Name: FLYING by HLYOTO
Duration: 3 min 12 s
Description: Loud Pack Legends Freestyle For An Hour Straight

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Loud Pack Legends Freestyle For An Hour Straight

FLYING

ICED OUT PHONE

[Verse 1]

The space you leave reminds me
I am water, not just plaster
How hearts get cast to hold each other
Mold each other—some harden, some shatter
Some are more like clay
The silence is like time without a shape
Here I find me: hard edges, liquid walls
Some parts drying, some dissolve
Like a microscope, I magnify when I'm alone
What do I find? How have I hardened?
How have I grown?

[Verse 2]

Now I'm breathing back into moments 
I wasn't fully being
Wasn't able to fully receive them
Wasn't speaking, wasn't hearing
Now I listen to myself—
"Promise me, you will never leave," I plead
"Never. Only you can be yourself
Not a role, not a pattern, not like anybody else"

But my children, they need to hear the same from me
I can't promise to always be right there with them
Not when every week we're torn apart
Shared custody, work, school, daycare
How many hours am I not there
Where they want—where they need—me to be?
I can't lie, I can't always be there
I… I…, it gets hard to breathe

Reminds me of silence, reminds me—
I can't always be there for my children
But I can teach them how to always be
With themselves, to never leave
I love them, and I teach them to love
Who they are, who they be

[Hook]

I write to fight evil—no
I write love fiercely
I write to witness being alive
I write for a world where my children
Will want to stay alive, and thrive

[Verse 3]

That's a real concern
Teen suicide been on the rise
Tripled since they been legalizing the lies
Making humans an abstraction
No measure that reflects real life
I've been writing from capitalism's confines
Lowest tier of the triple bottom line
A renewable resource to be optimized, not self-actualized
Where humans are to be seen and not heard
Polished puppets grateful to serve

I write to hear, to see myself
I disappear when my voice is stifled or ignored
Like my words are ghosts walking through bodies
Unnoticed, unheard
I write because selling status pays more
Than expressing love and care
Serving the machine is the priority
Not being where you're most needed
Too much liability to care
Consider this my love letter
A silent way to meet you when I'm not there

[Bridge]

Words don't carry the weight
They aren't fragmented, they can't erase—
Naw, that's in me, not your place
To tell me what I meant or what's the case
I'm tired of y'all thinking you can hear me
Treating me like an echo of the words I speak
Not even checking if we're on the same page

I'm speaking clearly from a place
You can't map, you can't analyze
You cannot turn into a commodity
You cannot cannibalize
I know you hate this, navigating in the dark
That's because it's not your territory
Only place that's yours to claim, to define
Is your own mind, your own thought
But—this isn't about you
I set you free, I'm not your mirror
I'm not your product, I'm not your enemy

[Verse 4]

Can't price love neatly
Can't tokenize and extract care given freely
Treat humanity like they died
All the ghosts of Christmas past
Taken to court, whole claim dismissed
Cost socialized and subsidized
Whole generation of scrooges trying to live forever
No redistribution, gotta prepare for infinity
But can't measure—
Even a trillion trillion, is that enough?
Claws dug in life like "Help! It's killing us!"
Hoarding forever, building tombs
Their bunkers and mansions will be the pyramids of the future
Everyone left wondering: with all this wealth, all this tech
Why'd billions starve? End up dead?
What were they really doing here?

Because abstraction keeps us all in inaction
Because when you live in your head
You can dream of anything and never need
Your math to be mathing
Because you mistake the introject for the person
You mistake the projection for their distortion
Because you treat me and my children like a data point
A flat metric, a probabilistic means of capital generation
Without consent of valuation
Because you never touched or listened 
To a single person on your excel spreadsheet…

Couldn’t fit all the lyrics.

FLYING

HLYOTO

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