Please Be Advised (Tape-Stop Crossfade Mix)

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# PLEASE BE ADVISED

**Style (Suno):**
Late-'90s/early-2000s boom bap, heavy head-nod swing, dusty MPC drums, vinyl crackle, chopped jazz/soul samples, organic upright piano, Rhodes, analog MiniMoog bass, tape saturation, DJ scratches, cinematic transitions, intimate baritone spoken-word delivery.

## [Intro]

Before you try to fix me, boo—
Better ask somebody.
Do-do-doo...

Mic check... one-two, one-two.
Popped out my mama,
a non-Zionist Jew.

---

## [Verse 1]

Please be advised—I arrived with the fire already inside.
Didn't acquire desire by surviving a trial just to know I'm alive.
Didn't borrow a spine from the violence, the silence, the lies.
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin—I survived.

Born feet first
into one of Atlanta's greatest ice storms.
While the whole city froze,
I entered warm.
A-Town looked like everybody forgot how to drive.
Y'all say pressure creates every design—
Nah... it reveals what was there the whole time.

I just had to get this off my chest...
I ain't about to be subjected to a motherfuckin' universal shit test.

Before language.
Before I answered to a name.
Before the world insisted
every soul had to arrive the same.

A rabbi looked into my eyes
and called me בָּרוּךְ—
Blessed.

You think he guessed?
Think it was luck?
Or maybe some things get recognized
before they show up.

You call it awakening.
I call it remembering.
You call it becoming.
I call it uncovering
what I've carried from the beginning.

Don't tell me I had to earn
what I arrived here holding.
Some spend a lifetime searching.
Some are born already knowing.

Every philosophy's colored by where you bled.
Every revelation follows the road that you tread.
When you preach your path like it's universal instead,
you might just be projecting your own story ahead.

Factory-set.
Never fabricated.
Not activated—
Just translated
into a language the world's too late to appreciate.

---

## [Pre-Chorus]

Don't confuse composure with vacancy.
Don't confuse a question with dependency.
Don't confuse asking for backup
with surrendering identity.

---

## [Chorus]

Please...
Be advised.

Not everybody starts at the same line.
Not everybody grows beneath the same sky.

Just 'cause they left you alone
with the only peace you'd know,
that ain't how being loved as a kid
was supposed to go.

Please...
Be advised.

Your testimony isn't my prescription.
Your recovery isn't my religion.
Different roads...
Same horizon.

---

## [Verse 2]

I don't glorify trauma like it's tuition.
Pain isn't automatically wisdom by definition.

Some collect scars.
Some collect vision.
Neither automatically earns permission.

You keep mistaking endurance for design,
like suffering copyrighted the divine.

I've known fear.
I've known duty.
I've walked where the air gets spooky.

I've stepped toward the thing they all said,
"Leave it,"
knowing exactly what it could do.

Courage ain't loud.
Courage ain't theater.
Doesn't need applause.
Doesn't need abandonment
to make the soul deeper.

I wasn't waiting on catastrophe
to stamp me legitimate.
Didn't need isolation
to tell me what my spirit meant.
Didn't need somebody leaving
to prove that I existed.

That truth lived in me.

---

## [Bridge]

Don't rewrite my origin.
Don't redefine my core.
Don't narrate my story
like you've seen it before.

You saw one equation,
started calling it law.
Forgot exceptions existed
before you finished the floor.

Your map ain't the planet.
Your chapter ain't the book.
Everybody ain't broken
just because that's where you looked.

---

## [Verse 3]

When I reached a hand,
it wasn't because I vanished.
Wasn't because my foundation was damaged.

It was simple mathematics.

If two people can carry
what one shouldn't have to,
why worship isolation
like we all have to?

That's where your doctrine loses traction.
Turns connection into subtraction.
Turns community into distraction.
Calls abandonment transformation.

No.

That's normalization
of unnecessary devastation.

I wasn't asking you to rebuild me.
Explain me.
Introduce me to myself.

I know who I am.
I know what I can do.

When the moment demands it,
I'll walk straight into the fire—
not because I worship suffering,
but because responsibility
doesn't wait for comfort.

Don't mistake my reaching
as evidence I'm lost.

Don't hand me your abandonment
and call it growth.

Some people are born carrying this.
Some don't have to lose themselves
to know themselves.

---

## [Final Chorus]

Please...
Be advised.

Your story is yours.
Mine was already breathing
before I could explain it.

Please...
Be advised.

Just because your fire
was born from lightning...

Doesn't mean mine
wasn't born
in an ice storm.

---

## [Outro]

Next time I ask for help...

Help.

If you can't...

Walk away.

But don't disappear
and call the silence wisdom.

Don't rename abandonment
as enlightenment.

I wasn't looking for myself.

I was looking for somebody
who meant it.

Please...

Be advised.

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# PLEASE BE ADVISED **Style (Suno):** Late-'90s/early-2000s boom bap, heavy head-nod swing, dusty MPC drums, vinyl crackle, chopped jazz/soul samples, organic upright piano, Rhodes, analog MiniMoog bass, tape saturation, DJ scratches, cinematic transitions, intimate baritone spoken-word delivery. ## [Intro] Before you try to fix me, boo— Better ask somebody. Do-do-doo... Mic check... one-two, one-two. Popped out my mama, a non-Zionist Jew. --- ## [Verse 1] Please be advised—I arrived with the fire already inside. Didn't acquire desire by surviving a trial just to know I'm alive. Didn't borrow a spine from the violence, the silence, the lies. Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin—I survived. Born feet first into one of Atlanta's greatest ice storms. While the whole city froze, I entered warm. A-Town looked like everybody forgot how to drive. Y'all say pressure creates every design— Nah... it reveals what was there the whole time. I just had to get this off my chest... I ain't about to be subjected to a motherfuckin' universal shit test. Before language. Before I answered to a name. Before the world insisted every soul had to arrive the same. A rabbi looked into my eyes and called me בָּרוּךְ— Blessed. You think he guessed? Think it was luck? Or maybe some things get recognized before they show up. You call it awakening. I call it remembering. You call it becoming. I call it uncovering what I've carried from the beginning. Don't tell me I had to earn what I arrived here holding. Some spend a lifetime searching. Some are born already knowing. Every philosophy's colored by where you bled. Every revelation follows the road that you tread. When you preach your path like it's universal instead, you might just be projecting your own story ahead. Factory-set. Never fabricated. Not activated— Just translated into a language the world's too late to appreciate. --- ## [Pre-Chorus] Don't confuse composure with vacancy. Don't confuse a question with dependency. Don't confuse asking for backup with surrendering identity. --- ## [Chorus] Please... Be advised. Not everybody starts at the same line. Not everybody grows beneath the same sky. Just 'cause they left you alone with the only peace you'd know, that ain't how being loved as a kid was supposed to go. Please... Be advised. Your testimony isn't my prescription. Your recovery isn't my religion. Different roads... Same horizon. --- ## [Verse 2] I don't glorify trauma like it's tuition. Pain isn't automatically wisdom by definition. Some collect scars. Some collect vision. Neither automatically earns permission. You keep mistaking endurance for design, like suffering copyrighted the divine. I've known fear. I've known duty. I've walked where the air gets spooky. I've stepped toward the thing they all said, "Leave it," knowing exactly what it could do. Courage ain't loud. Courage ain't theater. Doesn't need applause. Doesn't need abandonment to make the soul deeper. I wasn't waiting on catastrophe to stamp me legitimate. Didn't need isolation to tell me what my spirit meant. Didn't need somebody leaving to prove that I existed. That truth lived in me. --- ## [Bridge] Don't rewrite my origin. Don't redefine my core. Don't narrate my story like you've seen it before. You saw one equation, started calling it law. Forgot exceptions existed before you finished the floor. Your map ain't the planet. Your chapter ain't the book. Everybody ain't broken just because that's where you looked. --- ## [Verse 3] When I reached a hand, it wasn't because I vanished. Wasn't because my foundation was damaged. It was simple mathematics. If two people can carry what one shouldn't have to, why worship isolation like we all have to? That's where your doctrine loses traction. Turns connection into subtraction. Turns community into distraction. Calls abandonment transformation. No. That's normalization of unnecessary devastation. I wasn't asking you to rebuild me. Explain me. Introduce me to myself. I know who I am. I know what I can do. When the moment demands it, I'll walk straight into the fire— not because I worship suffering, but because responsibility doesn't wait for comfort. Don't mistake my reaching as evidence I'm lost. Don't hand me your abandonment and call it growth. Some people are born carrying this. Some don't have to lose themselves to know themselves. --- ## [Final Chorus] Please... Be advised. Your story is yours. Mine was already breathing before I could explain it. Please... Be advised. Just because your fire was born from lightning... Doesn't mean mine wasn't born in an ice storm. --- ## [Outro] Next time I ask for help... Help. If you can't... Walk away. But don't disappear and call the silence wisdom. Don't rename abandonment as enlightenment. I wasn't looking for myself. I was looking for somebody who meant it. Please... Be advised.

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