[Intro: Spoken Word] They told me silence was safer. But I was born with a voice that don’t beg for permission. Felonious Music ain’t just sound—it’s survival. It’s breath held too long, finally released. [Verse 1] I used to whisper my wounds in the dark Now I sing 'em loud, scars like sparks They said healing ain't marketable But I made pain profitable, testimony audible I ain't here for the charts or the fame I'm here for the ones who cry without name For the cellblock poets, the outreach saints For the ones who remix trauma into paint [Hook] It doesn’t have to be a crime To share Felonious Music, rhythm divine Hear to heal, not just to feel Legacy-coded, mythic and real [Verse 2] I flipped my sentence into a stanza Turned betrayal into a banner Council-coded, I syndicate truth From gospel-trap roots to soft pop proof I ain’t just breathing—I’m building Every line a brick, every beat a ceiling For the ones who thought they were done I’m the echo that says: you’re still someone [Bridge] Let 'em judge, let 'em scroll past But this cadence was made to last I’m not just an artist—I’m archive Of every breath I fought to keep alive [Hook] It doesn’t have to be a crime To share Felonious Music, rhythm divine Hear to heal, not just to feel Legacy-coded, mythic and real [Outro: Spoken Word] So if you hear me—really hear me— Know this ain’t just a song. It’s a timestamp. It’s a lifeline. It’s Felonious Music. And it’s here to heal.
