it to his fault for shouting
He lives off of them, for doubting
The only personalities clowning
My personality is sprouting
Your personality is pouting
My personalities are hard to reach, like a mountain

When I'm angry, I'm happy rapping
Working in the saddest factory, no satisfactory
I wonder why I don't have anything
Working for others is sickening
It's not working for me
I have God-given talents, but no one's listening
The least you can do is leave me in peace

Say what you think
But my opinion is the one that's mean? (Please)
If you can't handle the truth, don't intervene
Egotistical human beings get eaten like green beans
You wanted veggies, not beef, like a vegan outside KFC
It's too easy to me, like me and my borderline personality
Depending on which one you pick, is coming out of me

My personality can flip like a switch if you hit it quick
Did you really think I'd quit? Well, I did
My personalities mixed between killing myself and jumping off this bridge
I'll throw a tantrum like a five-year-old kid
I'm a rage misfit; even the doctor said I'm gifted
Take it how you want; I got knocked down many times before I've ever lifted

Give a guy a chance to grow
It's hard to judge something off one show
Do I got a chance? Maybe, only if in hell it snows
I don't have a single place to go
Just home; we all know how that goes
So trivial and cold
If my mind isn't, then yours might blow

Personalities, all different ones surrounding me
Anger from sadness it's stressing me out
I'm feeling more than rowdy
They perceive him as grouchy
They don't see his problems soundly

All they see is the bad personalities, arousing
Ignore the good things out loudly
Turn it to his fault for shouting
He lives off of them, for doubting
The only personalities clowning
My personality is sprouting
Your personality is pouting
My personalities are hard to reach, like a mountain

What the fuck is working hard for if it isn't smart?
Punch a time card to get funds on some debit card
Life is hard, and I have a cold heart
It's like running a car on cold start

I never felt love; I've only been fucked like a blowhard
I won't trust anyone ever again as I put on my full guard
Oh, God, my insecurities are locked and jarred
Every time I open it, someone gets scarred
Me or you, someone gets hurt, hold up barred
I burn any bridge; when hurt, you'll get charred
I don't need people and their regards
Nobody thought I'd make it this far
In reality, I'm just a superstar

NO SPACE

Personalities

Produced by - EPIK THE DAWN

Lyrics:
Life can be so difficult
I'm at my highest when I'm low
I'm dead inside, but you already know
Based off my sad songs and all my poems
I wish I wasn't complex and compromisable
The subject at matter isn't understandable
I put my message out in hope it's relatable

I don't want to struggle and lie
I wanna be happy; I wanna be loved
I want everything that money can't buy
I don't want pity; I don't wanna feel shitty
For once, I just wanna feel alive
I'm grateful for who I have, but I can't bank on the promise asking if I'm fine

No, I'm not, but I won't let those true feelings ever show their side
I Instead, reply, “Yeah, don't worry,” and “Thanks for the check-up,” then cry
I want out of my misery, but even that won't give me company; I contemplate suicide
I don't have the balls to do it, man, what kind of failure am I?
Maybe it's because I haven't found my balls or tried hard enough this whole time

It's like life is one big testament
Will I learn from my lessons?
Or will I do it again and become less then?
I'm tired of always second-guessing

Life can be so difficult; it's so difficult
Life can be so difficult; it's difficult
Life can be so difficult; it's so difficult
Man, life can be so difficult
It's difficult; it's difficult
Life can be so difficult
(It's so difficult) It's so difficult
Man, life can be so difficult; it's so difficult
Yeah, life can be so difficult; it's so difficult
Life can be so difficult; it's difficult

Yeah, money's important, but like fame, it could turn you to a monster
Tell me what's harder?
Wanting it all, or having no one to spend time with, your feelings begin to harbor
It would be nice to think someday I can have a son and daughter
I don't even get along with my own father
As time goes on, we only grow farther
I hate how I am as a person; I feel like a martyr

I need help; I'm too weak to get it myself
I struggle with what's in my head, bad mental health
The hardest thing to learn is to love yourself before someone else
I'm not depressed because my money is less
Truth is, I'm low-key, but my heart is in debt
I just can't be happy living off of possessions
I'm not materialistic, only possessive
'Cause I grew up not having shit
I only know about abandonment
I'm sorry if I've ever sounded selfish or desperate
I have problems, well I'm trying to fix it
If I mind my own, will someone listen?
Deep down, I want the recognition

This is way more than depressing
I only seem to get the negative attention
I feel like even God's against me with my resentment
I'm having difficulties with this assessment
Mixed between cursed and blessings

Life can be so difficult; it's so difficult
Life can be so difficult; it's difficult
Life can be so difficult; it's so difficult
Man, life can be so difficult
It's difficult; it's difficult
Life can be so difficult
(It's so difficult) It's so difficult
Man, life can be so difficult; it's so difficult
Yeah, life can be so difficult; it's so difficult
Life can be so difficult; it's difficult

Feeling like a letdown is more than difficult
Always acting out on impulse
Change honestly sounds pretty wishful
It feels like I traded a quarter for a nickel
I feel the disappointment as my body's being pulled
Which direction do you want me to go?
As I get catapulted, it's hard to be speechless coming from a poet
Life sometimes got me soft-spoken
I struggle with emitting my emotions
Unless if it's in these notes, I'm hopeless
I'm not what anyone wants knowing

I keep writing out my main focus
What's writer's block? I seem closed off, but I'm always open
Divulge, I'm tenfold more than grown
Since the last time I touched a microphone
Indulge yourself, but don't let it show
It's like trying to steal a dog's bone
Hogging it? Get your own

Rap is mine; culture vultures better let it go
Industry plants, it must be difficult when it's cold
Ghostwriters got nothing to me; I'm bold
I out write myself every time, put that in quotes

NO SPACE

Difficult

Produced by - Lucid Soundz

Lyrics:
I'm living to the fullest; life's not long—it's a moment
So think of what you have and take time to enjoy it
At some point, you'll look back and feel disgusted
The drugs and alcohol can't help it, your lesson
It's a disease; it's called depression
You wash it away but feel it the next morning
It wants your soul and your heart to be broken
That's why I try to live life to the fullest

We live in sinning, in the beginning so heartless
Until something hits you, you're feeling the darkest
I feel like I'm reaching my goals while armless
You listen real close, and now you're nauseous
I'm sorry for talking about such sad topics
But being realistic in situations solves shit
I'm not sugarcoating emotions for devotion
But saying you're nothing is committing to nothing, “So what the fuck are you going to do with your life?"
Live it to the fullest till I motherfucking die
Move it at a pace so I can take my time
Write about my life and what it goes through my mind every day

I'm living to the fullest; life's not long—it's a moment
So think of what you have and take time to enjoy it
At some point, you'll look back and feel disgusted
The drugs and alcohol can't help it, your lesson
It's a disease; it's called depression
You wash it away but feel it the next morning
It wants your soul and your heart to be broken
That's why I try to live life to the fullest

It's easy to die; it's hard to survive
It's easy to slip up; hard to keep bottled inside
It's hard to have pride; it's harder to say goodbyes
So it's definitely harder for me to stand by quiet
I will not sit still; I will not take pills
I do not condone for those it kills
But it's your choice when you pop the seal

Swallow a couple more just to have a feel
You end up taking more; now your fate is sealed
You hear the body bag zipper; shit just got real
No one cared about Juice until his body was curled

That's for show how much love is in this world (damn)
No one gives a fuck, unless it brings attention to themself
Selfish this is, but on earth it's profound
The curse of humanity, it spins around
Picking us off six feet into the ground

I'm living to the fullest; life's not long—it's a moment
So think of what you have and take time to enjoy it
At some point, you'll look back and feel disgusted
The drugs and alcohol can't help it, your lesson
It's a disease; it's called depression
You wash it away but feel it the next morning
It wants your soul and your heart to be broken
That's why I try to live life to the fullest (the fullest)

Living To The Fullest

Produced by - Lucid Soundz

Lyrics:
I'm losing my mind
I'm not feeling fine
I lost the light in darkness
This must be the darkest; when will it get?
I'm losing my mind
I'm not feeling fine
I lost the light in darkness
This must be the darkest; when will it get?

How will I survive?
Light in darkness timid and dies
Sight goes blind
I've counted countless times, and it feels
I'm curled up and died
Something inside drains my life
I lost the light in darkness
God, I hope it gets (Amen)

I never listened to a teacher as a kid
I knew deep down the school never gave a shit
Why'd they put me on a spectrum a list?
And treated me like I'm a sped
Till one day, I stood up and said
Fuck you, fuck this and this shit
Kindergarten, I never had recess (why?)
1st grade, I started conflict with kids

In retaliation, retribution
It's fucking messed up what they did
Embarrassed me, making me the target
Like Mr. Blythe said, I'd be nothing
How'd I change the rules getting stomped in?
By the 4th graders, when I'm in 2nd
After being put on medication (go cry)
They think I need counseling

My whole life I'm told I'm sick
I've been told I ain't shit
From the doctors to therapists, teachers, adults, and all the kids
Doctors labelled me autistic
Asperger's, they meant artistic
I get laughed at and made fun of the instant
No one saw my visions

Yeah, I got dreams, but you'll tell me it's not realistic
When your life is fiction
Judging those who try, like (bitch)
You should mind your business
I chose this, and I'm glad I'm different
I work for everything I get; what's privileged?
I'm the opposition of our difference

I got bullied and learned to be self-efficient
With the time I'm given
I don't quit; I bet you thought I did
Truth is, I didn't
I work in silence, and I like to stay hidden
You people don't get it
I stay true to myself, with truest commitment
My appetites more than tremendous

When I say I want my revenge
I'm looking for vengeance
I'm far beyond going out to get it
Sleeping on me isn't in your best interest
I'll wake you up like you slept on your neck wrong
All of my doubters, I'll break you like Vecna
Nothing will be left here to protect ya

I'm snapping your limbs, and I'm popping your eyes out
Watching your body rise high, just to let it fall
I represent the light in darkness through fog
You represent the dark doubt before dawn
I promise there's nothing darker than my thoughts
I could die today and not give two fucks

I outwrite myself with will
I ain't giving up till the day I'm killed (blaow!)
They say it's pointless to say how you feel
Well, how I feel is emotionally unstable
When these cocksuckers say your dreams a fable
They say what you can be, which is not to be able to achieve
What you thought as a kid, a dream, sought for opportunities
You worked on it for weeks, months, now years, and they called you weak
It's no wonder what it's like for me
I zone out plug in, awkward socially
ADHD, I'm sporadic
As a motherfucking drug addict
I can't stop rap not yet; it's a habit, goddammit
I can't back down from something as long as I'm standing (ahhhh!)

Whyte Nicotyne sounds like he's had it
Wouldn't you know? You're the reason this happened
Backing me to a wall till I can't step it
Thinking I'ma break, you're a stick, I just snapped it
I was born into chaos, now a pandemic
I don't need COVID-19 to be the illest
I've been infected with this rap-like virus
That kills shit that's out of alignment

You don't believe me; how ironic
How the fuck do you think this all started?
That's what I mean; this generation is retarded (we eat Tide Pods)
No offense, unless it's you, then walk it
One thing needed common sense; you don't got it
Go on your phone with your fake life posting
YOLOs, for all these anonymous comments
Till one hurts you, then no responses (ouch)

I think it's funny you live life less
I say something, you expect kindness
What did you really think all life is?
Clear skies, with a sun shining?
Rainbows don't got a pot of gold,

NO SPACE

MTG MIXED PERSONALITIES - YOUNG MELLY, BIEL DO ALTO ,EMOJI E MC LORIN DA ZL = ( ( BIEL DO ALTO ) )

Gregory shares the life of a very prolific conductor and his journey working with great people and personalities.

Quantum Music: Dissecting the Modern Musician - Gregory Buchalter (5/21/2025)

We sit down with two hilarious chicken mammas - Cindy and Amy, both residing in Tucson, AZ  less than 4 miles from each other's chicken coops! Who would think that these 2 women have been in our lives for 15+ years! We couldn't wait to "interrogate" them about their experiences raising chickens and how their flocks are very much like humans. We actually couldn't sleep the night before our recording because we were anticipating tons of laughter, and we weren't disappointed. Humor being something that right about now is very much needed and cherished in our world. 

Pour yourself a glass of wine or hard Kombucha...or a cup of tea...and listen in to how chicken raising came about for these two entrepreneurial women. We're not talking about just 2 or 3 chickens...we're talking about 30+ chickens combined!! Get ready for tales of pecking orders, backyard gossip, and mother hens with attitude!

We'd love to hear your comments. Contact us at: info@boomtalkmedia.com

How Chickens Are Like Humans with Amy and Cindy

This track "The Octagon" from the Album "For The Record" by Nnanna Egwu, The Grandfather is a spoken word poetry about Office/Workplace and Business/Corporate world and the people who work there to make things happen in the world. Written and performed by Nnanna Egwu Echem Featuring the grandfather, and produced by Kemena.

The Octagon

Seven Moods - SEMO - V3

Entering the Divine Fire - I Cor. 3 - Fr. Michael Flowers 11.16.25

We offer psychology-based relief, wisdom + tools for everyday living: books, eBooks, podcasts, original poetry + photos. Our podcasts provide a safe learning environment for sharing stories and ideas that impact and transform our lives.

- Artist 🎵🎤✍️
Whyte Nicotyne, hailing from Cresco, United States, is a rising music artist/philosopher with a unique versatile style and blend of influences from his high school friendship with JayThaRose. Drawing inspiration from artists like Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, J. Cole, Nas, 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G., Logic, Outkast, NF, Mac Miller, and many other artists. Whyte Nicotyne's sound resonates with a deep and relatable quality that sets him apart in the music scene. With his original debut single, "A Better Day," released on March 29th, 2024, Whyte Nicotyne showcases his talent and passion for creating music that speaks to the heart and soul of his listeners.

Born in Coon Rapids, Minnesota quickly moved to Cresco, Iowa. A small rural town where Austin Buls grew up and discovered his artistry and outlet with music, more specifically hip-hop and rap. At the age of 16, he created his alter ego, "Whyte Nicotyne," "Whyte," obviously white but spelled with a "Y," instead of an "I," as he always felt different. "Nicotyne," because music is his addiction, a drug constantly wanting more and more like a fiend needing fixing. As witty as he is, he had to be the one to go against the grain with salt. After years of practice, writing rhymes, free-styling, and making demos. He created debut album "Light In Darkness," EP "Summer Paradise," album 2 "Days Of Future Past," album 3 "Children Of The Corn," along with some singles. Embodying the idea of being the light in a dark place. More coming soon!

Welcome to Riverwest Radio – WXRW 104.1 FM

Riverwest Radio is a nonprofit storefront community radio & podcasting platform dedicated to uplifting Milwaukee voices through locally produced content.

MISSION STATEMENT
Riverwest Radio provides a community platform for education, advocacy and creativity, as well as an outlet for marginalized and alternative voices in our neighborhood and beyond. We invite all Milwaukeeans not only to listen, but to take an active role in the production of their own show and become stewards of the station.

Weekly Sermons from St. Aidan's Anglican Church. We are a member of the ACNA (Anglican Church of North America. We are in the Anglican Diocese of the Upper Midwest. Visit us in person and check out our website at www.staidanskc.org.

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