Words

Introspective Fort Smith Trap‑Soul soundscape steeped in breathy high‑tenor vocals, signature rhythmic vocal hiccups and spontaneous ad‑libbed yelps, carrying a melancholic, haunting cadence, 75 BPM slow‑burn pulse driving a minimalist ultra‑clean 1200‑303‑808‑909 drum‑machine daisy chain, pumping magic with sharp squizz accents, acid‑washed squelch textures, earth‑shattering stutter‑roll drops, and extreme dynamic cut‑outs, Final sustained vocal note drenched in deep reverb, Funky loose 5‑string bass guitar sloppy slappers weaving through hyper‑precise manic acoustic drum‑kit savant performance with obsessive cymbal perfection and centered drum imaging, Low‑end melancholic sousaphone with deep phase boost and heavy tape hiss, Wide stereophonic panning, Distorted blues‑harp blowing rhythmic binary‑code pulses, “Be yourself” encoded harmonic texture, Moody Arkansas Delta atmosphere, midnight grit, introspective urban malaise

Writing for myself still. (pause)
Uploading so you can share the feels. (breath)
It’s my truth, it’s not real. It’s everything.
The country is a piece of land. (staccato)
Men are made of feet and hands.
Things are there and they ain’t budging.
Bring some care, (sustain) add it to the left of the budget.
Words are just words until spoken with care. (gentle)
Life is just days when you are not there.
Strange days happen and the sun rises. (swell)
My heart bleeds on the pages. (vibrato)
No tricks or special arrangements.
Art is just thoughts executed with emotion. (intense)
I’m still as vast and deep as the ocean. (fade)
This world spirals and then it becomes magnificent. (crescendo)
Great times come with no signed certificates.
Take them as they happen in your own way. (rhythmic)
Save some feeling for the end of your day.
Play some tunes and dance if you’re able.
Leaving all the worries alone on the table. (sharp)
Take my hand and let me dip you darling. (smooth)
Think about that sunrise in the morning. (sustain)
Words are just words until spoken with care.
Life is just days when you are not there.
Strange days happen and the sun rises.
My heart bleeds on the pages.
No tricks or special arrangements.
Art is just thoughts executed with emotion.
I’m still as vast and deep as the ocean.
We have had our hurts and we both cried. (heavy)
You called me out each time I lied. (pointed)
I got mad then I felt better.
She said she would help if you would let her. (soften)
No exchange of values, no cross examination. (staccato)
Not that, (pause) never.
She’s just still waiting at her station. (longing)
Leave a message, send up a prayer.
She still loves you with all care. (tender)
Words are just words until spoken with care.
Life is just days when you are not there.
Strange days happen and the sun rises.
My heart bleeds on the pages.
No tricks or special arrangements.
Art is just thoughts executed with emotion.
I’m still as vast and deep as the ocean. (final sustain)

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Writing for myself still. (pause) Uploading so you can share the feels. (breath) It’s my truth, it’s not real. It’s everything. The country is a piece of land. (staccato) Men are made of feet and hands. Things are there and they ain’t budging. Bring some care, (sustain) add it to the left of the budget. Words are just words until spoken with care. (gentle) Life is just days when you are not there. Strange days happen and the sun rises. (swell) My heart bleeds on the pages. (vibrato) No tricks or special arrangements. Art is just thoughts executed with emotion. (intense) I’m still as vast and deep as the ocean. (fade) This world spirals and then it becomes magnificent. (crescendo) Great times come with no signed certificates. Take them as they happen in your own way. (rhythmic) Save some feeling for the end of your day. Play some tunes and dance if you’re able. Leaving all the worries alone on the table. (sharp) Take my hand and let me dip you darling. (smooth) Think about that sunrise in the morning. (sustain) Words are just words until spoken with care. Life is just days when you are not there. Strange days happen and the sun rises. My heart bleeds on the pages. No tricks or special arrangements. Art is just thoughts executed with emotion. I’m still as vast and deep as the ocean. We have had our hurts and we both cried. (heavy) You called me out each time I lied. (pointed) I got mad then I felt better. She said she would help if you would let her. (soften) No exchange of values, no cross examination. (staccato) Not that, (pause) never. She’s just still waiting at her station. (longing) Leave a message, send up a prayer. She still loves you with all care. (tender) Words are just words until spoken with care. Life is just days when you are not there. Strange days happen and the sun rises. My heart bleeds on the pages. No tricks or special arrangements. Art is just thoughts executed with emotion. I’m still as vast and deep as the ocean. (final sustain)

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