[DEMO] 1- PENTAGRAM

July Twenty First. That break from work I've been talking about is here... I spent months covering for other people, ..working as hard as I possibly could and in my head, this was the light at the end of the tunnel. It's day two or three, and I've gotten a lot done, but I don't think I sat down to rest once. I don't think I want to, either... I feel passion. I feel some sort of hunger, even as I'm getting thinner by the day... It's weird... I haven't been releasing or writing as much for the people on Suno. I don't know if I miss it, but it's an outlet. So what did we learn? [Choral Intro, Ethereal Reverb] Couple people worried bout me. (please come back) Couple of 'em furious at me. (Where she at?) Other Rappers Nervous roun'me (Please don't snap) Betcha you have heard about me. It's weird... I haven't been releasing or writing as much for the people on Suno. I don't know if I miss it, but it's an outlet. So what did we learn? July Twenty First. That break from work I've been talking about is here... I spent months covering for other people, ..working as hard as I possibly could and in my head, this was the light at the end of the tunnel. It's day two or three, and I've gotten a lot done, but I don't think I sat down to rest once. I don't think I want to, either... I feel passion. I feel some sort of hunger, even as I'm getting thinner by the day... It's weird... I haven't been releasing or writing as much for the people on Suno. I don't know if I miss it, but it's an outlet. So what did we learn? (Where she at?) Other Rappers Nervous roun'me (Please don't snap) Betcha you have heard about me. (UuuuUUuuughhh, fine! Okay!) Hi. [Awkward pause] My name's Raelyn and I like to write songs Its the way that I can process how some things have gone wrong All my nights have run long and my lights been stayin' on but I been out my fuckin' mind all we gotta do is try to stay calm! [Shouted, manic] I been rhyming every word that I know how to spell-great I guess I feel refreshed been waking up at hell's-gates. Brimstoned, smoking sulfur airing out my head-space See my pale face, y'all know I deliver check-mates This queen push the envelope even if it's at a snails pace. Cell mates convinced me that it's still fun, pen game bout as rotten as my milk jugs, come and spill some. In the kitchen while I'm still young, these ill lungs give ya something to keep ya chin up, but still the- People notice I've been quiet, think I'm slacking a bit Like I just boxed up the pen and then I packed the shit in But I got sixty daily verses I been practicing with My greatest fear is releasing some whack-ass-shit- so I Keep my mind sharp and never let-my-passion-slip. So I'll tell ya this one. If you ever need to reach me, Fuck a text message, grab a planchette and a Ouija. Scratch a star in the concrete, Light a cheap candle, leave a decent beat and mic as an offering to feed me, Yell out "Sider" to the darkness so my basement can release me. (ahh) Who knows how long you got me for, but as long I see breath. I'll be writing lyrics till there ain't a sheet left. Or until I meet death, tryna find a deeper meaning, Fleeting, came to me as I was sleeping til the evening that I will be creating til the day that I stop breathing. I'm back.