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Created to Create is the sound of my faith meeting my imagination where scripture becomes rhythm, and creativity becomes worship. These songs are pieces of my heart, shaped by God’s hand and sharpened by my desire to make Christian rap feel alive, honest, and unashamed.

Every track is a brushstroke, a prayer, a spark proof that faith doesn’t have to be filtered or corny to be powerful. This album is my reminder that the Creator made me in His image, not just to exist, but to build, to express, to breathe art into the world.

I wasn’t just made to make music.
I was created to create.


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Produced by Cabber
Lost Files Vol. 3 Track 2

Lost Files Vol. 3 (Five-Five-Five)

Song I Made Whist Drunk

Song I Made Whilst Drunk // Prod. Cabber

[Intro]
Eyes red
Heart cold
I was stuck in my head
Now I’m breakin’ that hold

[Verse 1]
Used to stare at the ceiling, feel my chest cave in
Scrollin’ through my failures like they all best friends
Every L in my hand, I was scared to blink
Every thought in my skull sayin’ “you can’t win”

Empty in the daytime, shook in the night
Hands by my side, never ready for the fight
Feet in the mud, brain on mute
All that doubt in my throat, couldn’t speak my truth

Then I caught my reflection, saw a ghost in the glass
Every scar on my face, every crack from the past
Heard a voice from my ribs say “you done bein’ timid”
If the world wanna kill you, better die while you livin’, yeah

[Chorus]
Put the trust inside myself and now I’m winnin’ (winnin’)
Had me movin’ like a shadow, now I’m vivid (so vivid)
All that self doubt made me weak, had me glitchin’
Now I’m buildin’ up my soul through the fightin’, that’s my mission

Trust inside my teeth when I bite down on the pain
Turn the pressure into diamonds in my veins
Put the trust inside myself and now I’m winnin’
Now I’m winnin’, now I’m winnin’

[Verse 2]
I was stuck in slow motion, body felt like rust
Hands shakin’ on the wheel, didn’t even trust my touch
Every “what if” in my mind like a siren
Every step that I took, felt the floor start slidin’

Now I jab at the fear when it creepin’ in my lap
If my thoughts throw fists, then I swing right back
Knees bruised from the nights I was beggin’ for a sign
Now I stand on the bruises like they part of my design

Laced my doubts in the laces of my boots, then I stomp
Turn the shame into armor when the memories taunt
If my heart start racin’, that’s a war drum beat
Every hit that I take make the new me bleed


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