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This track explores the emotional core of controlled strength, channeling deep emotional hip hop through silence, restraint, and calculated calm. *** *** 🤖 AI & PRODUCTION TOOLS *Vocal / Beat Generation:* - https://suno.com/ *Visualizer / Thumbnails:* https://vizzy.io/ **Thumbnails / Art ** https://chatgpt.com/ *Background Blends* https://pixabay.com/videos/ *** 📝 LYRICS & SONG STORY This song explores the decision to stop reacting and start controlling the moment. Through deep emotional hip hop, it transforms silence, discipline, and emotional restraint into strength. [Full Lyrics Here.] I lost count of how many pills they put between me and myself. “How’s this one make you feel?” Like a stranger. A ghost. They called it treatment—felt like erasing. But under all that static, the real me kept notes. I didn’t break here. This is where I change. [CHORUS 1] This is where I change, no more strangers in my veins, no more living through the glass while they overwrite my name. Turn the poison into focus, turn the chaos into calm. Every side effect they gave me folded right into my palm. I was drowning in their “help,” but crawled out of their rain. I’m not dying in this cycle— this is where I change. VERSE 1 Kicked out of schools like a problem on feet— “Send him somewhere else, he’s too much heat.” New grade, same cold looks; they don’t read kids, they stamp them like books. “Alternative program,” room full of cases, doctor visits weekly, clipboards in faces. “You can’t come to class without your meds,” so they fed me chemicals instead of my head. One week this pill, next week that— “How does it feel?” Like I’m a lab rat. Some wired me, some shut me down, some made the world spin around. Some whispered things I didn’t want to claim, dark little lines saying, “End the game.” Too young for that poison, too old to ignore, side effects banging on my core. One day in class I just dropped in my seat; heart off tempo, brain off beat. They rushed me out like a code-red call— nobody asked why I hit that wall. That’s when I learned what I meant to them: not a kid—just a file to drug and condemn. REFRAIN They called it care, but it felt like blame. Said it was help, signed it with my name. All I learned was how quickly the world throws kids like me away. CHORUS 2 This is where I change, no more sleeping on their will, no more passing out in classrooms from a doctor’s little pill. Turn the numbness into knowledge, turn the panic into scope. Every blackout, every tremor just refined the way I cope. I was trapped in their version of who I should be contained— ’til my real voice rose: “I’m not your ghost. This is where I change.” You felt too much— I felt just enough. You wanted peace; they gave you cuffs. You thought kindness was how to survive; they taught you kindness gets you knifed. So I rose where the doses failed, where your soft heart cracked and the system bailed. I’m not rage; I’m restraint. What’s left when the meds finally faint. You call me monster, they call me cold— I call me weapon in a world this old. VERSE 2 Came off the meds like ripping off skin, shaking alone with a too-thin grin. Worst year of my life, first year I could see. People broke, wired, chasing fire; I watched every pattern, every liar. Collected stories like tools on a shelf, learning how not to destroy myself. Saw grief turn men into ghosts, bottles replacing what they loved most. Saw anger eat people alive, some never making it past twenty-five. Meanwhile the static in my head went quiet; instinct sharpened without the chemical riot. Started seeing moves eight steps ahead, calling out endings before they were said. They called it luck— truth is, I wasn’t a broken brain. I was built for high-voltage strain, just wired too honest for a world this vain. Now you know why I took the wheel. You bleed for everyone— I just deal. Call me cruel, call me strange— I kept you breathing through the change. Ran Outa Space :( ⏳ TIME STAMPS [Use only if your video has an intro, visualizer, or distinct sections] 0:00 - Intro 0:55 - Verse 1 2:05 - Chorus 1 2:35 - Verse 2 4:02 - Chorus 2 4:24 - Outro *** 🌐 CONNECT WITH THE CREATOR Subscribe to It All Fades: / @itallfadesofficial Patron patreon.com/c/ItAllFades Discord discord.gg/2fCU7QwUrp Spotify open.spotify.com/artist/3W2YAfvTkWcuAhOhkF4N84 Youtube Music / it all fades - topic Apple Music music.apple.com/us/artist/it-all-fades/1836603175 Facebook Group facebook.com/ItAllFades IHeart Radio iheart.com/artist/it-all-fades-47900065 Distrokid Profile distrokid.com/hyperfollow/itallfades/take-it-all LinkedIn linkedin.com/in/jorden-delta-6172a52b5 Pinterest ca.pinterest.com/ItAllFades/it-all-fades-ai-music X x.com/ItAllFadesX *** #AIHipHop #ExistentialRap #DeepEmotionalHipHop #ItAllFades #CinematicHipHop #AntiSocialMusic #EmotionalRap #AIHumanCollab