Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die
Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die

Talk to the rain in the dead of the night
City too heavy, no breath, no light
Memories grip, they cut, they choke
Step too slow, my heart half broke
Ghost in my skin, they laugh, they crawl
Mirror don’t show me no truth at all
Shadow stretch long, I feel that burn
Every damn corner, the pain return

Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die
Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die

Morning I wake but the shade still near
Silence so loud that it split my ear
Cracks in the wall from the weight I keep
Whispers in dark put my soul to sleep
Voices erased but I hear that hum
Echoes of promises, never done
Light on my face but I fade away
Holdin’ this pain till my final day

Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die
Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die

If heaven so close why I bleed below?
Why love so heavy like chains that grow?
Carry this night till I break apart
World collapse, it devours my heart

Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die
Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die

The missing (Memphis rap reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

The missing (Memphis rap reload)

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