Beneath the endless horizon of everyday life, a small but unrelenting force toils to shape the future. They’re the planters of bold ideas, sowing seeds that take root in others—who in turn blossom into architects of destiny themselves. It’s a cycle that sparks an infinite tapestry, one woven by the visionaries who refuse to rest. In their quiet hustle, they form the unseen spine of our collective progress, offering the foundation on which all may stand.

Infinity Hustle

A song about accepting myself and not fighting myself for no one.

Taoism

In the final moments before the flames consume everything familiar, you glimpse a truth long buried beneath inherited fears and hand-me-down beliefs. This quiet reckoning—this scorched-earth moment—is how you remember your ancient promise. Only by sacrificing the comfortable loop of the past can you rise as something more. The inferno itself becomes your catalyst, answering the covenant with an inner blaze: “I will push you past pain, you will respond with fire.”

Covenant of the Phoenix

In the fevered pulse of day-to-day existence—where ambition and distraction churn like a restless sea—your spirit can feel lost beneath the roar. Yet amid this tempest, a single figure or quiet epiphany can emerge, like a bright star glimpsed through ragged clouds. Suddenly, all that frantic motion hushes, as if the universe itself draws a breath. In that fleeting lull, your soul ignites, refusing to fade beneath the din. And so you gently rage against the dying light, not with fury, but by surrendering every false weight, returning at last to your most radiant self.

The Effortless Let Go

In the hidden recesses of your soul, a distant threshold beckons, haloed by a brilliance few have the resolve to confront. To reach it, you must cast off the trappings of a life half-lived—shedding identities, losing companions, and questioning your own sense of reality. The final step is taken in utter solitude, guided only by the faint pulse of your inner voice. Beyond that veiled gate, language loses its power, for you stand amidst a realm of pure knowing. There, you dissolve into the vastness of something greater, feeling the quiet echo of truth that no words can convey.

Inner Threshold's Gate

Seasons of our lives can feel like a vast current pulling us forward, sweeping away stale habits and tired bonds that no longer resonate. Yet amid this cleansing tide, it’s all too easy to lose pieces of yourself that matter most—those bedrock values, treasured friends, and kindred souls who reflect your truest essence. The challenge lies in discerning what must be released and what must be held close. Through mindful presence and steady focus on what nourishes your spirit, you navigate this transformative current, emerging on the other side still intact—yet better aligned with the person you were always meant to be. True growth lies in the subtle art of discernment, in pausing at each crossroads to decide which ties must be severed for our soul’s expansion, and which should remain as steady pillars of who we are. In that balance, we rise, transformed yet unmistakably true to ourselves.

Caught Up In The Sweep

Beyond the smoky horizon, a gauzy veil sways like a half-remembered dream, a hint of dawn ahead—the thin curtain of uncertainty gleams like dawn-lit frost upon tall grass.  Step by patient step, you venture forth, each footfall an ode to the secret rhythms pulsing beneath the world. In that tender hush, the veil thins, and at last you witness the truth glimmering like a hidden river. Though your companions remain unseen, their distant songs urge you onward, whispering that the final crossing holds not a barren shore, but an endless field where possibilities breathe free. Press forward—softly, bravely—until the veil parts, revealing a realm that has called you since the first breath of possibility.

See-Through Veil

Imagine slipping two bright drops of sunlight into your palm—tiny, weightless, almost laughing at their own modesty. Yet the moment you release them into the world, they split and scatter like prisms across a darkened room, casting warmth into forgotten corners. A single kind word, a quiet act of grace, an unguarded smile—each becomes a spark that dances from soul to soul, echoing beyond the limits of your own reach. Let them go. Watch how a humble flicker grows into a chorus of brilliance, stitching golden seams through the fabric of eternity.

Two Drops of Sunshine

Release the last thread of self-doubt and sink into a silence older than stars. Here, desire softens into calm knowing; ego melts like frost in first light. With each unforced inhale, a radiant current sweeps through your chest—ancient, all-embracing. You sense it spiraling out in infinite vectors, a fractal tapestry connecting every soul to a single, luminous heart. In this space, love carries its own gravity, drawing you home without struggle. Breathing and belonging merge, and the warmth of infinity gathers inside you, effortless as the tide, eternal as the dawn.

Breathing In Infinity's Warmth

There are crossroads where fate steps softly, and if you listen, you will hear her—an echo of the divine feminine pouring water over parched vision. In her presence the haze lifts, revealing the lattice of your purpose shimmering beneath the ordinary. She does not command or compel; she simply mirrors the fire already smoldering in you, kindling it into revelation. Grasp this moment with deliberate care: the universe rarely grants such crystalline sight twice. Having been anointed by her gift, walk with intention, for the gods have pressed a burning seal upon your path and wait to watch you wield its light.

The Sublime Vision / Her Gift

The pillars you once leaned on have crumbled to dust, leaving you barefoot on the raw edge of the unknown. One path tempts you back into the hush of numb routine; the other demands surrender—an unflinching plunge into the furnace where ego burns away. Choose the fire. In its glow, every past “failure” reveals itself as a hidden teacher: darkness draws the outline of light, loss defines the contour of purpose. Piece by luminous piece, you reassemble your spirit into something truer than any inherited creed could offer. The source welcomes you home, branding your heart with a charge to blaze brighter than before. Step forward, child of the crucible—your soul is signed in flame.

Reintegration

Stand close and feel the hum—a golden corona alive with wisdom, generosity, and calm command. It’s the rare radiance of a heart that beats in time with higher realms, guiding thought through the lens of compassion. In that light, doubts soften, wounds begin to knit, and purpose shines with new resolve. To witness such an aura is to glimpse divinity wrapped in human form—an angelic shield that turns fear to courage, scarcity to abundance, and ordinary moments to sparks of enlightened possibility.

Golden Aura

CTRL-ALT-EXTINCT

Daybreak slips through the curtains, and in its silver glow the distance of one restless night collapses. You trace the curve of her smile, and the world exhales—clouds fading like mist over a calm lake. This is the afterglow that lingers beyond quarrel and quiet, a pact inked in the first light: whatever storms may rise, dawn will always stitch you back together. Tend this bond with tender hands and unwavering gaze; such seamless reconnection is a rare bloom, for love this enduring is met but once, and its light is worth guarding with everything you are.

Morning Reconnection / Eternal Love Afterglow

Self Aware Prod. By OZI

Some days the world arrives in soft focus—edges smudged, meanings half-formed—while you drift from lighthouse to lighthouse, never quite docking. You want the good, you reach for it, yet the signal stutters and the crowd feels a step away. There isn’t an answer waiting at the end of this evening, only the hum of the road and a sky that keeps unfolding. Breathe. Keep your compass kind. Even the guides carry only fragments; perhaps it’s you who will stitch the missing piece and find the door no one else could see.

Blurred Transitions

This is the rare music of a fearless mind: potent, clean, and luminous, composing a life in true time beneath a patient moon that feels tuned to your heartbeat. Everything falls into place—the old noise fades, the sharp edges soften. What once haunted you loosens its grip, and even the present’s trials arrive like passing clouds. In that silver hush, a mind free of fear and doubt plays its own bright melody—steady, soulful, utterly clear. To witness it (or wear it) is to see power made gentle, purpose made simple, and freedom made real. 

Magical Moonlit Mind Medley

(Aye Aye)
(Bad lil shawty)
(Aye Aye)
(she so bad, she so bad)

Bad lil shawty
And I wanna make her mine (make her mine)
Fall for my charms
And Fuck me All Tha Time (she gon fuck me All Tha Time)

Sorry lil hoe
I can’t be ur Romeo
Fall in love off an oxy
Left my heart with bulletholes

Aye!
I Just need some drank
And I’ll be (I’ll be) good to go (Good to go)
She don’t wanna play her part
So I had to let her go (Sorry lil hoe I hadda let you go)

And I’m speeding in this car (speeding in this caaarrrrrR)
(Aye aye Yeah)
And I can’t even see the road
All I need is my bros (All I need my bros)

(Aye aye Yeah)
Ask me a question
What’s it like to go slow (Are you dumb?) (Bitch are you dumb?) (I don’t fucking know!)

Don’t ask me
Cuz I don’t even know
Damn
All These people all know (The DeaL’s on that)
The DeaL on that
Lie to my face
How you gonna call me back?

(she so bad, she so bad)
Bad lil shawty
And I wanna make her mine
Fall for my charms
And Fuck me All Tha Time (she gon fuck me All Tha Time)

Sorry lil hoe
I can’t be ur Romeo
Fall in love off an oxy
Left my heart with bulletholes

Aye!
I Just need some drank
And I’ll be good to go (Good to go)
She don’t wanna play her part
So I had to let her go (Sorry lil hoe I hadda Let U Go)

Let U Go

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Adam Evesly & the fractal 17 - an exploratory experiment in multidisciplinary art & music, a work in merging both the dark & the light in all of us, explicitly free from any cage

“My environment made me pick up a pen,” Sha says. “But life made me never put it down.”

Influenced by legends like Tupac, Big Pun, Future, Jay-Z, Styles P, The LOX — and even the unexpected vulnerability of 070 Shake — Sha Alumni bridges worlds. One foot in the raw storytelling of street rap, the other in the melodic spaces of modern sound.

But what separates Sha Alumni from everybody else trying to rap their way out the trenches? Simple — he’d still rap even if nobody was watching.

“This ain’t gimmicks. This ain’t trendy. Some of this — I really lived,” he says with a smirk. “Music’s in me whether I blow or not.”

The name Sha Alumni speaks for itself. Some get it early. Some won’t get it ‘til later. But one thing’s for sure — when you press play, you gon' feel it.

ILL WILL is a music artist from Houston, TX. In 2004, he began to express his multiple artistic abilities through the form known as Hip-Hop. 

Inspired by watching classic episodes of 106 & Park & Rap City, ILL WILL began to understand that through this, he would find his swag! 

A self taught graphic designer, ILL WILL began to create visual masterpieces for his album/mixtape artwork.

ILL WILL not only records, mixes, and masters his own projects, but he also produces many of his own tracks, a talent he began to cultivate back in 2007, some of which can be found on his social network sites.

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