“My Time” is the 6-song EP from rising rapper KEL, a raw and introspective journey through the highs of ambition and the lows of love lost. Blending melodic hooks with sharp lyricism, KEL paints a vivid portrait of a young artist grinding his way to the top while carrying the weight of heartbreak on his back.

From the confidence of tracks like "come thru" and "my time", where KEL speaks on late nights, locked-in focus, and proving doubters wrong — to the emotional unraveling of "Used To Be" and "ice", where past love still echoes in his success — My Time captures the complex duality of blowing up while breaking down.

My Time

Preview

Yung Milly - Waiting for Love

It feel like the Reaper getting close to put his hand on me....

All Gone (Prod. StreaKy)

Darius King Feat. Big YBA - Dess Dior

Resilience

my name is ryson, i make music because i love to mix vocals but i havnt found anyone whos voice is good enough to mix XD. if you like then drop me a follow!

i release music very frequently

pr3tty face

don't go

im fine

come thru

used to be

(Intro)
The silence in this house, Dad, it's a living thing, heavy and cold. Every quiet corner whispers your name, a story left untold. I reach for the phone, a phantom limb, to share some silly news, or just to hear your voice, chasing away these twilight blues. Because the last time I saw you, it was just... an ordinary day. No final words, no lingering glance, you just slipped away. And now this empty space screams louder than any shout, this burning question clawing, a wound I can't live without.

(Verse 1)
The world keeps turning, Dad, but my own compass is completely shot. Every sunrise brings a new day, but it's just another memory that I haven't got. I hear a song on the radio, or see a tool that reminds me of your hand, and for a split second, I forget you're gone, lost in this empty, silent land. Because the last words we shared, they were just everyday, light. Nothing special, no grand farewell, just a fade into the night. And now this ache in my chest, it's a constant, burning plea—for just one more moment, one last chance, to truly say goodbye to thee.

(Chorus)
And oh, the silence now, it's deafening and deep,
A hollow where your wisdom used to softly sleep.
Every step I take, a lesson learned from you,
But Dad, who teaches me to live with missing you?
You taught me how to stand, how to fight, how to fall,
But never how to mend a heart that’s lost its all.
And the cruelest truth, the one that cuts me through:
I never got to say goodbye to you.
(WHY?) (WHY?) (WHY?) 
(DIDNT'T I GET TO SAY GOODBYE!!!)
(OH WHY?) (OH WHY?) (WHY DID I NEVER GET TO SAY GOODBYE?!!)

(Verse 2)
I still reach for the phone, a phantom limb, to share some silly news. Then the cold realization hits, shattering the moment, leaving me bruised. All those little things, the fixes and the lectures, the knowing nods, the quiet pride—they're just memories now, echoing in the space you left so wide. I see your face in my own reflection sometimes, a startling mirror of traits I now possess, the strength you instilled, the kindness you showed, a bitter comfort in this emptiness. But it's not the same without hearing your voice, just one more time. It's a silent plea that haunts me, a constant, nagging chime.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
They say time heals all wounds, that grief will soften into grace, but every milestone reached, every hurdle cleared, feels emptier without your face. I carry your lessons, Dad, like precious stones within my soul, a heavy, beautiful weight that makes me feel both broken and whole. The world keeps spinning, oblivious to the void you left behind, but every sunrise reminds me of the guidance I no longer find, and the words I never got the chance to say.

(Chorus)

(Verse 4)
I try to pass it on, the wisdom you bestowed, to children who will never truly know the man who greatly sowed. I see your light in them sometimes, a flicker in their curious eyes, and a wave of bittersweet longing rises, a silent, heartfelt cry. Because even though I teach them all you gave to me, there's a part of this story, Dad, they'll never truly see. The way your hand felt, strong and warm, a comfort and a steady guide, the endless well of knowledge that you held so deep inside, and the goodbye I never got to make, burning there, deep in my side.

(Outro)
There's a hollowness inside me, Dad, where those last words should have been. A constant echo of what wasn't, a silent, cutting din. I trace the lines of memory, but they always lead to that day, when you vanished without a warning, and I couldn't make you stay. And though the world keeps turning, its colors muted, dull and gray, I'm forever stuck in that moment, where I never got to say goodbye. This is my ending, too, a life shadowed by that single, agonizing why.

don't go

KEL

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