I just wanted to connect with some music friends who I could really relate to, but it seems like this space is filled with ego and competition instead of connection. Why is it so hard for us to simply appreciate each other’s art? There’s no “best” when it comes to creativity music is meant to be expression, emotion, and shared experience. It should be about inspiration, not comparison. Can’t we just celebrate each other and the unique voices we bring to the world? Isn’t that what art is really about?

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I had a dream about my favorite song last night, so I wanted to share a song I wrote about this. (Intro) Oi yeah, yeahDon’t blink, you might miss meBut you’ll hear me though [Verse 1] Came from the backstreets, cracked concrete vibeNo silver spoon, just a mic and prideGot jokes in my pocket, fire in my chestThey said “pipe down,” I just got louder insteadUnderdog frame but a heavyweight talkerLaugh at myself, still outshine your rosterTracksuit queen with a DIY crownTurn a little voice to a full shutdown [Pre-Chorus] They don’t get it, that’s fine by meBuilt this lane, no entry feeSay I’m odd, say I’m loudStill headline my own crowd [Chorus] Small frame, big noise, turn it up nowKick drum heartbeat, make the whole world bowLaugh in their face, yeah I’m breaking the moldGot a cheap mic dream but a story of goldSmall frame, big noise, I don’t play niceFlip every doubt, turn it into my spiceFrom the gutter to the glow, yeah I found my voiceYou can’t mute this small frame, big noise [Verse 2] Talk slick, quick wit, don’t fit your boxStill climb charts while I mock your talksGender rules? Nah, I rewrite thoseHeels or kicks, I still steal the showsBus ride dreams to a sold-out chantDid it all with a watch me, can’t?Now they copy the slang, copy the soundBut they can’t copy heart when the beat goes down [Pre-Chorus] They don’t rate it ‘til it’s too lateNow they wanna jump on the wave I madeI was cool way before your hypeNow I’m cashing checks they said I’d never write [Chorus] Small frame, big noise, turn it up nowKick drum heartbeat, make the whole world bowLaugh in their face, yeah I’m breaking the moldGot a cheap mic dream but a story of goldSmall frame, big noise, I don’t play niceFlip every doubt, turn it into my spiceFrom the gutter to the glow, yeah I found my voiceYou can’t mute this small frame, big noise [Bridge Rap Switch] Yeah, I’m cheeky with the flow, little rebel on the riseGot grime in my veins, got truth in my linesNo filter, no fear, yeah I say what I likeWhile they play pretend, I just live on the micFrom overlooked to overbooked, now they ring my phoneSame ones laughed when I stood aloneNow I’m laughing back, yeah the irony’s loudLittle misfit kid got the whole world proud