Rather Be In Oakland

Rather Be In Oakland (feat. Karri)

WILDFIRE

Yeah, lights on, mirror hums,
I’m somebody and no one comes.
Flash hits skin, they begin to ask,
Is it the shine, or is it the mask.

Studio haze and silver tone,
Every frame, I make my own.
Angles hit, the filters boom,
Built my name in a backroom.
Flashbulb heartbeat, chain in gloss,
Turned my grind into applause.
Mirrorcraft spitting tracks,
Spirit caught in a feedback hack.
Every echo, every face,
Just another mask in place.

Welcome to the Glamour Room,
Where I talk my pain in tune.
Where the flash hits, ego flips,
Every truth I trade for clips.
Yeah, the mirror never lies,
It just edits what survives.

Stage lights burn, they shimmer still,
Every high comes with a chill.
I talk in angles, flex in frame,
Sleep in soundchecks, wake to fame.
Mirror loves the camera flash,
But doesn’t mean my soul intact.
Everyone likes a player,
Till the game gets real.
They love the highlight reel,
Not the nights I kneel.
Mirrorcraft spitting tracks,
Spirit caught in a feedback hack.
Every angle hides a bruise,
But I smile, that’s what they choose.

The mirror loves me.
It knows the name, not the pain.
It gives me back what I sell.
Reflection’s my addiction.

Welcome to the Glamour Room,
Where I shine, then fade too soon.
My reflection call me “star,”
But it can’t tell who I am.
Mirrorcraft, the image cracked,
Spirit caught in a feedback hack.

Lights drop, crowd gone,
Still hear the echo when the mic’s off.
Stage cold, my thoughts stack,
All that noise can’t bring me back.

The Glamour Room

Every time they hope I fall,
I pop out louder, I want it all.
They talk smoke, I’m breathing proof,
Built my palace from the booth.

No love in the climb, just static,
Cut ties, made peace with the manic.
Fake smiles in the clouds, I’m numb,
They pray I slip, I don’t play that dumb.
Yeah, I’m too slick for the breakdown,
Too loud for a letdown.
Every loss turned to game tape,
Now the hate my pregame faith.

Pressure make the crown fit tight,
I don’t rest, I rewrite.
They want cracks, they want collapse,
I want plaques, I want stats.

No sleep in the Cloud Palace,
Where I don’t fall, I balance.
Where the fake love feel lavish,
And the silence turn savage.
They want peace, I want power,
I don’t break, I devour.
Every spite, a new verse,
Every doubt, I reimburse.
——
They want me tired, I show up clean,
Every punchline cut, every bar mean.
I don’t need closure, I need checks,
No rest till the disrespect’s next.
You can’t shame what you can’t reach,
I turn pain into my speech.
Every shade they threw, I wore,
Built a roof they can’t ignore.

Pressure make the crown fit tight,
I don’t sleep, I rewrite.
They want peace, I want payback,

I see ‘em watch from below,
Same ones who said I’d fold.
They don’t get the satisfaction,
My revenge stay platinum.

No sleep in the Cloud Palace,
Where I don’t fall, I balance.
Where the fake love feel lavish,
And the silence turn savage.
They want peace, I want power,
I don’t break, I devour.
Every spite, a new verse,
Every doubt, I reimburse.

No crown, no chain, no fear,
Just a mic and a mirror near.
Hate loud, I tune it clear,
They don’t get to see me disappear.

Cloud Palace

Yeah.
Welcome to the sermon.
Flashbulbs and confessions.
This the price of ascension.

Crowd screaming my name like a prayer,
Hands up but nobody there.
Every cheer hit like thunderclap,
Still feel alone in the feedback trap.
I built this seat from sweat and scars,
Now I’m orbiting my own stars.
Gold chains hum like psalms I wrote,
But the echoes choke in my throat.

Yeah, I prayed to the mirror too long,
Now the mirror sing back my songs.
Faith, fame, both hit wrong,
Every verse a confession gone strong.

This my Mirror Gospel,
Where the fame feel colossal.
Audience my choir, pain my apostle.
Every cheer another toll,
Every crown another hole.
Yeah, this my Mirror Gospel.

Throne cold, can’t feel my feet,
Every win tastes bittersweet.
I got angels in my mentions,
But demons in my mentions too.
The higher I climb, the less that’s true 
Every “amen” sound like “who’s you?”
They want the image, not the man,
They want the rise, not where I stand.

Yeah, I prayed to the mirror too long,
Now the mirror hum my songs.
Faith, fame, same old con,
Every truth sound like a pawn.

This my Mirror Gospel,
Where the fame feel colossal.
Audience my choir, pain my apostle.
Every cheer another toll,
Every crown another hole.
Yeah, this my Mirror Gospel.

You hear ‘em?
Every clap’s a sermon.
Every light’s a witness.
But who confesses for the preacher?

This my Mirror Gospel,
Where the silence feel hostile.
They say pray for peace, I say pray for power,
Built a kingdom but lost the hour.
Audience my choir, pain my apostle,
I keep singing, it’s colossal.

Lights fade, echoes stay,
Another prayer, another play.
Mirror hums, reflection weeps,
The gospel never sleeps.

Mirror Gospel

The city hum fades, I’m still there.
Used to beg the crowd to stare.
Now I’m good with no one there.
Still the realest anywhere

Used to chase every sound for proof,
Now I let the silence move.
No audience, no lens to feed,
Just rhythm under my sleeve.
I used to run from being still,
Now the stillness bends my will.
Everything I lost to prove,
I find again when I don’t move.

Nightwinds whisper through my chest,
Teach me how to love the rest.
No more crowds, no more stage,
Just a voice outside the cage.
Power soft, not loud, not blind,
I found strength where I unwind.
Nightwinds carry what I’ve learned,
Soft and low, but never burned

Ghosts still talk, but I don’t plead,
They fade the moment I take lead.
Every wound I called a name,
Turned to air, it’s not the same.
My reflection don’t demand,
It listens, it understands.
The fame was thunder, but this is rain,
It cleans, it sings, it leaves no stain.

Flow ain’t fame, it’s peace in disguise.
Stillness don’t mean compromise.
Every verse I used to shout,
Now breathes in, not reaching out.

Nightwinds whisper through my chest,
Guide me home, I learned the rest.
Rhythm flows beneath my skin,
The wind knows where I’ve been.
Power soft, like open hands,
Peace don’t beg, it understands.
Nightwinds hum, my heart replies 
I rise where silence never dies.

No show. No mask. Just soul.

Nightwinds

Yeah…
They left, so I sang louder.
Silence made the beat.
Pain mixed the track.

I built an altar out of my hurt,
Every chord stitched from the dirt.
They ain’t stay, so I stayed in the booth,
Made my scars rhyme till they told the truth.
Love ghosted, but the mic stayed near,
So I tuned my fear till it sounded clear.
Every loop a memory that tried to control me.
If love was gone, then art would hold me.

I record.
Confession through a keyboard.
Every tear another take,
Every breath another ache.

Blue altar glowing in the dark,
Built my peace from every scar.
They left me voiceless, I made art,
If love don’t call, the echo must.

They wanted clean, I gave ‘em raw,
Truth ain’t pretty — it’s what I saw.
I never fit where I was told,
So I carved my name in broken mold.
Applause don’t fill what vision feeds,
You can’t buy peace from what bleeds.
I didn’t chase the crowd for trust,
I built alone — the noise was dust.

I fed my ghosts to the sound.
I made a god out of grief.
If they won’t say my name,
The song will.

Blue altar glowing in the dark,
Built my peace from every scar.
They left me voiceless, I made art,
If love don’t call, the echo must.

They left, but I stayed.
Silence raised me.
Now I rise out of the abyss

Blue Altar

devoured

This my name

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I make music across moods, genres, and voices. Sometimes I’m the storyteller, sometimes I’m the ghost in the machine, sometimes I just let the sound speak. Each track is its own mirror, folk, synth, pop, hip hop, ambient, whatever shape the feeling takes.

I write to give form to what often feels unseen. Even in quiet moments, my art becomes a space where truth surfaces from silence. These songs aren’t just mine; they’re for anyone who’s ever tried to name what can’t be said.

What you’ll find here is a collection of experiments, memories, and alter egos. Proof that truth has many sounds, and that what feels hidden can still connect us.

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