Produced by Imagination (https://soundcloud.com/user-137673614)

Shuffling My Thoughts

AERIN

Caught the air [Demo]

worms w/ sladewyd

stumbleine

0404 ft. SometimesGlow

Midnight

Sa Sadar

Yumi Fake I.D. (McPherran Remix)

Lyrics:

Sirens cry through poisoned skies
We lit the match, now no one survives
Oceans rise, the ground gives way
And silence waits to take the day

No prayers left, no gods to call
We're just shadows on a crumbling wall

These are the final hours
The ticking fades to screams
We built our plastic towers
On burning, broken dreams
There’s no escape, no second chance
Just fire, ash, and cold romance

We danced through decades, blind with pride
Now there’s no place left to hide
Screens go dark, the stars look down
While cities fall without a sound

We thought we ruled the sky and sea
But time has come to set us free

These are the final hours
The ticking fades to screams
We built our plastic towers
On burning, broken dreams
No voices left, no flags to wave
Just ghosts of what we failed to save

Hold my hand as the sun shuts off
Let the silence speak enough
In the end, there’s only light
A flash… then nothing…
Then endless night

This is how the world lets go
Not with rage…
But soft, and slow
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Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

Final Hours

(Beat: Heavy bass, gritty snares, eerie synths, slow tempo, raw street vibe)Intro
Yo, this for the streets, where the system don’t sleep,
Where the dreams get crushed and the shadows run deep.
No sides, just truth, from the block to the grave,
This the voice of the lost, still fightin’ to be saved.  

Verse 1
Born in the struggle, where the pavement’s my cradle,
System’s a vulture, pickin’ bones off the table.
They promise you freedom, but the chains stay tight,
Welfare checks just a leash in the dead of the night.
Corruption’s the preacher, sellin’ hope for a dime,
While the kids slang rock just to eat one time.
Politicians in suits, they don’t walk these blocks,
They buildin’ new jails while the poor stay locked.
Institutions crumble, leave us fightin’ for scraps,
Every corner got a body, every soul got traps.
The hustle’s eternal, but the game stay rigged,
You either dodge bullets or get buried with pigs.  

Chorus
Concrete chains, yeah, they bind my soul,
Broken systems, man, they takin’ their toll.
Survive in the dark, where the cold winds blow,
Street’s my religion, it’s the only truth I know.  

Verse 2
Poverty’s a cycle, like a noose on repeat,
Kids inherit the struggle, no shoes on they feet.
The school’s a pipeline to the pen or the grave,
Teachers burned out, ain’t no heroes to save.
Crime’s the only job when the factory’s gone,
Mama prayin’ to God, but the devil stay strong.
Betrayal in the air, you can’t trust no one,
Your brother might snake you for a crumb or a gun.
Government’s a ghost, only show for the votes,
Leave us drownin’ in the flood while they sailin’ they boats.
Resilience my armor, but it’s forged in pain,
Every scar’s a story, every loss a chain.  Chorus
Concrete chains, yeah, they bind my soul,
Broken systems, man, they takin’ their toll.
Survive in the dark, where the cold winds blow,
Street’s my religion, it’s the only truth I know.  

Bridge
Anger in my veins, but my heart stay cold,
Truth’s a heavy load when the lies get sold.
They build glass towers while the hood stays cracked,
Every promise they make just a knife in our back.
Survival’s a gamble, roll the dice in the dirt,
Every day’s a war, every night’s a hurt.
Mistrust in my eyes, I see through they game,
The system don’t love us, it just fannin’ the flame.  

Verse 3
From the block to the cell, it’s a one-way road,
They taxin’ our breath, puttin’ weight on our load.
The preacher, the mayor, they all in the same,
Sellin’ dreams to the poor while they playin’ they games.
The streets talk loud, got a voice of they own,
Screamin’ through the sirens and the cracks in the stone.
We hustle for survival, but the deck stay stacked,
Every move’s a risk, ain’t no turnin’ back.
Cold truth in my bars, like a blade to the chest,
The system’s a beast, and it don’t let us rest.
But we rise from the ashes, though the fire still burns,
The street’s where I learned what the world never learns.  

Chorus
Concrete chains, yeah, they bind my soul,
Broken systems, man, they takin’ their toll.
Survive in the dark, where the cold winds blow,
Street’s my religion, it’s the only truth I know.  

Outro
Yo, this for the lost, for the ones still here,
For the hearts that bleed, for the ones that fear.
The system don’t break, it was built to oppress,
But we still stand tall in this concrete mess.
Gangsta shit. Real shit. Truth.(Beat fades out with distant sirens and a low, haunting synth hum)



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