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  1. Empty Row

From the recording GOOD FOR MY SOUL

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Lyrics

Hook (Soul Vocal)
Give me an empty row
Far from opinions and notifications
Far from expectations
And manufactured conversations
I need room to hear myself
Without the world narrating me
Give me an empty row
And let my spirit breathe
Verse 1 (Soul-Rap)
Everybody got suggestions
For a life they don't inhabit.
Everybody got commentary
On choices they don't carry.
Funny.
The louder the crowd became
The quieter my intuition sounded.
Until one day
I disappeared intentionally.
Not out of anger.
Out of necessity.
Because peace ain't always found.
Sometimes it's created.
By removing access.
Hook (Soul Vocal)
Give me an empty row
Far from opinions and notifications
Far from expectations
And manufactured conversations
I need room to hear myself
Without the world narrating me
Give me an empty row
And let my spirit breathe
Verse 2 (Soul-Rap)
I stopped attending every argument
That requested my presence.
Stopped volunteering energy
For misunderstandings committed to survival.
Stopped translating myself repeatedly
For people determined to misread me.
Growth.
That's what that was.
Not isolation.
Discernment.
Learning the difference
Between being alone
And being interrupted.
One drains you.
One restores you.
Bridge (Soul Vocal)
Silence got answers
Noise couldn't translate
Verse 3 (Soul-Rap)
Now I take long drives
Without destinations.
Long walks
Without headphones.
Long moments
Without distractions.
Just me.
My thoughts.
My questions.
My gratitude.
Turns out the person
I was searching for everywhere else
Been waiting patiently
Inside my own company.
Final Hook (Soul Vocal)
Give me an empty row
Where reflection can stretch its legs
Where clarity don't compete
With everybody else's requests
I need room to hear myself
Without the world narrating me
Give me an empty row
And let my spirit breathe
Outro
Not running away.
Not hiding.
Just returning
To the one voice
I should've listened to first.
My own.