Yeah… keys talkin’ quiet truths…
Warm light through the blinds, still wakin’ up to choose…
Rhodes keep playin’, heart stay weighin’ every choice I made,
Warm tones hold me down when the cold world try to fade.
Natural rhythm in my step, no forced flex, just real,
From the lows I rose, now I feel what I heal.
Warmth in the sample, jazz soul guide the way,
R&B whispers say tomorrow’s another day… another day.
Sittin’ on the porch where the memories overlap,
Rhodes chords paint the picture of the come up and the trap.
I was lost in the noise, chasin’ validation fast,
Now the drums hit natural, like footsteps on a path.
Mama’s voice in the sample, tellin’ me slow down,
R&B strings pull the tension when the pressure get around.
Double meaning: keys unlock the cage or the ones I play wrong,
Progress in the silence, turn my pain to a song.
Warm light on my face, but the shadows still linger,
J. Cole type wisdom – grow through the hurt, don’t point fingers.
Rhodes keep playin’…
City lights blur from the window of a life I rebuilt,
Funk undertones in the bass but the soul stay real.
Friends turned ghosts when the money started talkin’,
Now I value peace more than the clout they be hawkin’.
Natural drums breathe, no machine gun traps,
Just kick on the two and four, heart match the clap.
Triple layers: the sample from my past, the keys for my future,
And the space in between where I learn to be truer.
Warm Rhodes hug the melody when the nights get long,
R&B ad-libs remind me where my home belong.
Not chasin’ perfection, just honest progression,
Soul soundscape carry the weight of my confession.
Let it breathe… keys cry a little…
Warmth over everything, even when it’s brittle…
Yeah…
Now the cycle breakin’, generational chains gettin’ cut,
Jazz improv in my decisions, no more stuck in the rut.
Warmth from within, not the flash of the lights,
Natural feel in the music match the peace in my nights.
I pen these lines for the ones still fightin’ the current,
Rhodes and R&B lift ’em up when the world feel uncertain.
Real music, no gimmicks, just soul in the sound,
From the dirt to the stars, feet firm on the ground.
Rhodes keep playin’… fade into the dawn…
Warm reflections carry on… carry on…
Gwamp4
