MMmmm.... Mmmm...... Mmmm...

Mm...

They say adapt... like it’s a virtue
Like we ain’t been forced to bend ‘til we break

The ice caps melt while they melt down stocks
CEOs rich off apocalypse clocks
My grandma prays, but the air still burns
And truth got sold for the profits they earn
They call it progress — we call it pain
New normals feel like a hunger game
Same flood, same fire, new name
And still no answers, just blame

We weather the changes, but barely breathe
They sit on thrones while we grit our teeth
Systems collapse, and we’re told to cope
But hope without action is just a hoax
One day at a time, they say to me
But time runs out while they plant disease

My neighbor lost it all to the sea rise
Still they deny while the coastlines die
They frame it like a freak event
While building condos where the flood was sent
Third storm this month, and they still gaslight
Telling us it’s fine in the satellite light
But we’re knee deep in debt and tide
No help coming, no place to hide

We weather the changes, but barely breathe
They sit on thrones while we grit our teeth
Systems collapse, and we’re told to cope
But hope without action is just a hoax
One day at a time, they say to me
But time runs out while they plant disease
One day at a time, they say to me
But time runs out while they plant disease

They hand us pain and call it fate
We patch what breaks and carry weight
Our kindness makes the system shake
We bend, we bleed, but never break

So we weather the changes, fists not folded
Truth in the fire, and we still hold it
This ain’t survival, this is war
One day at a time, but we want more

we weather the changes, fists not folded
Truth in the fire, and we still hold it
This ain’t survival, this is war
One day at a time, but we want more

Changes

I’m telling you...
No punchline, no smoke screen, no edit.
Just listen.
I came from the silent streetlight phases,
Where names fade quick like chalk on pavements.
Felt too much, too early—my hands too small
To carry all the weight they dropped in the hall.

No dad on the bleachers, no mom in the crowd,
Just echoes and teachers that talked too loud.
“Got potential”—they said that twice,
Then filed me away like a dusty vice.

I spit now not for the fame,
But for the voices that got lost in the game.
Every beat’s a confession, not a trick.
Every line’s blood inked with a splintered Bic.
I sleep light, dream heavy,
Still wake up ready to war with what’s left of me.
Bills stacked like doubt in a drawer,
And every call I missed feels like a locked door.

I used to pray with my hands not my words,
Now I rap like a sermon for the unheard.
Look—I'm not a saint, not a prophet, not your fix,
I’m the crack in the glass between the hits.

You hear clarity, I hear scars,
You hear rhythm—I’m counting bars
Like jail cells, each one a confessional,
Where pain rhymes perfectly with “inexpressible.”

I walked alone so long, my shadow got bored.
I talk to myself more than I talk to the Lord.
And when I say “I’m fine,” it’s performance art—
Smile tight, but my lungs falling apart.

I write lines like escape routes,
Each syllable a crack in the cell I’m tryna move out.
And sometimes I scream in silence,
Just to feel if my throat still holds defiance.

I remember her—yeah, the one with the eyes
Like cold war secrets and lullabies.
She said: “Just comfortably discomfort me inaudibly,
Why won’t you please?”—then walked out logically.
Mówię ci… this world don’t whisper back.
It shouts, then it shrugs, then it fades to black.

And still I keep going—what else is there?
Purpose ain’t pretty, and hope is rare.
But I carry it like a splinter in my thumb,
Painfully close and never undone.

I spit this for the ones still up at 3
Asking if they’re meant to be anything
Beyond a number, a screen, a trend—
This ain’t a track—it’s a letter I’ll never send.

I'm Telling You

We just ridin’ now
Cruise mode
I only see her riding gently (gently)
On the hood of my own dad’s Bentley (huh)
She sips matcha like she’s deadly
I play broke, but I drip too stealthy (uh)
We don’t stop, no, we ride it out
Sunroof down, let the fire out
Top floor dream with the lights turned out
Whole damn vibe, we gon’ ride it out

Pull up in a robe, still look like money
Laughed at my jokes, said “You real funny”
She sips matcha like she’s deadly
I play broke, but I drip too stealthy (uh)
We don’t stop, no, we ride it out
Sunroof down, let the fire out
Top floor dream with the lights turned out
Whole damn vibe, we gon’ ride it out
Pull up in a robe, still look like money
Laughed at my jokes, said “You real funny”
Lunch on the moon, dinner’s intergalactic
Credit card maxed, but the style—fantastic
Yeah, I’m that broke baller in disguise
Champagne tastes with McNugget fries
Her folks hate me, but she’s still obsessed
Got gold teeth dreams and a thrift-store vest

I only see her riding gently (gently)
On the hood of my own dad’s Bentley (yeah)
She sips matcha like she’s deadly
I play broke, but I drip too stealthy (okay)
We don’t stop, no, we ride it out
Sunroof down, let the fire out
Top floor dream with the lights turned out
Whole damn vibe, we gon’ ride it out

Lights low, seat back, new flame, old track
Phone off, she know that
We ain't never goin’ back

Tell her mama I’m a poet with a mixtape plan
Used to roll coins, now I’m stackin’ grand
Manifested memes, now I’m Billboard bound
Broke the internet, then ghosted the town
She said I’m reckless, I said “That's fair”
But still played my song while she curled her hair
She like the drama, I bring the flair
We ride it out like we don’t care

I only see her riding gently (gently)
On the hood of my own dad’s Bentley (skrrt)
She sips matcha like she’s deadly
I play broke, but I drip too stealthy
We don’t stop, no, we ride it out
Sunroof down, let the fire out
Top floor dream with the lights turned out
Whole damn vibe, we gon’ ride it out

(Yeah...)
Ride it, ride it, ride it out
We just… Yeah..
Ride it out.

We just…
Ride it out.

Ride It Out

She only speaks when her teeth are wet...
and your name’s in the back of her throat.

Velvet switchblade, reptile tongue
Truth tastes sweet till your lungs go numb
Voice like venom, silk in her lungs
She don't bite — she drowns you, young

Eyes like mirrors, blink and you’re done
Heart’s not cold — it just grew a gun
She don’t love — she leans and runs
Leaves you bleeding... asking what you’ve become

She play god with a satin cross
Every prayer sound like a coin you lost
Knees to the floor, but it ain’t for grace
It’s survival — sin’s her saving face

Breath like cinnamon, lips like fate
Says "Come here" — you evaporate
You thought she was storm, but she’s slow decay
And she don’t ghost you — she eats you away

Got red on her dress but that ain’t wine
It’s the love you spilled in another timeline
Chanel on her wrist, venom in her spine
She sells your secrets like stocks online

You texted her pain, she screenshot your ache
Posted it with filters, captioned it “fake”
Now you the meme in a private chat
She the queen — you the cautionary stat

Don’t ask her what she wants.
She already took it.
Don’t call her broken —
She’s the reason you’re crooked.

Velvet switchblade, reptile tongue
Truth tastes sweet till your lungs go numb
Voice like venom, silk in her lungs
She don’t bite — she drowns you, young

Eyes like mirrors, blink and you’re done
Heart’s not cold — it just grew a gun
She don’t love — she leans and runs
Leaves you bleeding... asking what you’ve become

Tongue split truth...
One kiss — undo.
She smiles slow —
And says she knew.

And says she knew..... 

She fucking knew....

Reptile Tongue

Tell ‘em I died a couple streams ago,
Came back in 4K—glitchin’ tho.
(Warp me gently through the screen,
Make a god from dopamine.)

Paper halo, don’t fall off
Heaven sent with a fake cough
I pray in likes and credit scores
God left but I found the source
paper crown, plastic throne,
DM’d fate on a prepaid phone

My reflection doin’ fraud again
Mouth movin’ but it’s all pretend
She said “Be real" I hit refresh
Typed out pain like a stolen sketch

I’m a god with a broken login
Lost love in my two-factor coffin
They cheer loud but they never stay
I build faith out of résumé

Oh...

Oh...

Paper halo, don’t fall off
Heaven sent with a fake cough
I pray in likes and credit scores
God left but I found the source

Paper halo, don’t fall off
Heaven sent with a fake cough
I pray in likes and credit scores
God left but I found the source

Oh...

Ooh oh....

I wore fame like a jacket off-rack
Didn’t fit right, but I looked like that
Comments scroll like rosaries
I confess through emojis, please

Rented thoughts on a looped beat
No soul, just curated heat
But still they stream my disrepair
A holy mess with dyed pink hair

Oohhh, fake wings... still fly / Still lie / Still cry in disguise / Ooooh.....

Paper halo, don’t fall off
If I glitch—don’t pause the song
I pray in likes and repost lore
Just another saint in a corner store

Fold me up when you lose interest
Burn my brand like it’s incense
Keep my crown, it’s paper thin
Wear it loud ‘til it caves in...

Paper Halo

Yeah…
She don’t answer.
She just leaves the room louder than she found it.

Echo lips, say it, vanish
Moves in waves like static damage
Every goodbye sounds rehearsed
Every look like a subtle curse

Left her gloss on my glass rim
Now it’s lipstick ghosts where the light’s dim
Speaks soft, but her silence sharper
Than anything I’ve heard since the last departure

She spins me like late-night radio
Soft hums, but the tension heavy though
Choke on words I’ll never send
She reads my pulse like a message I bend

I called her bluff, she called my soul
No ring, no tone, just black hole scrolls
Her name’s still etched in my passcode log
And I still breathe her in when I miss the fog

She’s the glitch in my clean cut vibe
The late reply in a neon lie
Fingertips cold like she types with ice
But the burn she leaves? Man, it hit precise

I said “stay”—she said “define it”
Told her “forever”—she redefined it
Now my nights repeat like a chorus gone rogue
Trying to find peace in the echo she stole

Echo lips... still ringing
In the space where the message stops singing
No closure, no reverb fade
Just a memory framed in a voice that stayed

Echo Lips

Yeah…
Soft touch, sharp edge
It’s like that

Velvet switchblade under the coat
Kiss so sweet, make you miss the throat
Eyes like lies, voice like smoke
If you fall too deep, you might not float

Silk tongue, venom in the lining
She don’t talk—she signs like she’s signing
Woke up cuffed in a chair of gold
Said “love hurts” and I felt that cold
Red light mood, perfume like fear
She close range, but the blade unclear
Talk slick, your luck might bend
She cut ties with a wink—no end

Don’t chase her, she’s already near
Moves like a ghost in designer gear
Whispers sharp, got the room on mute
Last dude ran, but he lost his suit

Heartbeat sync to a trap hi-hat
Dark red lips where the truth stay at
Not a threat—she’s a plot twist told
Velvet switchblade, touch ice cold

She don't scream—she watches
She don't cry—she profits
She don’t miss—she marks it
And you’re already in the carpet

Velvet switchblade under the coat
Kiss so sweet, make you miss the throat
Eyes like lies, voice like smoke
If you fall too deep, you might not float

Cut clean…
Stay sweet.

Velvet Switchblade

Ashtray full. Head empty.
One last drag from the version of me I didn’t choose.

I left myself on read
Somewhere in that thread
Where I said I’d try
But never said when

The glass tongue cracked,
Words leaked like steam
Dreamed in grayscale
Woke in a meme

She whispered, “You ain’t broken—just abstract,”
I laughed like a vinyl scratch
That’s the truth—
A bit warped, but still loops

Fade me out like smoke in reverse
Leave my name in lowercase curse
If you miss me,
Just rewind the hurt

Blue smoke exit.
No applause. No alert.

Blue Smoke Exit

Click-clack—flash like a Kodak
Caught my wins, never need a throwback
Ice in the veins like a soda cap
Say my name, get a no-look clap

Click-clack—flash like a Kodak
Caught my wins, never need a throwback
Ice in the veins like a soda cap
Say my name, get a no-look clap

Speed in the blood, no brakes in the soul
Pulled from the dirt, now I’m takin' control
Talk slick, get clipped like a promo roll
Got 'em glitchin’ like they stuck in a console codeYeah, lights flash when I’m on that run
One take, no edits—I already won
Too fast, you lag like dial-up days
Still talkin' like you hard with your anime phase

Click-clack—flash like a Kodak
Caught my wins, never need a throwback
Ice in the veins like a soda cap
Say my name, get a no-look clap

Midnight drift in a midnight black
Wheels too loud, can’t cover that track
Mind on blitz, heart cold like facts
Don’t do peace—I just mismatch stacks
Got game like a cheat code drop
Bars so sharp, make a TikTok stop
Too raw, can’t filter the flame
They play dress-up, I play the game

Click-clack—flash like a Kodak
Caught my wins, never need a throwback
Ice in the veins like a soda cap
Say my name, get a no-look clap

Click Clack Kodak

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