After that?
There was a time when life actually meant something to me I used to think I had reasons to stay alive to pay off my father’s debts to build a future with a girl I loved to make something out of myself or maybe just to see my art travel into places where my body never could I used to care so much I wanted to prove people wrong. the ones who judged my talent based on old releases. the ones who hear one weak song and decide your entire worth as an artist. I wanted to disappear for a while, grow in silence, then come back and throw something undeniable in their faces! Look…. This is who I really was the whole time This is what I was capable of creating! For the last 2-3 years, I’ve been waking up and working nonstop till night. Every single day So much work that somewhere in between, the human disappeared and only the machine survived Earlier, making music felt magical. Now it feels nothing Earlier even a trash song co...