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glitterandmoondustofficial · 23 days

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Side To Side

Chapter 249: The Breath Before The Plunge

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Characters: Ruby, Law Rating: Teen Warnings: Language Notes: 🫣 Anyway life has been, um, turned upside down for me. I’ve been dealing with new pets, the death of a pet and the grief from it, and depression from the economy and worrying about money. It was hard to write Side To Side because it’s sad right now 🤣. But don’t worry now that we’re actually getting to the chapters where Law is on Dressrosa the chapters will more than likely happen on a better schedule. Thank you to everyone who is still reading this. I really appreciate it.

Ruby groaned as she woke. The sun shone brightly through the window and onto her face. She had a splitting headache and felt nauseous.

“Fuck,” she hissed out and curled into the fetal position. “What in the goddamn,” she groaned.

At least she had the day off.

It was a national holiday that day. One of the most important holidays in fact. Maria had excitedly told her about the day and the all day celebration. Food! Drinks! Music! Dancing! It was a day for fun and joy!

Ruby almost gagged at the idea of celebrating that. It was absolutely Law’s influence. It was his irritated frown and the crease in his brow when he was pissed. She couldn’t help but leech his annoyance off of him despite him being hundreds of miles away.

But she also hated them. She hated what they had done to Law and she hated that such a union was celebrated.

The wedding anniversary of King Doflamingo and Queen Lucia.

How utterly disgusting.

Ruby knew that her and Law’s relationship wasn’t perfect or amazing or sweet or…well anything particularly normal, but! their relationship was definitely better than Doflamingo’s. Absolutely. Completely.

Yeah.

Ruby literally rolled out of bed. She laid on the shitty carpet, her cheek pressed onto the floor. She let out a very loud groan, one that Law would definitely express his annoyance at. She could practically hear his scoff and beration.

Act like an adult. She could hear him say.

She huffed, getting annoyed at him for being annoyed at her in this fake scenario where he was with her in that moment instead of on Punk Hazard doing god knows what with that Caesar Clown.

She wouldn’t know of course. She hasn’t spoken to him in over a month.

A whole goddamn month.

Not a sentence or word or even a strained breath as she tried not to cry.

Nope. Nothing.

Because they needed to be “safe”. They needed to be “quiet”. They needed to be “discreet”.

Which was, of course, the correct path. Law was right. She hated admitting to him that he was right. The smug bastard and his ego that she unfortunately found quite hot and attractive and she definitely wanted to kiss his stupid lips.

“UUUUGHHHHHH,” she let out an incredibly loud groan and slammed her hands on the cheap carpet that smelled of cigarettes. “I’m so annoyed at him!”

She had moved on from severe depression to absolute fury.

Anger at Doflamingo. Anger at Corazón. Anger at Law. Anger at herself. Why in all of the layers of hell did she decide to do this? To leave her nakama and safety? To come to this damn island that was so happy and joyous and thrilling. Where the people were so kind as long as you didn't cheat on them.

And sure the toys were creepy but…she supposed they weren’t so bad.

And it was nice and sunny most of the time. Wonderful weather, actually. Maria had dragged her to many outdoor parties and to clubs that had a dance floor on roofs. Ruby usually felt so guilty about going to these things when she needed to be laying low that she barely had fun.

When had she become such a drag? She would have lived for this type of island in her early twenties. She would have partied all night, drank all night, probably found some random person and slept with them for a portion of the night!

Oh, she was so angry. So, so angry.

She didn’t want this island destroyed. She wanted Law to drop this whole scheme and leave this island alone. These people didn’t deserve this island destroyed because Doflamingo was an awful, terrible, shitty person.

If he would just see what she saw, if he would just feel what she felt, he would understand. He couldn’t be so wrapped up in his revenge that he would hurt…

Oh, fuck her, of course he would hurt people. He was a pirate and not a good person. His epithet was The Surgeon of Death.

And it’s not that she was an angel either. She’s hurt people. She’s killed people. But…

She’s changed! The Heart Pirates changed her. Her wonderful crew, who were full of somewhat kind people! Right?

Well, no, that’s not true is it?

They were pirates.

They hurt people.

They weren’t just having fun on the sea, were they? Sure they weren’t raping and pillaging, but, damn, they weren’t really great people. Goofy? Funny? Having fun? Sure!

But, no, they were pirates.

Had Ruby grown tired of pirating? Had she began to resent the sea, her home? She loved Law, she loved her crew, but she was tired.

She placed her palms on the ground and lifted herself up. She sat cross legged on the ground, her bare back cracking as she leaned forward. She sat down, in her grey sweat shorts, and sighed.

“Guess I’ll take something for the headache and eat breakfast,” she mumbled like she had a hangover despite not having one.

She stood up and started to get ready for the day. She threw on a camisole and slipped on fuzzy slippers. She threw her long hair up in a bun and then brushed her teeth in her tiny bathroom.

She had finished her yogurt and was sipping her fucking terrible coffee when she heard a loud cheer from outside. She walked to the window and stared out of it.

There was a parade.

Floats, balloons, clowns, dancers, confetti, food. It was so very bright and joyful. And fun, she supposed. Not for her, of course. She was bitter and hated Doflamingo and Lucia. They were terrible, evil people.

She sighed and started to walk away from the window when the largest float caught her eye. Her breath hitched and she hid behind the curtain.

“Shit,” she hissed. “What a fucking dumbass move, Ruby.”

Of course Doflamingo would be on the float celebrating him. She peered through the curtain and saw the obnoxiously pink feather coat. Her heart sped up and her stomach clenched in anxiety. If he saw her…

She looked over the float and blinked when she saw a tall woman in an elegant dress. Ruby did her best to get a clearer view of her without showing herself.

That was Lucia.

She was tan. She had long black hair. She was very tall. Not as tall as Doflamingo but still quite tall.

She looked quiet and serene. Like the celebration meant nothing to her. Ruby wondered if it was because she didn’t want to be around the citizens, not enjoying being around those beneath her station. Royalty tended to be like that.

But she was quite beautiful. At least from what Ruby could see.

Then again Ruby’s boyfriend was also tall, tan, and had black hair. Ruby wondered what Lucia’s eye color was but wouldn’t dare leave her flat to find out.

She huffed and closed the curtain. She was no longer interested in seeing a celebratory parade and had definitely cut it too close by watching what little she had.

She placed her mug in the sink and filled it with water. She let out a long sigh before placing her hands on her hips. Once the parade was over she would…what would she do?

Perhaps she would go to a restaurant. She knew there was no way she could grocery shop. It was her fault for being an idiot and not buying groceries before she ran out of food.

There would be plenty of events to keep her busy, a ton of food, but she probably shouldn’t leave the flat. If the Family was out today, then she could be caught. She was sure that they would recognize her. If she had been just some random pirate then they wouldn’t have cared, but she was a pirate on Law’s crew.

She was a pirate on Law’s crew, who had a bounty, and who also destroyed a slave trade that Doflamingo had owned. She also killed Knotely but she doubted Doflamingo cared about him.

At best, Ruby was an annoyance. At worst, and this one was probably closest to the truth, she was a weakness for Law and would be used against him.

She sighed and walked to the bed and collapsed on it. She would stay in and read the new romance books she bought the other day. She would make a cheap meal with the rest of the rice and some seasoning that she had. She would stay safe, she would stay hidden, and she would stay quiet.

Ruby sat on the bed as she reached the end of her second novel. The sun was setting in the distance, turning the sky all sorts of pretty colors. The celebration was still going strong. Cheers and music and happy people.

She sighed and closed the book. She laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

“This sucks,” she said. “Really fucking sucks.” She laid on her side and looked out of the window. “Maybe I’ll just fall asleep. I have some sedatives left.” She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bag of pills when there was a knock on the door.

Her skin pricked in fright as she stared at the bag of pills. Who was at her door? Was it Doflamingo? Was it Maria? Did Law somehow make it Dressrosa and completely ignored the plan they had set up for their meeting!

Ruby got out of bed, her heart racing. She walked to the door, her hands shaking as she looked out the peephole. She immediately relaxed.

She opened the door and smiled at her neighbor.

“Julia,” she greeted. “How can I help you?”

“Ah!” The very small older woman grinned. “I came by to give you this!” She shoved a paper plate covered in foil into Ruby’s hands. “I know how hard it is to enjoy celebrations when you’re grieving. I thought that since you may not want to enjoy the parties today that I might bring you something to have a…private celebration.”

“Oh,” Ruby said, her throat squeezing as she tried not to cry. “Thank you. This is…this is very kind of you,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” she said and turned. “Have a great rest of your evening.”

Ruby closed the door and breathed. She smelled the garlic in the dish and her mouth watered. Rice really wasn’t enough to sustain her. She stood at the counter eating her chicken with such energy that she was certain that Julia had put some sort of magic in it.

After she finished the food she took a shower. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, brushed her hair. She laid on the bed in her grey shorts, stretching her arms and breathing.

She laid back onto the pillows and closed her eyes. The food that she was giving had settled into her stomach and she felt good enough that she would fall asleep.

And she almost had.

She had begun to drift off when her den den mushi rang. She blinked open her eyes and stared at it.

“Why is he calling?” She muttered.

She reached for the snail on her nightstand and took in a breath.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Ruby,” Law’s hushed voice said. “Are you alone?”

Ruby swallowed. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Are you?”

“…somewhat.”

Her brows scrunched together and she stared at the snail. “What does that mean?”

“I left Punk Hazard,” he said and took in a shaky breath. Ruby knew that breath.

“Why are you hurt?” She asked.

“That’s not important,” he said. “I’m on my way to Dressrosa,” he said. “With…allies.”

“Allies?” She questioned. “Who?”

Law was silent for a moment. “The Straw Hats.”

“The who?!” Ruby shot out of bed.

“Pipe down,” he hissed. “It’s a long story,” he sighed. “One that I’m too tired to go into right now,” he huffed and then a small hiss came from his mouth in pain.

“Law,” she said softly. “You’re in pain.”

“I’ll be fine,” he croaked. “I can handle this.” He sighed. “I’ll be there in about three days, according to Nami-ya,” he said. “I’ll meet you at the port we discussed.”

“Okay,” she said, her heart leaping out of her chest. “I-I…I missed your voice,” she admitted. “I missed you.”

He sighed. He didn’t respond for some silent moments. “I missed you, too,” he whispered. “I won’t speak to you again until I’m there. So continue to lay low until I do.”

“I will,” she said with a nod. “Get some sleep, Law, you sound like you need it.”

“I do,” he said with a half chuckle. “Ruby,” he breathed. “I love you. I hope you understand that. I love you more than…” he trailed off. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ll be there soon. Good night.”

He hung up.

Ruby stared at the snail and heard the dial tone through the speaker. She swallowed and let out a breath.

“I love you, too.”

#Op fanfic #one piece #lawxoc #law x oc #Trafalgar law #Don’t look at me #Sela Ruby #Ruby Sela #side to side #I know it’s been since February but um im very sad and side to side is sad so #Luuuuuciaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!

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airasilver · 6 months

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Opinion: Here’s who should have won Time’s ‘Person of the Year’

Updated 10:07 AM EST December 8, 2023

Editor’s Note: Holly Thomas is a writer and editor based in London. She is morning editor at Katie Couric Media. She tweets @HolstaT. The opinions expressed in this commentary are solely those of the author. View more opinion on CNN.

Taylor Swift is Time’s 2023 “Person of the Year,” and apparently, I’m the only millennial woman on Earth who doesn’t feel seen.

OK, that’s an exaggeration. But since the announcement, it’s felt like a specific corner of Spotify Wrapped got bitten by a radioactive spider and attained superhuman powers.

I’m happy for her, I guess. I’ve nothing against a seemingly pleasant person having a lovely time, and there’s no denying she’s had a stellar year. As Time’s feature details, Swift’s now made more No. 1 albums than any other woman in history, has world leaders begging her to tour their nations and has reportedly become a billionaire. “Swift is the rare person who is both the writer and hero of her own story,” says Time. That’s great. I just don’t find that story especially compelling.

Ugh, I feel so mean. I’m well aware this will upset people, and I’d never want to rob anyone else of their joy. We’ve all had conversations with people who simply don’t “get” the music or TV we’re into. Typically, my response to such complaints is, “That’s OK, it wasn’t made for you.” But part of what’s making me so squirmy is the sense that Swift, and the stories she tells through her music, are basically aimed at me. If you lined me up alongside everyone I know who’s currently rhapsodizing over her success, I’d be indistinguishable. But I’m not biting. That’s not because I think there’s anything wrong with her. If anything, my choice for Time “Person of the Year” would be more problematic.

Historically, the title’s recipient has often been a provocateur. The idea isn’t necessarily that the “best” person wins — though that’s certainly been the case at times — it’s that the person who’s had the most influence, for “good or ill” over the previous 12 months, is recognized. Previous winners have included Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin, Greta Thunberg, Martin Luther King Jr. and Elon Musk. This year’s shortlist included the Hollywood strikers, Chinese President Xi Jinping, Barbie, Federal Reserve Chair Jerome Powell, Russian President Vladimir Putin, the Trump prosecutors, King Charles III and OpenAI CEO Sam Altman. Time ultimately named Altman CEO of the year. I think he should have taken the top title.

In case he hasn’t yet crossed your radar, Altman is the 38-year-old chief executive of OpenAI, the tech startup responsible for creating ChatGPT. ChatGPT is a revolutionary generative artificial intelligence chatbot that was launched in November 2022. It’s since astounded observers by passing exams at law and business schools, writing effective job applications and computer code and composing part of a political speech for Israel’s president.

The implications of that tech alone are both miraculous and terrifying, particularly given the potential for disinformation campaigns to influence the presidential election in 2024. Many companies besides OpenAI are vying for a bite of the lucrative AI market, competing to develop newer, evermore sophisticated systems. Though the Biden administration recently introduced legislation to regulate the exploding industry, the pace of development is so rapid that it’s often difficult for governments to keep up.

The mysteriousness and speed of the AI race were evidenced in November, when, less than a year after ChatGPT’s launch, Altman was fired suddenly by his company’s board. Just days later, Microsoft, OpenAI’s biggest stakeholder, announced it was hiring Altman to head up a new AI team. This prompted a mass revolt among OpenAI’s staff, almost all of whom threatened to quit unless Altman was rehired. Within days, he was, and the board that’d fired him was replaced.

The circumstances around both Altman’s dismissal and rehiring were remarkably murky. In their statement announcing his sacking, the original board accused Altman of “being not consistently candid in his communications,” but didn’t elaborate on what that meant. Even more worrying, Altman’s return and the restructuring of OpenAI have been characterized as a victory for AI “accelerationists” — those who believe that the tech should be developed as fast as possible, unconstrained by safety concerns. The episode proved that Altman wasn’t just capable of spearheading potentially the most significant invention of the 21st century so far. He was able to upend the ecosystem that created it within days.

This, I think, is what’s lacking in Swift as Time “Person of the Year.” Her predominance in the entertainment industry is undeniable, but her story is essentially one of becoming mega-successful within an existing framework. As she told Time, we live in a patriarchal society fueled by money, so “feminine ideas becoming lucrative means that more female art will get made.” It’s not a million miles from, “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”

The impression that no one’s anticipating any controversy from Swift anytime soon was reinforced in November when Gannett, America’s biggest newspaper chain, hired the first-ever Swift correspondent. The journalist in question, 35-year-old Bryan West, is a self-avowed fan. Odd though some might find it to hire someone with such an obvious bias, West has argued that it’s no different than “being a sports journalist who’s a fan of the home team.” Whether you agree with that comparison or not, it’s undeniably in his professional interests for Swift to remain popular and relevant — and it seems unlikely that the appetite for stories about her will wane anytime soon.

This is why Altman, not Swift, ought to have been Time’s “Person of the Year.” His impact on the world could be exponentially more consequential, but not nearly enough people are aware of him or the implications of his technology. Every move Swift makes, however incidental, is the subject of feverish intrigue and speculation. Over in San Francisco, Altman is making moves that could change the fate of the world. And until a month ago, most of us were unaware he even existed.

I don’t know about Sam Altman but I agree, it shouldn’t have been Taylor. She’s just a musician who is everywhere and in everything.

At least I’ve seen good and bad on the AI front. Good and bad from Hollywood and etc. Taylor? Just everyone praising her? For what? Her singing? Her tours? (Where people died but while they bitched at males for things out of their control, Taylor is praised for it….doesn’t make sense to me.) Her making us spend money we then complain about?

She’s not that good of a singer. I don’t like her anymore. She’s the same as any other singer out there.

#time #taylor swift #anti taylor swift #opinion #unpopular opinion

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eretzyisrael · 11 months

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Certainly they have reason to be proud of their race, which, despite the heavenly malediction and the hate of Christendom, has now taken possession of so much of the goods of this world without striking a blow in battle, or sustaining the burdens of national life. In music, in money-making, in politics they play a great part. A Jew owns the purest vintages, the best cigars, and some of the finest horses in the world, not to speak of paintings, statuary, jewels, and china, and as the civilization of the world advances so does the Jew come to the front, not of the combat, but of the gleaners who gather the fruits of victory. In Vienna there are more Jews than crossed the Jordan with Joshua to smite the tribes of Canaan. In the Austrian Empire there are as many Jews as there were in Judea in the time of Titus—far more than there were in the captivity.

While the reporter is bending over backwards to praise Jews, his praise is indistinguishable from the slanders of the antisemites. The Jews are parasites who do not directly contribute to society; they are opportunistic money makers, they control the news media and tilt reporting to be favorable and profitable to them, they all have the same opinions and act as a bloc for their own welfare. They are rich, and their influence is only growing.

Notably, Baron Paul Reuter was born Jewish and converted to Christianity. In this article, he is still "of Israel" and considered a Jew with the same opinions as all other Jews.

This section on Jews was reproduced in a number of other newspapers in the following weeks as stand-alone articles.

This essay was written six years before Wilhelm Marr - who coined the term "anti-semite" - wrote his first antisemitic publication, The Victory of Judaism over Germandom. Amazingly (or not,) Marr's essay not only echoes the same themes as the NYT in 1873, but which also claims seeming admiration for the Jews:

Without a shred of irony, I publicly proclaim the world-historical triumph of Jewry, the news of a lost battle, the victory of the enemy without a single excuse for the stricken army. I should like to believe that such candor deserves something better than the zealous Jewish accents of the newspapers. It is no ostentatious prophecy but a deeply felt conviction when I say that no more than four generations shall pass before the Jews usurp absolutely every office of state, including the very highest.

#jews #new york times #wilhelm marr

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Dawn Remembers Relationship With HyunA “Fondly,” Explores Sacrifice on New Song “Dear My Light”

“There are some situations where letting go also helps people shine, though,” he tells Teen Vogue.

BY ABBY WEBSTER

Kim Hyojong, known by his stage name Dawn, is done with the spectacle. In the music video for his confessional new single “Dear My Light,” wisps of smoke efface the K-pop star, and a media circus confronts his anonymous silhouette. It’s a powerful statement from an artist whose private life has been broadcast everywhere online for the past year.

That’s not to say his songwriting isn’t personal. He’s just being intentional with how it’s packaged. “Even if there’s something I want to hide in my life,” Dawn says over a video call, “whether I share it or not is up to the music.” Form is everything to him, and the acoustic “Dear My Light” is first and foremost a letter. The subject remains nameless, though its addressee would be immediately obvious to even a casual K-pop listener.

In 2018, soloist HyunA revealed that she and Dawn had been secretly dating, contradicting a statement from their company. At the time, he was just beginning to break through with his group Pentagon, while she had been making a name for herself in the industry for nearly a decade. The move got them kicked from Cube Entertainment, though they were signed by P Nation, Psy’s label, shortly after. In the following years, fans honed in on the underdog romance. For better or for worse, HyunA and Dawn became inextricably tied in the public’s mind.

Last year, when the couple quietly let their P Nation contracts expire, few predicted what would happen next. “We broke up,” a post to HyunA’s Instagram read. “We decided to remain good friends and co-workers from now on. Thank you always for your support and care.”

Now, at his new creative home AT AREA, Dawn is ready to start fresh — but “Dear My Light,” his reentry into the K-pop scene, isn’t tinged with regret as you might expect. It’s defined by its gratitude and grace. Ahead of its release on April 13, Dawn spoke to Teen Vogue about stepping into the spotlight alone and being understood by the ones who matter most.

Teen Vogue: “Dear My Light” is your most personal, raw single to date. What made it feel like this was the right next step for you?

Dawn: Well, it is what I’m experiencing right now. I just so happened to also meet and find a new family in AT AREA. In our conversations, the idea of wanting to put sincerity in music came up often, which is how this single came to be.

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Teen Vogue: How would you describe the message of the song, in your own words?

Dawn: I think every person, no matter how bright they are, has a dark side. I am like this, too. There are times when the darkness becomes darker. This happened to me, but then, during that time, I met someone who was a great light in my life. This person was able to make my darkness become light again. It’s these sorts of experiences and feelings that allowed me to make this song. As I was writing it, I felt as if I was writing a letter to this person.

Obviously, what I experienced was a breakup. But this person was such a light to me that even now I remember them and our moments together fondly. These memories could become faint and disappear altogether later on, but I believe the traces of the person will always remain.

Teen Vogue: Writing a letter to someone can be very cathartic, even if there’s the possibility they might not read it.

Dawn: I think of it like this: This person was a light for me, but I was also a light for them. If this person is the person that I know them to be, then they will definitely read this letter and correctly understand what I tried to say.

Teen Vogue: There’s a lyric: “Even if I have to let go a lot of me for you to shine / I’m fine.” Have you felt that way in your career as an idol, that you’ve had to let go of a part of yourself?

Dawn: In Korea, there is a negative perception towards idols dating. This does influence the situation. But both me and the person I dated, in my mind, were people who shined more if we were honest [with the public about our relationship]. There are some situations where letting go also helps people shine, though.

Love is between two individual people. There always has to be a certain amount of consideration and sacrifice from one person to the other. But rather than sacrifice, I like to think of it as care and consideration. In any relationship, care for the other is necessary.

Teen Vogue: It’s fitting that you bring up your life as an artist and your life as a part of this relationship, because those are two things that became very publicly entangled. How have you been unraveling those threads?

Dawn: The events overlapped with each other. I left my old company on good terms, but I left because I wanted to do something new. At the time, I wasn’t sure what that was. I wasn’t prepared. At the same time, the person that I loved most said they needed some time alone, so we were apart from each other.

It was a hard time in my life, but now I see that hardship was what helped me clearly determine what path I needed to follow. I’m going to continue to think back on that time and follow this path as I move forward.

Now, in my new company, I’ve figured out what type of music I want to do, the things that I have to do, and the stories I have to tell. I also figured out what I want to tell my fans who love me. As difficult as that time was, it was also eye-opening. I plan to continue to work through it with my company in order to find a variety of things that I can offer beyond just music.

Teen Vogue: With you moving to AT AREA, are we going to be seeing more hip-hop and R&B influence in your music?

Dawn: Not necessarily. Rather than dividing it into genres like hip-hop, R&B, dance, or EDM, I think K-pop has its own specific appeal. As it continues to influence and be influenced by music across the world, K-pop continues to develop. Rather than saying I’ll do R&B or hip-hop, I think it’s better to say that I will continue to do K-pop.

Teen Vogue: In the past, you’ve described “Dawndididawn” as an introduction to who you were as a soloist, at that time. Given your life and label changes in the past year, would you say this is a *re*introduction?

Dawn: I don’t really consider it a redo. No matter how much I would want to redo something, the Internet already has all the things I have done. [Laughs] They’re not going away.

But also, I don’t want to redo anything. It’s a path I’ve already walked and I don’t see it as bad. I like what I have done. And there were fans who liked that me but have stayed with me, so I want to build upon that rather than redo. The only difference is that the person I was then is different than who I am now. But I love both.

Teen Vogue: How do you hope fans will view this new chapter?

Dawn: It’s nice that people know Dawn the artist, the entity that is Dawn, but my real name is Hyojong. I was afraid to let people know me because Dawn the artist is spectacular and strong, but Hyojong is, in my mind, a very plain, sometimes cowardly, and not necessarily impressive person.

I tried to hide Hyojong, but now I want Dawn to be Hyojong and Hyojong to be Dawn. Hyojong is stronger and continues to become stronger. And I personally find that impressive.

#dawn #hyojong #230413 #e: dear my light #s: interview #Teen Vogue

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4 7 AND 17!!!! -kai

HI KAI my beloved thank youuuu <3

4. Do you prefer writing multi-chapter or oneshot fanfictions?

oneshots full stop. okay well rolling stop. i love multi-chapters in theory but my god i hate the execution they take SO long to write and i have to keep so much straight and i have to pick CHAPTER TITLES and have you noticed how people are the worst about commenting on multichaps? if you post a oneshot people seem to be more likely to leave you a lovely comment with all their thoughts. post a multichapter and people won't comment 'til it's over or just leave a one-line comment like "can't wait til there's more!!" and it's like why did i even put in all this work if it was miserable to write and there's no joy in posting HUH. but also i do love when i have like one person i know is reading it and i have a reveal happening at some point or a crazy cliffhanger and i get to see their reaction to it. moth's reactions to the fey au were very fun back in the day. so yeah i'm a oneshot girlie but i keep writing ill-advised multi-chapters and telling myself "this time it will be different" (it is not different the best it gets is subreddits calling your fic "super underrated" which is not actually the compliment people think it is).

7. What’s a trope you love to write?

love to write a good college fic. found family, of course, is a big one. and hurt/comfort is my beloved.

17. Are there any writers and/or stories that you consider an influence?

writers (fic): @/rebelpeas, @/eirianerisdar, meri, laquearia, @/rarilight, @/blusandbirds, aknightley, YouAreInAComaWakeUp writers (other): maggie stiefvater, tamsyn muir, t kira madden, carmen maria machado, my sister, ann patchett, kristen arnett, edgar allen poe, lemony snicket, tolkien (obligatory), shel silverstein, probably wayne thomas batson unfortunately

stories (not book specific): the scorpio races, the secret life of bees, the twistrose key, the polar express (2004), fnaf, the oz books, home alone 2: lost in new york (1992), parallelograms by agrestenoir, pins and needles by mutterandmumble, national treasure (2004), the truman show (1998), the half of it (2020), frances ha (2012), the goose girl by shannon hale, the starcatchers series, the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe, the haunting of hill house (2018), mabel podcast, welcome to night vale podcast, alice isn't dead podcast, the odd life of timothy green (2012), moulin rouge! (2001), the spiderwick chronicles, over the garden wall (2014), the x-files, object 3921.0045.371, catalog entry by wrishwrosh, this one (well, one and a half) christmas musical production the church where i live put on (that i was in fun fact) that involved two characters reuniting after like 30 years that left an unbelievable impact on my 12 y/o brain, mlp:fim, and star trek....to name a few.

i feel like that explains both everything and nothing about my writing.

ask game!!

#answered asks #faebriel

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Tea and Books Asks

The Dreamling Nation server had the bright idea to turn this ask game into a tag game

Anyway, here’s mine! I’ve already answered a few of these and if you sent me an ask, the answer will be here instead. Sorry for the long post and thank you @firemandeanbuck for the tag!!

1. What period of history do you enjoy learning about?

I love learning about the Renaissance (roughly 1300-1700) in Europe, especially how science, religion, and geopolitics all tied together to shape and influence each other. A lot of that has been fueled by my love for Hob, so I wanted to know as much about the time period he would’ve lived in as possible, but I also fell in love with the interplay between Germany, Italy, and the Ottoman Empire during that time period, as well as whatever the fuck the Iberian Peninsula was doing. I’ve just barely started scratching the surface but it’s already so fascinating to me.

2. Who is your favourite fictional character and why?

Has to be Hob, without a doubt. I love his optimism and almost violently positive outlook on life. He’s not a good person, but he’s not a bad person either. He’s just a person, a true representation of humanity, and I find myself relating to him a lot.

3. What do you order at a café?

Something far too sweet and complicated. And probably a muffin or a croissant or something.

4. Libraries, botanical gardens, or art galleries?

All of the above, but I prefer aquariums over all of them

5. Do you have a favourite film soundtrack?

Is it weird if I say Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron? Because Hans Zimmer put his heart soul and bussy into that soundtrack and it’s full of absolute bangers. Also Interstellar and… pretty much everything Hans Zimmer has ever done honestly

6. What does your dream home look like?

Bright, filled with books and plants, with lots of textures and soft things. When I was younger, I had a dream (one that has been revitalized thanks to conversations in the dreamling nation server) of living in an old church, either Episcopalian or Catholic because I love the stained glass and architecture. Also, religious trauma lmao

7. What makes you feel better on gloomy days?

A good book, good music, walking in the woods, talking to friends, generally attempting to bring light back into my life in any way I can. I generally find that the days when I most want to crawl into a dark hole and be left alone are the days when I really need brightness and good company

8. What are your top three films? Books?

Films: The Hunt for Red October, Angels and Demons, and Stardust though I could list at least ten more very easily

Books: I haven’t been able to do a lot of reading lately, so I’m going to fall back on my tried and true favorites: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, The Abhorsen series by Garth Nix, and the Goblin Wood by Hilari Bell

9. Are you an organized person, generally?

My adhd forces me to be, if only as a coping mechanism. I alternate between states of disorganized chaos and meticulous order, usually corresponding to my stress levels and how much I’ve been procrastinating lmao

10. Do you have a favourite classic novel?

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. I read it in middle school and fell in love; it’s the only assigned reading book I’ve ever finished cover to cover.

11. What character archetype or trope is your favourite?

I’m not really sure to be completely honest… I suppose I go in for tortured souls who endure, not despite, but because of. I like characters that have every reason to quit but continue anyway, even if (especially if) they know they’re doomed to fail.

12. Do you prefer baking or cooking?

Baking for sure. I’m a scientist at heart and while baking can be creative, it’s all about following clear instructions that (usually, hopefully) lead to a clear outcome without much variation. That’s the goal anyway

13. Which season do you feel at home in?

Autumn. I love the colors, the crisp air, being able to bundle up but still look nice (unlike winter, when I just look… kinda frumpy and perpetually exhausted). All of my favorite holidays are in the fall, including my birthday (which isn’t a holiday but should be) so it’s just a good time all around.

14. What is your opinion on poetry?

I love poetry. To me, it’s like a puzzle, seemingly so basic and straight-forward on the first reading, but each successive pass reveals new meaning. It fascinates me and I wish I was better at reading, writing, and analyzing it.

15. Do you speak formally when texting and emailing?

Sometimes? It depends more on the context and what device I’m using to write. On my phone, absolutely not, I almost never capitalize anything and grammar is… an afterthought at best. On my ipad and computer, though, I’m in the habit of using proper punctuation and capitalization because I use those devices to write fics.

16. How do you organize your music playlists?

Very haphazardly. Mostly based on vibes (on spotify, I have two folders called “Cool, Calm, and Collected” and “Hot, Violent, and Agitated”) but also by activity (“walking in the woods” and “writing” for example). My spotify is a mess that only I can ever make sense of, which works really well for the most part but can be very frustrating when I’m driving and my friends are trying to navigate my maze of music playlists

17. Who is your favourite author?

I think I’m contractually obligated to say Neil Gaiman…

18. Chai or hot chocolate?

Hot chocolate, all day every day. I have an incurable sweet tooth and hot chocolate is one of my comfort drinks, especially in the face of writer’s block or intense stress. In fact, I’m thinking about making some right now.

19. Do you prefer forests, sea shores, or meadows?

Forests. I love the unique quiet of a forest, a hush that isn’t a hush at all once you really start to listen. I’ve always felt very connected to nature and forests in particular and I could spend all day wandering between trees, listening to the sounds of life all around me.

20. If you were to cultivate a fruit orchard, what would you grow?

Pears. They’re my favorite fruit and I’d want to have them on hand as often as possible. I don’t know the first thing about growing pears (or any fruit, really) so I have no idea how hard it would be or if I’d be any good at it, but I’d definitely try!

I’m tagging @aquilathefighter @ghostboyjules @mathomhouse-e @sonata-ix @wizardofgoodfortune and @tj-dragonblade

Feel free to ignore if you’ve already done it or don’t want to!

#dreamling nation #long post #thanks for the tag!#tea and books ask game #tea and books tag game #this got out of hand #but here’s me oversharing… as usual lmao #about me #personal ish

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Goodnight Sweet Thing

June 03, 2024

Two female wrestlers. One giant ring of Jell-O. One night only. Earlier this month, in celebration of Cristine Brache’s second book of poems, Goodnight Sweet Thing (anonymous Publishing, 2024), the artist took her pages to the stage with co-director Sigrid Lauren in an original theatrical adaptation at 4n studio in Chinatown. Starring Emily Allan, Betsey Brown, and Joshua Weidenmiller with a live score by Ryan Woodhall, the sold-out show carried themes pertinent to Brache’s series of work over the last few years, including America’s Sweetest Dream (NADA, 2023) and her short film titled Carmen (2023), all of which explores the complexity of power dynamics, mortality, and the female psyche.

Words by Vivien Lee

Photos by Alon Sicherman

Robert Greene, the author of The 48 Laws of Power once said that power is an invisible realm that envelopes society, where people continually battle each other though no one is trained to talk about it. Only when you make mistakes do you realize how political people are.

The rules of the game are simple, a referee in a fetish mask (Joshua Weidenmiller) exclaims to the crowd. Please. Don’t. Hurt. Me. Borrowing lines from Brache’s poems, the actors’ fragmented dialogues are a jarring display of cognitive dissonance in a three tableau narrative involving sports, the psyche, and polite society. The opponents, named Nothing Girl and Mary Magdalene, face each other in front of the nation’s flag, topping each other from the bottom, moving in-sync, writhing in a pool of red gelatin. The audience laughs, not knowing what to expect next. In the second scene, Josh plays an analyst examining Betsey in a lounge chair, an element of Jungian and Freudian influence on the night’s inquiries. Among those inquiries, the show’s co-directors probe into America’s obsession with the masking of oneself in order to survive and exist in reality; the juxtaposition of constraint and consequence deeply embedded in our daily roles.

“Sports mirror the facade of contemporary life,” Sigrid describes her and Brache’s vision for the evening, or poetry in motion, as she calls it. “We’re expected to perform, constantly pitted against one another within the capitalist machine under the scrutiny of a faceless judge.” One summary of the show could be more or less a marriage of central ideas revolving around interdependence, the unconscious, and PsychologyToday.com.

The third act ends with a play off of a prom scene, a celebratory tradition rooted in gendered competition and peer judgments. It would make sense that the use of Jell-O also holds origins as a 20th century symbol of another American invention—specifically aspic, molded vessels that once encapsulated long hours of domestic female labor as privileged entertainment. Inspired by the fetish magazine Blushes, Brache’s book cover depicts an AI-generated image of a mannequin-like woman with a man pouring water over her legs, imbued with an idyllic quality aesthetically referencing JCPenney catalogs from the ‘80s and conventional (or otherwise sanitized) notions of beauty.

Victorian era music plays in the background. Nothing Girl pushes Mary forward, who prays on her backside. Why does being sick last so long? She screams. “She’s sick because she’s staring at her reflection,” explains Sigrid. “She’s sick because she is using others, because she has to work too much, or maybe, because the machine is sick."

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April 21

Jeremiah 2:2 I remember the devotion of your youth, how as a bride you loved Me and followed Me through the wilderness.

Philippians 1:20-21 I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death. 21 For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.

Proverbs 18:9 He who is loose {and} slack in his work is brother to him who is a destroyer {and} {he who does not use his endeavors to heal himself is brother to him who commits suicide}.

Psalm 27:4 The one thing I ask of the Lord — the thing I seek most — is to live in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, delighting in the Lord’s perfections and meditating in his Temple.

Philippians 2:15 that you may prove yourselves to be blameless and innocent, children of God above reproach in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you appear as lights in the world,

Deuteronomy 7:9 Know therefore that the Lord your God…keeps His covenant and His lovingkindness to a thousandth generation with those who love Him and keep His commandments.

May you ever be prepared to answer with humility and sincerity any questions about your choices and your dedication to God in a spirit of peace. Joshua 22

May you be very strong and most careful to obey all that God directs you to do in days to come, without turning aside to the right or to the left. You have seen all that the Lord your God has done in times past to the powers which have resisted God's will in your life, and how the Lord fought for you as you walked forward in confident obedience to take your allotted inheritance. He will push the enemy out before you, breaking their influence on those around you. You will take possession of your own nature – in your heart and in your mind – as the Lord your God has promised, while you reject and withstand those powers you once served, and hold fast to the Lord your God. Joshua 23

May you be certain to not associate or ally yourself with the stray impulses that remain in your heart and your mind after you are given the victory over a habit or influence that controlled you, or entertain the thoughts that lead into the snare again, for you may be sure that the Lord your God will then no longer drive out those powers from before you, but give you over to their hand. Joshua 23

May you be very careful to love the Lord your God above all else you hold dear, for the Lord has defeated all your enemies, from the least to the greatest, and no principality will be able to withstand you, therefore you will rout a thousand because the Lord your God fights for you, just as He promised. Joshua 23

May you know with all your heart and soul that not one of all the good promises the Lord your God has given you has failed, but every promise has been fulfilled. Joshua 23

Do you feel yourself small and alone, My child? Do you question how you can accomplish anything for My kingdom with your few and weak resources? Do you feel separated and isolated from the great works and monuments of religion? Do not despair, My little one, but be strong and faithful as My disciple, continuing in the discipline I am teaching you, enduring in the path I set before you, standing firm in the truth I have shown you. Do not shrink back but persist as My true follower who holds fast to what you have of Me, and from Me, so that you will not suffer loss in My appearing. I will make a little one to become a thousand, and the smallest a mighty nation. It will not require majestic architecture or awe-inspiring music or solemn ritual or other elements that touch the soul, for these inspire pride, which engenders rivalry and division. It needs simply you, closeted with Me, knowing that I, your Redeemer, live. It needs only you allowing your heart to seek Me, to know Me in My fullness, to receive all I have for you, to find My heart of service. Though it appears as drudgery, though it takes you where no one observes you, though it is unexceptional in the eyes of those with status in the world, humble yourself to express it to those I bring you to. I am giving you the calm strength of faith to be exceptional in the ordinary things, to be holy in mean streets, to live an ordinary, unobserved, ignored existence as My disciple. As you empty yourself, I will fill you, men will see My glory, and you will be a good and faithful servant, effective in My kingdom.

May you be counted worthy of taking part in the resurrection from the dead and the age to come where you can no longer die since you are a child of God. Luke 20

May you not be like those who enjoy the outward appearance of righteousness, and love the recognition of others, striving for the places of social prestige and public honor, yet acting without mercy toward those without power, and finding no grace to extend to others who do the same as themselves, for such people will be punished most severely. Luke 20

May you disregard the opportunities for an outward show of righteousness to gain the recognition of others, and disdain the options to strive for places of social prestige and public honor. May you, rather, focus instead on searching for those who need mercy and have no power to repay, giving grace to those who struggle in battle as you do, for this reflects the love of the Father as His son. Luke 20

May you learn to acclaim the Lord and walk in the light of His presence, for righteousness and justice are the foundation of His throne and love, with faithfulness, go before Him. Psalm 89

May you rejoice in the name of the Lord all day long and exult in His righteousness for His is your glory and strength, and by His favor you are made strong – indeed, your shield belongs to the Lord, the Holy One of Israel. Psalm 89

May you call out to the Lord, “You are my Father, my God, the Rock my Savior,” for He has bestowed strength of a warrior on you and anointed you with His Spirit, sustaining you with His hand, strengthening you with His arm, allowing no enemy to subject you to tribute nor any wicked one to oppress you, crushing your foes before you and striking down your adversaries. Psalm 89

#daily #blessings #prayers #scripture

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Cape Verde, a small island nation off the coast of West Africa, is a hidden gem waiting to be discovered. With its stunning beaches, vibrant culture, and welcoming locals, Cape Verde is a destination like no other.

One of the first things that visitors to Cape Verde will notice is the stunning natural beauty of the islands. From the white sandy beaches of Sal to the rugged cliffs of Santo Antao, there is no shortage of breathtaking landscapes to explore. The crystal-clear waters surrounding the islands are perfect for snorkeling, diving, and other water sports, making Cape Verde a paradise for outdoor enthusiasts.

But Cape Verde is more than just a pretty face. The islands are also home to a rich and diverse culture that is a blend of African, European, and Brazilian influences. This unique cultural mix can be seen in everything from the music and dance to the food and language of the islands. Visitors to Cape Verde can immerse themselves in this vibrant culture by attending a traditional music or dance performance, sampling local cuisine, or exploring the colorful markets that dot the islands.

One of the highlights of any trip to Cape Verde is the opportunity to interact with the friendly and welcoming locals. Cape Verdeans are known for their hospitality and warmth, and visitors to the islands are sure to feel right at home. Whether you're chatting with a fisherman on the beach, shopping at a local market, or enjoying a meal at a family-run restaurant, you'll be struck by the genuine kindness and generosity of the people of Cape Verde.

In addition to its natural beauty and vibrant culture, Cape Verde is also a great destination for those looking to relax and unwind. The islands are home to a number of luxurious resorts and spas where visitors can pamper themselves with massages, facials, and other treatments. Whether you're looking to de-stress with a yoga class on the beach or indulge in a day of pampering at a spa, Cape Verde has something for everyone.

But Cape Verde is not without its challenges. One issue that affects many women in Cape Verde is dysmenorrhea, a condition characterized by painful menstrual cramps. Dysmenorrhea can be debilitating, making it difficult for women to go about their daily lives. In Cape Verde, where access to healthcare can be limited, many women suffer in silence, unable to get the help they need to manage their symptoms.

Fortunately, there are ways to treat dysmenorrhea and improve the quality of life for women in Cape Verde. One option is to use over-the-counter pain medications, such as ibuprofen or acetaminophen, to help alleviate the pain. These medications can be effective in reducing the severity of menstrual cramps and allowing women to go about their daily activities.

Another option for managing dysmenorrhea is to use hormonal birth control. Birth control pills can help regulate the menstrual cycle and reduce the severity of cramps. In some cases, women may also benefit from other forms of hormonal birth control, such as the contraceptive patch or the hormonal IUD.

In addition to medication, there are also lifestyle changes that can help women in Cape Verde manage their dysmenorrhea. Regular exercise, a healthy diet, and stress management techniques can all help reduce the severity of menstrual cramps and improve overall well-being. Women in Cape Verde can also benefit from seeking support from healthcare providers, who can offer guidance and advice on managing their symptoms.

While dysmenorrhea can be a challenging condition to live with, it is important for women in Cape Verde to know that they are not alone. By seeking help and exploring treatment options, women can take control of their health and improve their quality of life. With the support of healthcare providers, friends, and family, women in Cape Verde can overcome the challenges of dysmenorrhea and live full, healthy lives.

In conclusion, Cape Verde is a destination like no other, with its stunning natural beauty, vibrant culture, and welcoming locals. While the islands offer a paradise for outdoor enthusiasts and relaxation seekers, they also present challenges for women dealing with dysmenorrhea. By seeking help, exploring treatment options, and making lifestyle changes, women in Cape Verde can manage their symptoms and improve their quality of life. With the support of healthcare providers and loved ones, women in Cape Verde can overcome the challenges of dysmenorrhea and thrive in this beautiful island nation.

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Amid An Uncertain World, What Was The Mood At The Latest London Fashion Week - Skywire

The biannual trade show London Fashion Week (LFW) is typically an exciting showcase for luxury brands’ latest wares. However, many journalists, influencers, buyers and other movers and shakers invited to LFW’s February outing could have reasonably expected it to feel somewhat subdued.

After all, long shadows have been cast over prestige goods purveyors in recent weeks and months. Although the long-awaited end of the COVID-19 pandemic ushered in a flurry of spending on high-end clothes, accessories and jewellery, a recent rise in inflation has decelerated this renaissance.

The Chinese market has long been a reliable source of revenue for many players, but even that once-roaring economy has since started spluttering. Three British houses — Burberry, Mulberry, and Watches of Switzerland — have seen their shares fall by more than 40%.

Nonetheless, if February’s LFW was anything to go by, the industry remains determined to turn a corner — or at least weather the continuing economic storm. As a digital agency in London, we have ascertained a number of eye-opening trends our clients could benefit from pursuing.

Bigger is better

Designers including Edward Crutchley and Eudon Choi were clearly keen to make a statement, showing off coats with comically oversized lapels as well as shoulder pads reminiscent of the ‘80s.

That’s far from the only example of brands evidently attempting to harness nostalgia, as we will further explain a little later. Meanwhile, whether intentionally or not, Holzweiler’s giant puffer jacket definitely exhibited something of a resemblance to the Marshmallow Man of Ghostbusters fame.

Also, it wasn’t just with clothing that design got adventurous. One good case in point was the hefty Labrum London-designed backpack comprising various national flags.

The little flourishes

Yes, we have just drawn attention to the (literally) big stuff — but we can’t overlook the small-and-impactful touches, either. The London-based fashion designer Susan Fang made good use of cascading crystals, while the womenswear label Di Petsa took inspiration from pearls.

However, one trend especially well-represented at LFW was the use of bows, which had already made their way onto homeware towards the end of 2023 and have now popped up in the autumn/winter collections of Richard Quinn, Molly Goddard, and Bora Aksu, among other designers.

A fresh rush of nostalgia

Given the state of the world (let alone the fashion world) right now, it shouldn’t be too surprising that many designers have harked back to earlier times now remembered (rightly or wrongly) with fondness.

The Noughties was a particularly strong theme at Burberry’s show in Victoria Park, where Amy Winehouse music played in the background as models of the era, including Lily Cole and Agyness Deyn, strolled down the catwalk.

In a different take, the up-and-coming, Ukrainian-born womenswear designer Masha Popova paired flowing skirts with Ugg boots for a look straight out of the 2010s.

If your luxury brand is eager to infuse its promotional campaigns with retro vibes in a way that chimes with the target market, our digital agency in London can help. For insights into how, please enquire to us by emailing [email protected].

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The Industry

03/01/2024 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube. “The Industry” is my 71st official release and my 106th track published. This is my biggest and most elaborate release so far. It has more features than tracks. This has been a long time in the making. I had some trouble getting the features through my distributor but distrokid came through for me. The beats and major feature production comes from Anno Domini. The entire project was mixed and mastered by Keyano and the cover art is by Gigzlogo from Fiverr.

I talk about this blog post and other updates in the latest Sunday update here:

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This album is called “The Industry” because it features many artists, big and small, from the music industry while also being about “The industry” as in the economy. I did the best I could with the limited resources I have. I would like to thank Anno Domini for this opportunity and for make this a dream come true and Thank you to all the featured artist.

90% of the CO2 in the atmosphere over the last 10 years came from 3 products, gas, oil and coal. This is who I’m referring to when I say “Big Carbon.” I was gonna just say “big oil” but it’s more than just big oil and saying “carbon” is really focusing on the problem.

The album approaches sociological problems and by the middle I bring in my personal perspective. I firmly believe we have a lot of the problems we do because religion which distorts zealots worldveiw. Thinking being gay is wrong, the earth is only 6 thousand years old, or the rapture is gonna happen really affects how people perceive and affect the world, and since we live in a democracy, political and societal outcomes as well. I believe inaccuracy in thinking comes from the distorted worldview of religion, and in America that means chirstianity. This means it’s fundamental to attack followers reality at it’s core because it is the basis in which they project their actions. I just hope Kurupt isn’t a devote christian or he might be upset.

I do not condone violence peroid, let alone against congress members, although I think they basically deserve it. With that said, I tried showing Mitch McConnell as little respect as possible. You know, I’m human too and between his policies, greed, and lust for power representing an abhorrent party that he has enabled to regress the nation, it’s not hard to hate him, and as an artist I’m just tapping into that very real sentiment. People will cheer when he dies like they will Dick Cheney or how they did Harry Kissenger. The world would be a better place if you off’d yourself Mitch. Not because your death would solve our problems, but because your influence on power needs to end. Honestly, I don’t like Mitt Romney, but I took a different approach and said people should be like him because he’s actually retiring. Listen, I know the replacements might be worse, but they could also be way better. I would be satisfied with a maximum age requirement if we couldn’t get term limits.

This release was going to be 12 tracks long, not 10. I had the hardest time getting this published. I went through CDbaby and it got rejected. I published it without the KRS-One or Gucci Mane feature track. After much deliberation, I have since went through distrokid to publish the “Heavy Hitters” EP which has the Krs, Gucci, and a snoop dogg feature that was supposed to be on the “Westside Connection” album but got rejected by CDbaby as well.

Lyrics:

America in Decline - Cappadonna, ZENRequium

Big Carbon - Kook G Rap, Duce McGuire

Smeagol - Cam’ron

Bomg First - Jadakiss, Soul Stretch

Captalism - Rich G

A Lesson

Honey - Kurupt

The Cold - Planet Asia

Independent - Juvenile

Lace Em Up

America In Decline

Ayo

To all my young brothers that hustle and flip

Get your money be humble

Killer bees everywhere yo we call it the Jungle

Some real nice Cheba

The government control that medical refund

Tattoo on my stomach that's the symbol of death

Yo I'm coming

You only got a little bit of time left

Back out the hood

I be the reclaimer

I punch deceivers in the face and roll on the flame

Hooky player

Survival of your forcedness

The board of education and all of that court shit

I'm from the street first then I went corporate

I'm out in Cali somewhere eating crawfish

I'ma pescatarian my ex-girl whorish

The angel of rap and country like a tourist

Even the terrorists

Know I got the rawness

The whole world ain't nothing but a fake Egypt

With these Devils acting like they tryna lead it (ayo)

I'm bout to leave here on a ship

Niggas turn zombie's they receiving the chip

I'm out here

With my mind on flip

I'm in the zone

Got the garlic in my system

My whole team drop knowledge and wisdom

We drop knowledge and wisdom

America in decline

Can’t afford to find

A house, food, education

Or care for your child

It was all by design

By the oligarchy

You can’t make ends meet

Cuz they rigged the economy

America in decline

Can’t afford to find

A house, food, education

Or care for your child

It was all by design

By the oligarchy

You can’t make ends meet

Cuz they rigged the economy

While you struggle to cop it

And made a deposit

Corporations make record profits

Billionaires are leaving on rockets

And you are left to pay costs kids

Vampires should suck dick

Seamen has more life than blood

They looking at me like

I know what it was

When they changed the rules

Made America loose

By listening to fools

And never replacing them with new

Blood, new faces

America disgraced with

Wretches that won’t have to face

The destruction that all their laws have made

From restructuring to give money to the paid

They’ll be dead and gone

But America will fall

Cuz what they did is wrong

And a selfish con

Guess the Process

Is to stifle all the progress

Feather they’re own nest

And reap all the profits

America in decline

Can’t afford to find

A house, food, education

Or care for your child

It was all by design

By the oligarchy

You can’t make ends meet

Cuz they rigged the economy

America in decline

Can’t afford to find

A house, food, education

Or care for your child

It was all by design

By the oligarchy

You can’t make ends meet

Cuz they rigged the economy

Most of the world living on child support

Instead of talkin’ shit out

They’d rather take it to court

I used to think I was rich man

I realized I’m poor

That’s why I take an opportunity

When it knocks on the door

I drop bombs with psalms

To feed my mind so I’m calm

If you don’t see it or believe it

Let me sound the alarm

And I ain’t running from the problem

Imma face it head on

I used think I was a man

Now I see I was wrong

It was all designed with a higher power in mind

They got money to start wars

Is feeding the poor a crime?

What if we all fortify?

Stand together unified

We could stop all the lies

I promise they’d be petrified

America in decline

We can’t afford the disease

A hundred people have to die so that one lives with ease

America in decline

We can’t afford the disease

A hundred people have to die so that one lives with ease

America in decline

Can’t afford to find

A house, food, education

Or care for your child

It was all by design

By the oligarchy

You can’t make ends meet

Cuz they rigged the economy

America in decline

Can’t afford to find

A house, food, education

Or care for your child

It was all by design

By the oligarchy

You can’t make ends meet

Cuz they rigged the economy

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Big Carbon

(Kook G Rap Lyrics Unknown)

Fuck big carbon, they’re the problem

They bought the news so they control the column

Been licensed, to pollute commons

And stifle innovation, top to bottom

Fuck big carbon, they’re the problem

They bought the news so they control the column

Been licensed, to pollute commons

And stifle innovation, top to bottom

You wanna invest

In income-producing assets

That make you money

That’s steady and passive

You won’t survive long unless you stretch

I still hope for the best but expect regret

I’m talking to the cats that I never met

I wish you peace my friend a bed to rest

Don’t ever let um convince you

Your needs shouldn’t be met

Everything is free

You just need materials and labor

Corporate endorsements

Are when the police protect property

Over the environment

That they pollute silently

So I dissent and live defiantly

While Carbon heating the entirety

Global criminal conduct is how science sees it

The pollution, kills millions a year

While they lobby and interfere

With policy to limit there’s

While they should really be in jail

Fuck big carbon, they’re the problem

They bought the news so they control the column

Been licensed, to pollute commons

And stifle innovation, top to bottom

Fuck big carbon, they’re the problem

They bought the news so they control the column

Been licensed, to pollute commons

And stifle innovation, top to bottom

Now they pretend to be spiritual individuals

Testing us like a physical

Kill us with chemicals

Confiscate our residuals

Poisonous minerals

Force fed by the cynical

Think they school’um

But disregard the principles

Actin invincible

And aint talk’n mic in the mechanics

But all we need is a miracle

But they don’t like it when we’re lyrical

The devil’s being disguised

But we’re conscious they’re identical

But still got the keys to the solution

Cuz that big carbon pollution

Got’um contradicting their constitution

And then COVID cost so much confusion

Then they blinded up with stimulus checks

And called it a contribution?

Just be mindful of your investments

Success ain’t meant to be comfortable

Remain restless

And stay attended to your checklist

Don’t let’um slow you down

Keep use of motion until you’re breathless

Fuck big carbon, they’re the problem

They bought the news so they control the column

Been licensed, to pollute commons

And stifle innovation, top to bottom

Fuck big carbon, they’re the problem

They bought the news so they control the column

Been licensed, to pollute commons

And stifle innovation, top to bottom

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Smeagol

I say see no evil hear no evil

No I can’t compare to people

Take a needle, try a shot

Heroine, I swear it’s lethal!

You’ll be throwin’ up mean lean

Dozzin’ off wake ‘em up

Hurry up tell ‘em that he owe the boss

And he know the cost mob night holocaust

Mob lights flower tossed

Hard white throw us off

Gucci this dress pants Lenox sweater

Yes France

Just glance, wanna fight!?

Here I am let’s dance!

Do-si-do you lookin’ like a lovely ho

One, two bloody nose dripped down on his bloody clothes

Got what you wanted, I make it stick

Ain’t got to be handicap man make a wish

What you want Laker tick’s? Ski slopes, major trips?

Razor to ya neck disrespect I’ll lay ‘em stiff.

Round table round off sound off damn let the pound off!

I’ll show you what is lethal

And Infecting the people

Turning them into Smeagol

Like they Anemic and feeble

Like plastics in your blood

Pathogens in puss

Earthquakes, wildfires

Famine and floods

I’ll show you what is lethal

And Infecting the people

Turning them into Smeagol

Like they Anemic and feeble

Like plastics in your blood

Pathogens in puss

Earthquakes, wildfires

Famine and floods

Like Covid from the lab

Spreading across the map

Killing all your moms and dads

Leavein homeless children sad

Lethal like a chemical spill

Of dioxins that kill

Agent Orange, where’s the source

That left your newly born deformed?

The payment for the rent is tall

While families aren’t at all involved

Take oxycontin when hurt and fall

And end up addicted to Fentynyl

War in the middle-east, Russia and Ukrain

Give us an excuse to sell them weapons and then bang

No healthcare from the burn pits

That cause asthma and the serpent

Lies bout what the purpose is

How they thank you for your service kid

When you Paywall healthcare Inequality kills

But corporations are fulfilled for denying the bill

While they pray in the steeple,

We put money over people

I bet you heard, protect and serve

But they use their guns instead of words

Safety is a fallacy, with rampant police brutality

They show up at the rally scene

Turn to violence and battery

I’ll show you what is lethal

And Infecting the people

Turning them into Smeagol

Like they Anemic and feeble

Like plastics in your blood

Pathogens in puss

Earthquakes, wildfires

Famine and floods

I’ll show you what is lethal

And Infecting the people

Turning them into Smeagol

Like they Anemic and feeble

Like plastics in your blood

Pathogens in puss

Earthquakes, wildfires

Famine and floods

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Bomb First

Three and a half years if they catch you with a gat

All that mean now is that niggas is shootin’ back

War is something I got the taste for

Out on bail bigger gun than the one I got the case for

Never can tell what I might do I ain’t nothing like you

I put my Dutch out on your night boots

Pull my nuts out on yo wife in the mic booth

Then situate with her at the end of the night too

Those were the happy days these the real years

Niggas is brain dead in shit bags and wheelchairs

For the record I don’t give a fuck who ya team is

And you don’t want it with me ‘cause I’m an extremist (Ugh)

Get back, take that, this rap, we blast

What’s a rat to a cat, or a bomb to a gat

An opinion to facts, guessing compared to the math?

This a stick-up, bitch what, give me what you have

Like Pac, we bomb first

We act, while you ponder

We adapt, you dishonor

What you have and leave squandered

I learned to be gangster from congress

Support the enterprise for profit

Lobby money with stock tips

Like the drug money you pocket

The real terrorists are republicans

The gun-toting Smith-n-west’n grins

That come from killing the innocent

And claiming they deserved the shit

You small time, just tryna to survive

But if you get caught you’ll do more time

For selling drugs than a rapist

Makes sense if it’s a racist

System with most of the cases

We make criminals of patients

Yea Marijuana still illegal, although it’s medicine for people

A textile, a food, with no overdose, but claim that it’s lethal

Are you a broke citizen down on your luck

Well find a way to get your money up cuz we don’t give a fuck

Get back, take that, this rap, we blast

What’s a rat to a cat, or a bomb to a gat

An opinion to facts, guessing compared to the math?

This a stick-up, bitch what, give me what you have

Like Pac, we bomb first

We act, while you ponder

We adapt, you dishonor

What you have and leave squandered

I learned to be gangster from congress

Support the enterprise for profit

Lobby money with stock tips

Like the drug money you pocket

Why we try to fake like we don't know our system is wrong?

Its the land of the free?

It's independently owned

I could try to

hold up, let me break it down in a song

I could try to, hold up

If you smart about your taxes

you might not even pay

And it's legal in your business

You can buy them away

Or you donate it to "Charity”

This is not advice

And we just talking

This is therapy

More and more

I feeling like we living in a parody

Only say I worry we ain't aware of the

Effect that we gone have

And Imma say this with sincerity

Every generation getting harder even barely

And even when I think of having kids it start scare me

Get back, take that, this rap, we blast

What’s a rat to a cat, or a bomb to a gat

An opinion to facts, guessing compared to the math?

This a stick-up, bitch what, give me what you have

Like Pac, we bomb first

We act, while you ponder

We adapt, you dishonor

What you have and leave squandered

I learned to be gangster from congress

Support the enterprise for profit

Lobby money with stock tips

Like the drug money you pocket

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Capitalism

Get the elderly out of Congress

How much have the fucks

Already cost us?

Capitalism works

That’s why millennials are poor

Gen Z is even worse

And both parties want the war

Thanks for the carbon

You left for your children

You literally got them coal

And robbed them of a pension

They enacted their vision

But it corrupted the mission

And Boomers left a society of despotism

You know I mean?

Can you feel me?

Let me rip a minute

On these insipid decisions

And intended intention

Of the economic agenda

Trickle down economics

You gotta be fucking kidding me

Kill yourself

If you think it’s answer economically

Capitalists make money off disasters

They got the shock doctrine mastered

And make global warming happen

They’ll buy with no logos

Sell it with girls that are Gogo

Say the love is all Eros

And it’s meant for the pharoes

Cuz it makes fat cash destroying things

Just look at Oprah and Hawaii

Just set up a charity to funnel your money

And get it back in taxes, singing and humming

How it’s so terrible, my property value rose

From a disaster that left the island tattered

Disaster capitalism is on the rise

And makes society more stratified

Your misfortune is by design

Because they like you desptotic when they buy

Global warming is old, all they are is frontin

They make new ways take and plunder

We knew about carbon pollution in the late 1800 hundreds

And big oil is still trying to convince us it’s nothing

Capitalism works

That’s why millennials are poor

Gen Z is even worse

And both parties want the war

Thanks for the carbon

You left for your children

You literally got them coal

And robbed them of a pension

Capitalism works

That’s why millennials are poor

Gen Z is even worse

And both parties want the war

Thanks for the carbon

You left for your children

You literally got them coal

And robbed them of a pension

You know I’m saying?

These fucks man

So glad Mitch McConnell died

Cuz he’s an awful senator

You know they could retire

But they cling to power

That’s why we hate him

It’s selfish and pervasive

In the Senate chambers

To stay and embrace it

Look, You’re not gracious

For bogarting a replacement

That’s more tenacious

And doesn’t wanna enslave us

It’s not advantageous

To have geriatrics takes and

Are also patients

It affects whole nation

Won’t let you fly an airline past sixty-five

But if you wanna run a country

You can do it till you die

We got all these politicians holden on to power

When they should be Mitt, take a hint, and retire

Capitalism works

That’s why millennials are poor

Gen Z is even worse

And both parties want the war

Thanks for the carbon

You left for your children

You literally got them coal

And robbed them of a pension

Capitalism works

That’s why millennials are poor

Gen Z is even worse

And both parties want the war

Thanks for the carbon

You left for your children

You literally got them coal

And robbed them of a pension

You make me do this

Rich G

You know that right?

Try and change the system from within and it changes you

So I'm stacking change what else you expect Rich to do

Corporate lobbying has the ear plus pockets of politicians

Follow the money to make sense of their decisions

Corrupt officials ain't just a third world issue

Defense contractors enriched each time we shoot a missile

Consumer society created planned obsolescence

Pushing insecurities through ads on adolescents

Valentines days invented by hallmark cupids a profiteer

This a letter in a card to say its fucked up dear

I'm sincere we need an overhaul of the government

Conglomerates have it their way and we loving it

Capitalism works

That’s why millennials are poor

Gen Z is even worse

And both parties want the war

Thanks for the carbon

You left for your children

You literally got them coal

And robbed them of a pension

Capitalism works

That’s why millennials are poor

Gen Z is even worse

And both parties want the war

Thanks for the carbon

You left for your children

You literally got them coal

And robbed them of a pension

Get the elderly out of congress

There should be term limits

If we want progress

Listen, if if you can be too young to run the country,

you can be too old

And that’s all

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A Lesson

This is just a fair warning

I love to get horny

And give a fuck, what your story

Not yet, you’re not sorry

Ever since the inner circle I’ve stepped in

I’ve been sharpening lyrical weapon

To slit your throat, make um joke

About how you been flex’n

Haven’t done a mixtape in years, ya know

My music’s all original

Put in work, and ya I’m finna blow

And get paid off the residual

I would love some MCEE

To have a problem with me

Say my name, and make it sting

While make’n a scene

I ain’t scared of you

I’m flattered dude

I ain’t gonna battle you

I’ll serve you in a dark padded booth

So don’t bring me negativity

Unless you want some energy

That aggressive and offensively

Exposes what you pretend to be

No one owns my mechanical

No one takes my publishing

I say what I want

And make money from stunt’n see

I’m a grown adult with a baby face

You ain’t gonna take my place

You ain’t got the mental state

To keep up with my pace

I’m a vetran, could wreck them

But rather make’um my brethren

Give an ultimatum to uphold

As I expose the deception

Fuck what you think

You ain’t convincing me

Unless you have overwhelming evidence

This is how it’s gonna be

Bitch shut the fuck up, why you talkin that shit

You sound like a child, that’s throwing a fit

You never grew up, but blew up big

They’re what you consume cuz you still a kid

You get what you give

And they ain’t into shit rap

This ain’t a diss track

It’s a lesson for your bitch ass

I could make amends

Yeah, I’m down to make friend

But that’s not the intent

Of motivation you intend

You didn’t jock me when I’zz underground

Said you were down with the sound

Now you wanna come around

Like you was alway down

Gi’me an excuse

To write about the truth

Rap it in the booth

And make this happen to you

I ain’t never had a rap beef

Don’t want one, but I’d happily

Show you that I have teeth

And run it like an Athlete

I’m sure its not your too big to respond

It’s the contract your on

It doesn’t allow freedom at all

To defend your own honor

What’s more important is the dollar

Its not from your squalor

And the rights that you squandered

Who wants your Dumbass comments anyways

We were happy that you went away

They want to run, be free today

From you and your stupid ways

You feel no shame

From the problems you create

But if you want to inundate

I figured you could get a taste

Fuck what you think

You ain’t convincing me

Unless you have overwhelming evidence

This is how it’s gonna be

Bitch shut the fuck up, why you talkin that shit

You sound like a child, that’s throwing a fit

You never grew up, but blew up big

They’re what you consume cuz you still a kid

You get what you give

And they ain’t into your shit rap

This ain’t a diss track

It’s a lesson for your bitch ass

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Honey

I want this shit banging in my headphones, you understand me

Let me hear that beat

You dig

I'ma address some shit

Let y'all niggas know the real

I've been dormant for too long

Hibernating

Everybody want it, but do you wanna get it

I'm sick of all these niggas bullshitting

I'm sick of all these bitches

I'm sick of how these bitch niggas tripping

And how y'all get these passes to these snitches

Neighborhood crippling

Dog pound gangsters in the building

I'ma treat these niggas like bitches

Show em to the wolves and the vultures

The hyenas and my siblings

So they can experience what they say they really living

Man, let me show you how deep it really gets

And then I'ma show you the power of membership

One on the hip, illegal extended clip

I'ma show you niggas the power of membership

The viking and the villain

Riddling, couldn't stop this adrenaline

Mind bending forensic technical chemist

One for the bro, walk up and explode

I'ma show you niggas the power of membership

Nigga, we everywhere

I’m everywhere rocking that cosmic debacle

108 the prophet, understand ergonomics

Of electric ultrasonic magnetic harmonic

Conscious balls of telepathic diagnostics (stupid)

That’s what my artistry’s about

While you run your mouth for clout

Or tryna turn Um out

I like them questioning “how?”

I hope they listen to learn astronomy, sociology and doubt

How Jesus could be god and not just arrogantly pronounced

As the truth, when the use of religion is a arroused

By consolidating power and giving it to the house

Because it doesn’t make sense

You know space is immense

And it was all meant for us

Is what Jesus presents

The Bible is a fairly tale

Contradicts itself everywhere

It takes an ass like dairy air

To think it’s really fairly clear

I’m sorry, I should stop, but nothing is

And the subject of the song is dumb ass shit

Jesus hates you

But it really doesn’t matter cuz

Jesus loves you

Jesus loves

But really doesn’t exist

I don’t do it to be mean, even shine or make you cry

It’s really a function of the perspective I entice

To say thinking and intelligence is nice and is desired

Is like saying dick and pussy is best when combined

Jesus hates you

But it really doesn’t matter cuz

Jesus loves you

Jesus loves

But really doesn’t exist

But to put it susincly Which is good to provide

Your like a bug attracted to light

Cuz Bees don’t spend their time Explaining to flys

Why honey is better than shit to survive

Jesus hates you

But it really doesn’t matter cuz

Jesus loves you

Jesus loves

But really doesn’t exist

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The Cold

This me and Asia, they say I’m gifted

I like misdirection and to put it simplest

I don’t think for myself, so yes I’m Christian (often)

I run it like the church, inquisition

Whether winter or fall I love the cold

It reminds me of my blood and it’s oxygen threshold

When the light from your eyes goes dull and closed

Is when I’ll stop coming after your throat

And we don’t play that gangsta shit

All my moves I make legitimate

In broad daylight I have the sense

Everything you have figured, isn’t

I suggest if you don’t wanna catch a case

Show some discretion, respect, and grace

I ain’t hard, but I ain’t a bitch either

You may try the takeover and then find that I’m the ether

Is the atmosphere to ethereal like gravity

Or since it’s clear do we not see it mattering?

I wouldn’t bring me back unless your eager

To figure out why they fear the karma I teach her

Weather winter or fall I love the cold

It reminds me of my blood and it’s oxygen threshold

When the light from your eyes goes dull and closed

Is when I’ll stop coming after your throat

I Molotov mics in the night

With the energy to cause a street fight

Knuckle up baby, buckle up

It's dangerous on the ave

They flaming guns

Slanging crumbs

Hennessey and Jamison

The eyes of the jungle Blood shot

The disgruntled smirk of a crook

Posing for the pic, in his first mug shot

My seven and a half is working oh that's for certain

We in the lab cooking and jookin'

Until its closed curtains

I'm busting shots at the serpent for a purpose

The seven stars represent the seven churches

Watch what you worship

Don't miss the revelations

You'll be caught up like the listeners

Still caught up on my first shit

Assassin with the blade catch a niggas fade

It's a rapture on the stage when you capture these grenades

You'll be a fossil once

Once they really understand the gospel

El Chapo with chopped cheese and a taco

This me and Asia, they say I’m gifted

I like misdirection and to put it simplest

I don’t think for myself, so yes I’m Christian (often)

I run it like the church, inquisition

Weather winter or fall I love the cold

It reminds me of my blood and it’s oxygen threshold

When the light from your eyes goes dull and closed

Is when I’ll stop coming after your throat

Weather winter or fall I love the cold

It reminds me of my blood and it’s oxygen threshold

When the light from your eyes goes dull and closed

Is when I’ll stop coming after your throat

I suggest if you don’t wanna catch a case

Show some digression, respect, and grace

I ain’t hard, but I ain’t a bitch either

You may try the takeover and then find I’m the ether

What’s a mind to a god

Time to a thought

Price to some art

Or lies if you're smart?

What’s a mind to a god

Time to a thought

Price to some art

Or lies if you're smart?

Sooner or later I’m gonna figure you out

And all I’ve really found, is how cowards get down

How they bring um out bring um out bring um out bring um out

It’s hard to tell that you aren’t really a clown

I’m not tryna develop what you sell

I’m hear just to tell

You, you need to get help

I’m not tryna develop what you sell

I’m hear just to tell

You, you need to get help

Weather winter or fall I love the cold

It reminds me of my blood and it’s oxygen threshold

When the light from your eyes goes dull and closed

Is when I’ll stop coming after your throat

Weather winter or fall I love the cold

It reminds me of my blood and it’s oxygen threshold

When the light from your eyes goes dull and closed

Is when I’ll stop coming after your throat

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Independent

Always committed, every day I was wit it

Well recognized for the ways that I did it

Indepent player that’s how you get it

The people know whats happenin but they ain't gonna admit it

Always committed, every day I was wit it

Well recognized for the ways that I did it

Indepent player that’s how you get it

The people know whats happenin but they ain't gonna admit it

Been rhyming ten years

Still haven’t broke even

I do it for the love

Cuz it Damn sure ain’t the money

But give me some funding

And a beat that funky

And I’m Gonna pop off,

Guaranteed if you market me

You know what’s the difference between me and those puppets

About a hundred and fifty thousand dollar marketing budget

Having an audience is currency

That I don’t have currently

But I’ve invested in a catalog

And marketing um urgently

Need money to grow

And give um what they wanted

Need money for marketing

Just like any product

But I’m free, my own boss

Though I can barely pay the costs

I do what I want, I say what I please

They ain’t got no strings on me

I do what I want, I say what I please

They ain’t got no strings on me

Always committed, every day I was wit it

Well recognized for the ways that I did it

Indepent player that’s how you get it

The people know whats happenin but they ain't gonna admit it

Always committed, every day I was wit it

Well recognized for the ways that I did it

Indepent player that’s how you get it

The people know whats happenin but they ain't gonna admit it

I didn’t have a mentor

I started on my own

Everything I’ve done

I’ve had to do alone

300 dollars a month

Is my total budget

By the time it’s right

To promote there’s nothing

What a great community America has

Put in work every day but never paid for that

Which you made to get the bag

Americas so great that it’s people can’t

Afford necessities cuz they don’t get paid a living wage

How is the national debt doing today

All the money went to corporate pay

While you can’t afford a place to stay

Having money for food

It must be nice

Having money for goods

It must be nice

America The great

Where the people get raped

Of their financial stake

of what the community creates

Always committed, every day I was wit it

Well recognized for the ways that I did it

Indepent player that’s how you get it

The people know whats happenin but they ain't gonna admit it

Always committed, every day I was wit it

Well recognized for the ways that I did it

Indepent player that’s how you get it

The people know whats happenin but they ain't gonna admit it

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Lace’em up

Let me rock it for a minute

I’m not a gimmick, yo I live it

Positive and different

Like an ace word to tennis

They on the lean sippin

I live the dream envision

Thinking as they listen

From start to finish

If you want me on stage with

Raps for your entertainment

I need that bag, and the payment

From fans demanding my graces

Until then it’s about branding and landing these placements

Finding some way to get paid and get

The love so it make me continue with it

Not wanna quit, and give’um this gift

I do it for the love, the fun and the win

Dabbin up a friend, bought what happened, what it is

This that classic flow with lyricism

Don’t kow tow, just listen

I’m here to help the mission

Unlock your inner vision

May not always agree

But I’m always for peace

Capeesh, I need you

To Keep it real with free speech

Lace’em up, lace’em up, lace em up, lace em

I’m just a man try’na create and make it

Be humble, burst your bubble while still being gracious

The music speaks for itself and felt as a statement

Lace’em up, lace’em up, lace em up, lace em

I’m just a man try’na create and make it

Be humble, burst your bubble while still being gracious

The music speaks for itself and felt as a statement

I’m that ill type, I kill mics

They’re all like, that was real right

It makes me feel like

A shooting star in the night

Glittering and glistening

On a path that righteous

Spread my name across the sky

Catch your eye, decide this

Music is a symphony

And it gets to me, and I write this

Hoping it goes gold

Like a touch from Midas

Don’t have to decipher

When I pop up in the Cypher

I’m a fighter that stifles

Don’t wanna make me your rival

Cuz I got stamina, and a brand that run

Edutainment for the audience

Since started up, I got the love

Harbored luck, and toughened up

It’s a cold, cold world even when it’s sunny

It’s about what you sold and only if it makes money

Most can’t make ends meet or afford to fill up their tummy

The rich claim it’s hard work when they really got lucky

I bubble up and double up

On the trouble, I’ll sum it up

If you want it, I can get it done

Til you get enough, and feel the love

Lace’em up, lace’em up, lace em up, lace em

I’m just a man try’na create and make it

Be humble, burst your bubble while still being gracious

The music speaks for itself and felt as a statement

Lace’em up, lace’em up, lace em up, lace em

I’m just a man try’na create and make it

Be humble, burst your bubble while still being gracious

The music speaks for itself and felt as a statement

I bought these beats

For my artistry

On standard lease

From Anno Domini

So If you like this rap, think it's dope like morphine

Buy the track, to show you support me

I bought these beats

For my artistry

On standard lease

From Anno Domini

So If you like this rap, think it's dope like morphine

Buy the track, to show you support me

Lace’em up, lace’em up, lace em up, lace em

I’m just a man try’na create and make it

Be humble, burst your bubble while still being gracious

The music speaks for itself and felt as a statement

Lace’em up, lace’em up, lace em up, lace em

I’m just a man try’na create and make it

Be humble, burst your bubble while still being gracious

The music speaks for itself and felt as a statement

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