Letters To The Lodges

[Verse 1]
Dear magical orders
we gotta talk
You built high walls
I’m chalk on the sidewalk
You hid your flames
in a locked-up lantern
While kids light candles
off YouTube answers
There’s trauma in timelines
spirits in threads
They scroll for a sigil
get harmed instead
They don’t need robes
they need strong foundations
Not pixel potions
and vague vibrations
[Pre-Chorus]
I see lost eyes
in the midnight glow
All these lone wolves
with nowhere to go
You say “take vows”
then you close that door
So they bleed in the comments
and call it lore (yeah)
[Chorus]
Open the vaults
break that seal
Tradition ain’t dead
it just needs to heal
Guidance given
ain’t a stolen crown
You can lift ‘em up
without dumbing down
From temple tiles
to cracked phone screens
Let the current flow
into new routines
If the Work is true
it can stand this test
Quit hiding the map
when they’re begging for steps (hey!)
[Verse 2]
You swear oaths tight
then confuse protection
with power hoarding
and gate obsession
You guard old words
like a dragon on gold
But a verse can’t breathe
if it’s never retold
I’m not saying leak
what was sworn in trust
I’m saying clean house
scrape off the rust
Give tools, give context
warn what bites
Teach ground, ward, banish
before the rites
[Pre-Chorus]
How many bright minds
fell through the gaps
Tried one spell
and collapsed their maps
You watch from the sidelines
“they should’ve been trained”
But you barred the classroom
then shift the blame (woah)
[Chorus]
Open the vaults
break that seal
Tradition ain’t dead
it just needs to heal
Guidance given
ain’t a stolen crown
You can lift ‘em up
without dumbing down
From temple tiles
to cracked phone screens
Let the current flow
into new routines
If the Work is true
it can stand this test
Quit hiding the map
when they’re begging for steps (yeah)
[Bridge]
Adapt or fossil
choose your fate
The current moves fast
it won’t sit and wait
Let the wise ones speak
in a language new
Keep the bones of the craft
but evolve the view (uh)
[Chorus]
Open the vaults
break that seal
Tradition ain’t dead
it just needs to heal
Guidance given
ain’t a stolen crown
You can lift ‘em up
without dumbing down
From temple tiles
to cracked phone screens
Let the current flow
into new routines
If the Work is true
it can stand this test
Quit hiding the map
when they’re begging for steps (hey, hey!)

rap, Hard-hitting 808 boom bap, fast double-time male vocals. Sparse, detuned piano stabs and dusty choir chops in the verses; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and wide bass. Snappy snares, swung hi-hats, and occasional tape-stop drops to spotlight key punchlines. Aggressive but thoughtful delivery, leaving space for a few echo throws on end words., guidance, magical