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[Verse 1]
Father, I hear the voices, yeah, they’re calling in the night
They whisper in the evening, dragging shadows through my life
So many voices talking, Lord, I’m haunted every day
Can’t rest, can’t walk, can’t breathe, can’t find my way
Screaming in my spirit things I don’t even understand
Words that don’t mean nothing but they burn inside my hands
I know there’s something deep that only You can see
A wounded part of me that longs to be set free
I’ve held it in a box, locked it up so tight
Scared to let the monster out and show his face in light
He’ll feast, he’ll need, he’ll breathe — the pain that’s buried deep
But You’re the One who heals, Lord, break the chains, release

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve taken it to the cross so many times before
But still I find myself running back for one shot more
I don’t want this pain-killer, Lord, I want Your grace
Take this cup from me, break me out of this place

[Chorus]
God, I’m on my knees, break these chains inside of me
Heal the wounds my past attackers left in me
I’m tired of this sin, tired of the bottle’s hold
Take my shame, take my pain, make my spirit whole

[Verse 2]
Three shots just to numb it, four shots lost in space
Five shots I’m falling into some darker place
Eight shots, Lord, I’m dizzy, words are dancing through my head
Nine shots I’m still spinning, ten shots I should be dead
Bottles on the rail, bottles on the floor
Hidden everywhere like the memories I ignore
Whiskey, tequila, doesn’t matter anymore
I keep telling myself I’m not a drunk, but Lord —
Maybe I’ve been lying, maybe I’ve been blind
Maybe only You can heal this shattered mind

[Chorus]
God, I’m on my knees, break these chains inside of me
Heal the wounds my past attackers left in me
I’m tired of this sin, tired of the bottle’s hold
Take my shame, take my pain, make my spirit whole

[Bridge]
I need You in my veins, not this poison, not this sin
I’m over-intoxicated, Lord, please come rushing in
Everything inside of me is crying to be free
Only You can save me from the monster inside me

[Outro]
The echoes inside of me are crying out for escape
From the pain that is stuck inside so deep
Father, hear me now, don’t let me slip away
Break these chains, Lord, break them today

Break These Chains

This track is a raw, introspective anthem about the quiet rebellion of speaking your truth in a world that silences dissent through subtle pressures rather than outright force. It explores the tension between societal conformity and personal authenticity, using the metaphor of "whispering loud" to capture how genuine expression often feels muted but carries explosive, underground power. The song critiques the invisible chains of fear, peer judgment, and performative "free speech" that keep people from voicing unfiltered thoughts, while celebrating the resilience of those who persist anyway.

Whisper Loud

Hell Bound

Current Mood

Small Town Boy

www.NomadBoyz.com
twitter.com/chrisadalwolf
instagram.com/adalwolf/
Prod. https://soundcloud.com/prxz

Lyrics:

Bitch boy, get back I don't roll with the fuck shit.
Production, bass bumping, speakers give concussion 
I said fuck the world, fuck a bitch,
I won't trust it
Only fucked bout two girls, don't get out, I'm a fucked kid 

Walk in the function, erupting.
I turn around, murder bout 1 bitch, she squirming round, burning loud
A, put the burner down
A, put the burner down

Bitch boy I feel undefeated. 
A genius I am
Russian bitch want my penis
Yuh
Feeling belemic cause not yet, we feastin 
Few broke boys, who hope noise will give us a feeling
Ey 
Bitch boy I feel like I'm Jesus
fake and deceiving, yet all you believing 
I'm leaving 
All u rappers are just a fetus
I aimed for the top, and I fell, cause no cheating 
Ey
White girl she swallowed my semen
U buy ur reposts to seem dope. Defeatin
Everyone else on the stage then I'm leaving 
Sold my soul straight the devil. A demon
What I am now bitch boy got on to my level 
Not from the ghetto, the hood, nothing special 
Skinny white kid murdering with vendetta 
Fuck out face, I don't fuck with u fellas

? (Prod. PRXZ)

Small Town Boy (Stripped)

TRACK 3 
SNXP x JON LEMON - GRAVEDANGER

https://soundcloud.com/scvmm

BLACK SKY (Prod. by SCVMM)

prod by @crclxx

out now streaming on all major music distributors

OFFICIAL VIDEO

Brown Eyes

lil tracy - rain rain go away (prod. koren)

CAPPY NEW YEARS CUZ MFS STILL CAPPIN

prod marc garcia

WARE ME DOWN!

ZIGWAP A MENACE (prod. SONICBOOM)

HELLISH THINGS prod. so\sry

“Hellish Things”

Visual : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iHrnG-2R30&feature=youtu.be

(Lyrics)

Tell me, tell me hellish things
Whisper death up in my ear
Seal the fate of those words
For no one else to ever hear
Expect when I’m alone
Better yet, when you are gone
Out of my sight
Leave me at home
Just to cook up some mo’
Let me, let me know
If shunnydoll wanna give some dome
But if the baddie don’t want to
Then don’t hit up my cellyphone
Living in an armageddon
and I got evil to be known
Some south side motherfuckas
Getting high with their radars low
Goone behind the shadows
and I’m always down to battle
The psychopath is going downhill
Finna rue what he’s gonna tackle
Slit necks, what’s next?
Bodies in the fuckin’ gravel
With a 3 gram blunt, 6 feet deep, and 1 less sucka to handle
Deceased in the sea, beneath the Gulf of Mexico
What you know lil hoe?
Fiends mistreating then they go
Where I plan to leave them
When they step on Shunny’s toes
A busta playin’ like a punk
Then I gotta lynch that throat

...

Sic ‘em, sic ‘em, have a listen
Sick of yo ass in my business
“Oh, I hope that Goone’s just kidding.”
Nah bitch, think you forgot your ticket
Now take that trip, exit existence
Brew binging, pill poppin’, and mota mixin’
That’s my blood stream in every God damn instance
Getting high for the drive, but I ain’t even baked yet
Be about 5:45 in the motherfucking AM
Scheme and then I fortify, the sun ain’t even up
Bet
Better that way
Get to stare into space
Then die with grace
Oh yeah, the solo portrait
What’s made?
Step by step
Not at any small cost
It’s a new day
Sec by sec
Got many to make lost
But when Goone say,
“Rest by Death.”
He sought out his gravestone
To Hell and back in all black
Where all that’s grey goes to loathe
Lord would you bless this mess or let me tear up my soul?
I’m feeling weak and unpleased
These hellish things have me cold
Set gain for more degrees
Let the fire consume me whole
A lesson to be learned
From healings by the unknown

HELLISH THINGS prod. so\sry (MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

HOLY WATER(prod.CRIMEWAVE)

genesis / side eye

My Grave (prod. Henny Graves)

I work 6 days a wk as a welder. Not till I die so for now I just rhyme a couple lines up ta justify a bio. But yeah weld w my eyes closed. 

WARE ME DOWN!

THE TRAUMSTER

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