Megaphone for Breath

You either architect an anthem or you photocopy static. Either spark a revolution or you

mimic something tragic. Either write to resurrect a minor prophet off the manic,

but the truth is in the pattern of your pen. Is it prophetic

or just habit? Most of y'all be posting tracks like, "Listen,

I exist," but existence ain't resistance if your message don't persist. You can rhyme

a hundred syllables and still not say a thing 'cause complexity without conviction is a

puppet on a string. Your music's either oxygen or toxins in the system.

Either breaking generational curses or you're feeding the affliction. Either lifting up the lonely or