Ton 618

ALBUM DETAILS

Ton 618 is named after a supermassive Black Hole.

This album is designed to be a hard-hitting east coast style hip-hop album.

It is not designed to have the deep level of conscious messages as other albums because it is in the tradition of "real" hip-hop. 

Beats, Rhymes, & Life!

black pharaoh

Watchillie
This one for the bosses
Real empire talk
Boom
Shockwaves when I enter the room
Black suede jacket stitched in gold by the loom
Cameras all flash when the convoy glide by
Helicopters circle while the city ask why
Lawyers on speed dial, meetings on the plane
Every move calculated, never movin in vain
Ten racks in each pocket, more hidden in the wall
Built this from the bottom now I’m ownin it all
Silk seats in the foreign, marble floors in the hall
If I speak once, markets rise when I call
Never fear pressure, pressure fear me instead
Built an empire so massive got the world in my spread
Diamonds hit bright like the noon day sun
Been runnin this game and I only begun
Boss
Boss
Black pharaoh
Boss boss
Better know the throne’s mine
Boss boss
Livin lavish is the price
Boss boss
Everything I touch rise
Boss boss
Black pharaoh for life
Rain like a monarch, left marks in the sand
History talkin every place that I land
Island in the distance where the palms all bend
Private chefs waitin with the cars out front
Never chase women, they align when I move
Power too loud, they can feel when I groove
747 on the strip gettin warmed
Heads of state call when the weather get stormed
Turn water to gold with a flick of my wrist
Blueprint so cold make economists twist
Generals at the gate but they never get near
Tunnel through the mountain if I disappear
Pallets stacked high, all legal and clean
Silent wealth moves where it’s never been seen
When I’m gone from this earth they gon carve it in stone
Here lies the man that turned dust to a throne
Boss
Boss
Black pharaoh
Boss boss
Better know the throne’s mine
Boss boss
Livin lavish is the price
Boss boss
Everything I touch rise
Boss boss
Black pharaoh for life
Money rolls carpet, pink gems for the light
Bought the watch plant now they craft mine at night
Only ride custom with the roof peeled back
Bass hit hard make the whole street crack
Enemies close but success even closer
I’m ten moves ahead like a grandmaster poster
No one know direction till the deal get signed
By the time they react I done changed the whole line
Life feel surreal like I bent space-time
Opened new portals with a hustler mind
Never fall off, I evolve, transform
Legends don’t die they become the storm
Boss boss
Black pharaoh
Boss boss
Still risin
Boss boss
Forever lavish
Boss boss
Immortal
Empire business
A tribute to the bosses
The greats

Watchillie

Black Pharaoh is meant to be a tribute to honor Rick Ross. It uses his swagger and similar cadence. He is truly a "Boss" and hopefully the song does justice.

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don't H8

Watchillie!……

What!
Uh!
Yeah!
Know what it is!
Truth don’t need permission!

Right jus-ti-fi-cation
Your lies roam across the nation
With yo weak ass expectations
Claimin’ crowns with imitation

While you tryna raise that Kodak film
That red light frame don’t show you in
You only see me… win
Jealousy live within

Success? I ate.
You late.
Your claims fake.
Can’t compete.
Demure. Meek.
Yo whole shit weak.

Your lame side showin’
Off the charts where I’m blowin’
No excuses where I’m goin’
Fallacies say I’m owin’

Dollars that you make are fake
From McDonald’s shifts, place of fate
Life in haze while tryna skate
Only big fish on the take

I’m Great White
You fish I ate

DON’T H8!
Don’t you do it!
Don’t you even try deny it!
You can’t hold me fool!

DON’T H8!
Stay in your lane!
Truth hit hard like thunder rain!
You can’t stop this move!

My whole life work what you stalkin’
Got no time for how you talkin’
Ain’t no fraud shit I’m involved in
In my fish net what you caught in

Claim I set you free from pain
Then start dressin’ in my name
Wearin’ all my clothes for fame
Tryna copy every frame

Stealin’ cars sayin’ they ours
Security lights, bars and towers
Guards call quick
Stuffed in the back
Ride upstate
Where you at?

Think you right while buildin’ lies
Fake tears sittin’ in their eyes
Claimin’ fights that never came
Tryna profit off my name

Lawyer fees keep risin’ high
Blood pressure touchin’ sky
Accusations so insane
Heavy cost of cred and fame

DON’T H8!
Don’t you do it!
Don’t you even try deny it!
Cause you can’t hold me fool!

DON’T H8!
Know the facts!
Lies collapse when truth attacks!
You can’t break what’s true!

Listen…

Everybody love the lights…
Till they see what comes with ‘em.

Hands out.
Eyes watchin’.
Parasites around success.

That crown heavy.
That chain heavy.
That pain heavy.

UH!

Thinkin’ that it’s over
Legal system took control up
Facts was there to back my case
Manipulated by your face

You was copin’ out a plea
Them fines and fees assigned to me
Fame the price
Pain the fee
Truth got buried legally

Still in disbelief
Mournin’ like some deathly grief
But I protect what matters most
Wife and fam come first, no joke

Tried to walk the righteous path
Still got tested by the wrath
But every dark road got an end
And real ones rise again

Grammys and plaques
Don’t prepare you for the facts
How they’ll try to steal your soul
For attention bought with gold

Fans and crews that mean you harm
Take away from art the charm
Stand and wait to see you fall
Then pretend they cared at all

Best thing you can ever do
Hold it down with chosen crew
Know inside your heart it’s true
Your gift was never made for you

It was made to light the dark
It was made to move the heart
Keep your head up through the hate
Truth survives… and love outlasts

DON’T H8!
Never forget it!
DON’T H8!
Truth still in it!

DON’T H8!
Rise above!
Even in war there’s still love!

DON’T H8!

(What!)
(Uh!)
Yeah!

WATCHILLIE!!!
This is a strong bold hip-hop song where the crew is telling the listener not to 'hate' on them; meaning, not to disrespect or make fun of them.

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new york subway train

Watchillie...

Stand clear of the closing doors please...

Ain’t nothin like...

That New York Subway Train!

Ain’t nothin like...

That New York Subway Train!

Ride that groove now...

That New York Subway Train!

Ain’t nothin like...

No place the same!

People step lively
Shoes hit floor

Working all week
Now they want more

Lady got style
Hair done right

Brotha got platforms
Ready tonight

Sax man blowing
Tunnel got soul

Whole car movin
Lose control

Train keep rockin
Side to side

Whole damn city
Catch this ride

Ain’t nothin like...

That New York Subway Train!

Queens!!

Bronx!!

Brooklyn!!

Harlem!!

Staten Island!!

Manhattan!!

Coney Island!!

Downtown!!

Betta have that card
If you takin that ride

Move on in now
Don’t block inside

Big mama laughing
Holding her bag

Two step shuffle
With a shoulder swag

Can’t find a seat

We don’t care!!

Whole car dancing

Hands in the air!

Hot summer night

City alive

Subway party

Feel that vibe

Watch the closing doors please...

Look sharp baby
Watch ya step now

Music so loud
Make ya neck bow

125!

Bed-Stuy!

Linden!

Queens!

BROOKLYN!!

Everybody moving
Wall to wall

When that beat drop
We all stand tall

Ain’t nothin like...

That New York Subway Train!

Ain’t nothin like...

That New York Subway Train!

Ride all night now...

That New York Subway Train!

Ain’t nothin like...

No place the same!

Watchillie...
This song was written to capture the feel, sights, sounds,  and emotions of New York City. It is intended to draw the listener into an experience of riding the New York Subway Train! There are musicians in the tunnels, and the usual array of interesting characters.

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pawns in the game

Watchillie…
Move…
No moves….
Just strategy.
Tick… tick…
You already lost.

Checkered stairs lead upward through the smoke in the heavens,
Every second count heavy — learn lessons from pressure.
Mind sharp weapon, thoughts carved in stone,
Black boot on your neck while I sit on the throne.

They rook-pawned me early, thought the kid was done,
Now I creep through the dark where the weak men run.
Temple full of thieves with they masks half cracked,
I move one square humble while preparing attack.

Algorithm prison tried to chain my fate,
But hunger broke bars and I rewrote state.
Now I moooooove slow… death in disguise,
Fly over your kingdom while I watch tears rise.

Pawns in the game!
(Woop… woop…)
Pawns in the game!
(Woop… woop…)
Sacrifice pain, now nothing the same!
(Woop… woop…)
From bottom to king — remember the name!
(Woop… woop…)

White or black… black or white…
Chess clock flash — now enter the fight.
Inside the ring where intelligence bleeds,
Some throw fists… I weaponize schemes.

Crowd roar loud but my silence more cold,
Panther in shadow with a predator soul.
Marshall move seen from a mile away,
Tal-type gamble? Ima smile then slay.

Liquid nitrogen heart, no fear in veins,
Bishop take angle now collapse your frame.
One clean sacrifice shifted all lanes,
You lost ya queen while I built my reign.

Pawns in the game!
(Woop… woop…)
Pawns in the game!
(Woop… woop…)
Sacrifice pain, now nothing the same!
(Woop… woop…)
From bottom to king — remember the name!
(Woop… woop…)

Peace to the soldiers that fell in the mud,
Pieces got dropped but they watered the blood.
War still rage in the hearts of men,
Some never escape they internal pen.

I was prisoner, actor, beast in a cage,
Now gladiator scholar unlocking the gate.
Underestimated? Good. Keep sleeping instead.
My greatness grew roots where your ego lay dead.

Clock hit zero — hear destiny speak,
This rook held the queen now the circle complete.
Seat at the table, all rivals retreat…
Kiss the ring slowly… bow at my feet.

Tick… tick… tick…
Checkmate.
Ahmes Papyrus…
mathematics.

Watchillie!!!!!!
Pawns in the game is about a chess match. It is also about the hip hop crew using their lyrics and knowledge to move upon the "chess board" to crush the opponent.

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straight 6

Watchillie...

Uh...
Yeah...
Throw em up now...

Straight 6...

It’s my time
The rhythm on time
Bring clarity back to your mind
Cause this is how it gotta be

Don’t test that
The groove clap back
That pound in the chest go crack
Cause this is how it gotta be

Six don’t lie
You movin on time
Left all illusion behind
Cause this is how it gotta be

Snap back wow
You feel it right now
The downbeat show you how
Cause this is how it gotta be

Straight 6

Ya feel it while you movin
It’s your soul that I’m renewin

Straight 6

Ain’t no backing out
Tonight we came to show em now

Straight 6

Say it like you mean it
This truth so real you can’t unsee it

Straight 6

This is how we do
Throw em up now

Hips don’t lie
Red cherry thighs
She so smooth she get me high
Cause this is how it gotta be

Come right here
No need for fear
Bring me another beer
Cause this is how it gotta be

Drop that thing
Let that body swang
That bell make the whole room ring
Cause this is how it gotta be

Break that neck
Stand up show respect
You leavin here soaked in sweat
Cause this is how it gotta be

Straight 6...

Break it on down

Shake and bake
Shake and break that

Break it on down

Shake and bake
Baby take that

Break it on down

Shake and bake
Move your waist back

Break it on down

Come on baby prove it
Tonight I know you feel the music

Come on baby show me
Let your body talk it slowly

Straight 6

Ya feel it as you movin
It’s the groove that you pursuin

Straight 6

Ain’t no backing out
Because we got the clout now let it out

Straight 6

Say it like you mean it
This truth so live you gonna be it

Straight 6

This is how we do
Throw em up now

Straight 6...
Straight 6...
Straight 6...

Watchillie!!
Straight 6 is a hip hop anthem by the group 'Straight 6.' It talks about their swagger, skills, and is designed to rock the party.

WATCH3 originally did this song acapella, and later decided to re-record it.

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the cult

Watchillie

Yeah
I seen the inside
I know how they move
I buried the old me
Now I’m back
War

Twisted tongues preach venom with a halo on
Smiles on they faces while they pray you gone
Truth got kidnapped, dragged through the mud
Reason got stomped in a ritual flood

They fed us fear in a gold plated cup
Said drink that pain, now shut the fuck up
Every question sinful, every doubt was death
Every free thought choked till it lost breath

I watched weak men act like gods on chairs
Point fingers downward while they climbed on prayers
Used broken souls as a ladder to rise
Then called it holy when they weaponized lies

Break out break out
I tore through the wall
They wanted my knees
Now I’m standing tall

Break out break out
No chain on me now
I crawled through the dark
I don’t kneel, I bow
Never

Break out break out
Hear the survivor speak
They called me broken
Now I hunt the weak

Old lies upgraded with digital skin
Same damn devil just logging back in
Screens full of prophets selling panic and shame
Different decade, same predatory game

Internal compass buried under commands
Forced fake love with controlling hands
Steadfast, rigid, proud in decay
Borrowed god's voice just to get their way

Crook of the shepherd hooked in the flesh
Pulled blind flocks straight into death
I saw the cliff and I cut my rope
They sold obedience and murdered hope

Break out break out
I tore through the wall
They wanted my knees
Now I’m standing tall

Break out break out
No chain on me now
I crawled through the dark
I don’t kneel, I bow
Never

I remember the silence
The guilt
The pressure
The eyes watchin’
The breath stoppin’
The soul rot

Then one spark hit
Freedom

Snow globe wisdom shattered on the floor
Chaos spun wild but I wanted more
Pain was the tax when I stepped outside
But truth hit cleaner than the lies inside

Microscopic man in a cosmos wide
Why fear chains when the stars outside
Grace came quiet, never screamed demand
Just love no leash and an open hand

Now I speak for the trapped in the pews
For the minds gettin’ bent and abused
Free will sacred — remember it still
No cult owns soul, no tyrant owns will

Break out break out
I tore through the wall
They wanted my knees
Now I’m standing tall

Break out break out
No chain on me now
I crawled through the dark
I don’t kneel, I bow
Never

Break out break out
Let the whole world feel
The greatest religion
Is free will

Watchillie

This song is a story about a man who escaped a religious cult. 

He talks about his experience, his resiliency and how he survived.

 

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the resurgence

The resurgence

Yeah
Watchillie
No surrender
No fear

My time has come,
A century eclipse shifts — now my light reigns strong,
Awakened by the scent of singed flesh from the old wrongs,
I am alive and free,
From the dark I rise, swell tides across the seas,
Still patient still waiting
Now I embrace all four corners with these

My time has come,
Released from the hands that painted justice numb,
Tearing through the lies fed to the innocent young,
Sanctified hatred dressed righteous in tone,
But truth hits harder when oppression gets known
I am victorious—
You can’t bury what was grown

My time is here
My time is now
You hear the thunder when we gather in crowds
No chains remain
No knees bow down
I am the resurgence now

My flag waves high, castin’ fear on the frail,
The unworthy mindset, supremacy pale,
Undeniable now — hear the womb of revolt,
Pulse to defiance, every heartbeat a jolt
You built the cage but forgot one thing—
Pressure makes lions when you tighten the bolt

My time has come,
Your whispers online tried to poison the sum,
Anonymous masks preach venom and run,
But we expose shadows one by one
No more railroads moving hate in disguise,
No more silence while the conscience dies

Closer now hand to midnight,
Time my ally, sharpened by fight,
Tick tock — every breeze speaks truth,
Willow trees sway sermons to the youth
Plausible denial
Nah we see through

After centuries strategy deep in the game,
Taken the knights, exposed the shame,
Captured the rook, king shook in frame,
Last move coming — remember the name
I’m here to win,
Not just survive—
When justice breathes,
The people revive

My time is here
My time is now
No tyrant lives forever somehow
Stand up strong
Stand unbowed
I am
The resurgence now

Watchillie

The Resurgence is a powerful story of strength, overcoming, and the artist proudly exclaims his dominance.

It is meant to express a renewal (or resurgence) of strength & fortitude.

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Nefarious one


Nefarious
Nefarious
Nefarious one


Nefarious heir of luci-ferian
I gotta teach

Your tactics redacted radioactive
You try breach

Beholden
Unchosen
A truth you've frozen
Beyond reach

One eye as the veil
Seduce to fail
Ingest all of me

Deflect
Reject

Butterscotch illusions offered free

Success obsessed
The blind ingest
But cannot see

Through media magnetically
You alter thought reality

Truth

Not


Conquer and divide the creed
Fractured methodology
Question every ideology
You refute the heart of me

No


Nefarious
One

Free mason
Displacing
Erasing

Nefarious
One

My voice rain down
Thunder

Nefarious
One

Free mason
Displacing
Erasing

Nefarious
One

Choose rejoice
Or surrender to my voice


Infiltration
Desecration
Cross the nation
Rule high

Capture minds
Impress the weak
To weaponize the blind eye

Normalize
Idolize
The antithesis of truth

Instagram vanity
Manufactured broken youth

This life they say belongs to us
Freedom wrapped in rusted cuffs

Broken shackles
Broken trust

Not

Pineal awakened thought
Consciousness they never taught

Succulent dishonesty
Manufactured prophecy

Suckle sweet hypocrisy
Reared by ideology
Soul exists inside of me
Price of freedom never free


Nefarious
One

Free mason
Displacing
Erasing

Nefarious
One

My voice rain down
Thunder

Nefarious
One

Free mason
Displacing
Erasing

Nefarious
One

Choose rejoice
Or surrender to my voice


This is what I wanted

Not

Freedom
To be
Mine

This is what I wanted

Not

Money
Power
Greed

This is what I wanted

Not

Control
Of time
Life

This is what I wanted

Not

Victory
Vengeance
Mine


Conquer and divide the creed
Fractured methodology
Question every ideology
Not your defective masonry

Broken down upon the ground
Pieces of a golden crown

Strong of mind
Well endowed

Strong of will
Without a doubt


Nefarious heir of luci-ferian
Hear my creed

Perfect infect consume heart mind soul
With disrespect

Created
Molded
Woven
Rebirthed & chosen
A new will

Living life awakened now
And choosing
The red pill

Inject
Respect
Deflect

Star

The dark side

Wield the force in hand
Thor

The most high

Slice the wound its me you bleed
Mirrored life for all to see
Kingdom grown I'm born to win
Kneel before now let's begin


Now


To question is not blasphemy

See with full transparency

Independent thought guiding me

Blood diamond pure
In clarity

Nefarious
One
Is I

Watchillie

Nefarious one is a story about evil.

It is written from the perspective of The Nefarious One (Evil) and how that spirit can infect someone and the sly and conniving ways it attempts to distract and take over your soul.
Evil and negativity are meant to be deceptive and sly. 

Nefarious One is about the unseen spiritual battle and how if we do not choose to be aware and not choose to be vigilant, the infectious demons of The Nefarious one can infect and consume us before we are even aware.

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manifest destiny

Uh
Acquisition is the mission
Sewing seeds dissension tension
Clear sight
And arms wide
In awe
With protection from the gospel law
Ain’t no doubt about it
Always right is the fight that I’ve been wanting
Your land your mind
Your soul I bought it
Righteous hand is mine
Anointed with intention by the one god
Divine
Cause
I manifest
My truth
I manifest
My truth
Manifest destiny
I manifest
My truth
I manifest
Accept that this is how it's gotta be
Didn’t see me coming
While you drinkin ya tusgwino
Mint julep in my hand
While I was predicting ya casino
All I see and all I touch I have declared that it’s mine
I’m endowed my super power I don’t care ‘bout your tribe
Because I’m blessed
I’m knighted
My church my home gives the proof
Homesteading always ready to share my word the truth
Cause
I manifest
My truth
I manifest
My truth
Manifest destiny
I manifest
My truth
I manifest
Accept that this is how it's gotta be
1862 the year they handed me the sword
To wield and slay the dragons bison droppin ya horse
Because I’m preaching teachin reaching every canyon and brook
Apache and tohono and the mighty chinook
No I’m not evil
Or deceiving
I’m ordained by the high
Bow down before extinction
As I cleanse sanitize
Drop
Down
Drop
Cross
My
God
Your
Boss
Illit don’t mean your winning
Cause believe me ya lost
In the end im gonna own ya
Make europeans ya boss
Cause
I manifest
My truth
I manifest
My truth
Manifest destiny
I manifest
My truth
I manifest
Accept that this is how it's gotta be
I manifest
My truth
Manifest destiny
I manifest
My truth
I manifest
My truth
Manifest destiny
I manifest
My truth
I manifest
Accept that this is how it’s gotta be
Nearly two centuries later and you think that it’s changed
The rules been actuated
Altered meaning unchanged
The system here is workin
Ain’t no reason to change
The power stays de-facto
Rest of y’all rearranged
I manifest
My truth
Manifest destiny
I manifest
My truth
I manifest
Accept that this is how it’s gotta be
I manifest
My truth
I manifest
Accept that this is how it’s gotta be
I manifest
My truth
I manifest
Resistance is few-tile
I manifest
Destiny
I manifest
Destiny
Manifest destiny
Chitimacha blood remembers
Watchillie

Mainfest Destiny is a story written from the perspective of European Colonizers.

It is written with the insidious and self righteous perspective that many of the Europeans held when they came to The Americas with their belief of "Manifest Destiny." This was a widespread church and legal decree that said God had bestowed upon them the duty to cleanse the land of 'savages,' and proclaim any land and resources in their and God's name.

It also discusses the Homestead act which was another legal tool European settlers used to take land and resources from Native Americans.
Coined in 1845, Manifest Destiny was the widely held cultural belief that American settlers were divinely ordained to expand across the North American continent.

While Manifest Destiny provided the moral excuse, the Homestead Act provided the practical blueprint for replacing Indigenous populations with white settlers. The act allowed any citizen (or intended citizen) to claim 160 acres of surveyed government land, provided they lived on it, built a home, and farmed it for five years.

The song also names many Native American tribes that attempted to fight the Europeans (Apache, Tohono, Chinook) and it also names WATCH3 Grandfather's tribe at the end - Chitimacha!

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addiction fiction

Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain

It started with the neck
Back
Crack
Crack
Crack
Not the solution
Not the fentanyl
Not the heroin terror
Posed for those
To refuse
To choose
Abuse until your 10 toes up
You lose

I’m
Not
Down
With the addiction fiction
The noose that strangles
For those entangled
In legitimate pain
Chronic pain
The black stain
On the soul
Of America

They wanna tell you you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna label you
An addict with a habit
They wanna tell you you've got a problem
They wanna tell you  you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna tell you
You’re feenin gotta have it
They wanna tell you  you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna label you
An addict with a habit
They wanna tell you  you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna hold you down
Suffocate
As you drown

More pills
Pills
Bills
Politic thrills
Pharma lobbies
Like a hobby
A a their money buys all
Big votes
Lab coats
We choke
As false legislation
Harming patients
And the
D
E
A
New decrees
Policies
Fear in clinics
Doctors froze
Patients paid
The cost
To-be the boss
Numbers blended
Stories ended
Stats
High
While penalizing
Souls were just surviving
And doing what they were told

I’m
Not
Down
With the addiction fiction
The noose that strangles
For those entangled
In legitimate pain
Chronic pain
The black stain
On the soul
Of America

They wanna tell you you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna label you
An addict with a habit
They wanna tell you you've got a problem
They wanna tell you  you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna tell you
You’re feenin gotta have it
They wanna tell you  you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna label you
An addict with a habit
They wanna tell you  you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna hold you down
Suffocate
As you drown

The moral crown
Had slipped and cracked
From sackler family
To fentanyl labs
Overdose
overdose
Overdose
overdose
Overdose
Overdose
CDC rules
Changed the landscape
Patients erased
Hope lost
Time stolen
Locked in contracts
Stuck beholden
Buprenorphine pushed to save us
While
Stable patients suffer forced to taper

News flash
Every headline
Another lifeless body
Criminals like Gotti
Accusations  judgement
The label on every bottle
Pulled the throttle
Accelerate
Systemic absorption
Street poison
Counterfeit
Mixed with death
Another hit
Don't admit
Same statistics
Different cause
Truth was buried
Under laws

Lies
Lies
Lies

Mendacity
C-pain patients
Are a nation
Hundreds
Thousands
Wanna be seen
Lies
Lies
Lies

Mendacity

They wanna tell you you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna label you
An addict with a habit
They wanna tell you you've got a problem
They wanna tell you  you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna tell you
You’re feenin gotta have it
They wanna tell you  you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna label you
An addict with a habit
They wanna tell you  you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna hold you down
Suffocate
As you drown

This beat hits hard
To open ya eyes
Be compassionate
And know the truth facts
Don't fall for the lies
While thousands hurt
Anguish
And suffer through
Each day
Each hour
Each second-hand
Chime
Is painful
Labored
not a fable
A chance at life
A chance to thrive

They wanna tell you you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna label you
An addict with a habit
They wanna tell you you've got a problem
They wanna tell you  you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna tell you
You’re feenin gotta have it
They wanna tell you  you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna label you
An addict with a habit
They wanna tell you  you’ve got addiction
fiction fiction  fiction  fiction
They wanna hold you down
Suffocate
As you drown

Drug seeker
add to the statistics
Pill seeker
add to the statistics
Doctor shopper
add to the statistics
High risk
add to the statistics
Non-compliant
add to the statistics
Red flag
add to the statistics
Next patient
anotha statistic

You're an addict
fiction fiction  fiction
An addict
fiction fiction  fiction
You're an addict
fiction fiction  fiction
You think I'm just
Anotha addict

M  R I's
X-rays
Ten years
Files stacked
Ten feet high
Needles
Ablations
Surgeries
Medications
Every specialist
Tried
Still they look me in the eye
Like
I'm chasing
Intoxication
Physical dependence
Is
Not
Addiction

Remember that

Before you judge
Regardless of race
Sex
Creed
Color
Or fame
The one indisputable constant in life none of us can escape
Is pain

Watchillie

Addiction Fiction was born out of more than a decade of watching someone I love fight a battle that most people never see.

My wife has lived with severe chronic pain for over ten years. During that time, I've sat beside her through countless appointments, procedures, imaging studies, surgeries, medications, specialist referrals, and treatments. I've watched her chase every possible answer, not because she wanted medication, but because she wanted a life where she wouldn't need it.

Along the way, I witnessed something that changed my perspective.

Many people living with legitimate, medically documented chronic pain are often viewed through the lens of suspicion before compassion. Labels can arrive before questions. Assumptions can arrive before understanding. The complexity of an individual patient's story is sometimes overshadowed by the broader conversation surrounding addiction and the opioid epidemic.

This song is not an attempt to minimize the devastation caused by addiction or the enormous harm done by illegal fentanyl and other dangerous drugs. Those tragedies are real, and they've affected countless families.

Instead, Addiction Fiction asks listeners to remember another group of people whose stories are often less visible: individuals living with chronic pain who continue searching for the underlying cause of their suffering while trying to reclaim pieces of the lives pain has taken from them.

The greatest lesson I've learned from standing beside my wife isn't about medicine.

It's about courage.

Every day, I have watched her keep moving forward despite pain that would stop many people in their tracks.

This song is for every person who has ever felt reduced to a diagnosis, a label, or a prescription instead of being seen as a human being.

Before we judge, we should listen.

Before we assume, we should understand.

Because pain doesn't discriminate.
Addiction Fiction explores the tension between two realities that often become blurred together in public conversation.

The first reality is the undeniable devastation caused by addiction, pharmaceutical misconduct, and today's illicit fentanyl crisis. Those events have claimed countless lives and reshaped medicine, law enforcement, and public policy.

The second reality is that millions of people continue living with chronic pain every day. Many have years of documented medical records, imaging studies, failed procedures, surgeries, physical therapy, specialist consultations, and countless attempts to identify and treat the underlying cause of their pain. For many, medication is not the destination—it is one part of a broader effort to maintain function while continuing to search for better answers.

The song doesn't argue that medication is the solution for everyone, nor does it suggest that addiction isn't real. Instead, it challenges the tendency to collapse every patient's story into a single narrative.

The recurring phrase "They wanna tell YOU you've got addiction... fiction" reflects the feeling that some chronic pain patients describe when they believe their individual circumstances have been replaced by assumptions based on broader societal fears.

The hospital PA announcements serve as a symbolic chorus of labels: "Drug seeker... Doctor shopper... High risk... Non-compliant..." They represent the experience of feeling categorized before being understood.

Musically, the song draws inspiration from classic East Coast conscious hip-hop, where the beat provides momentum but the lyrics remain the centerpiece. Rather than relying on spectacle, the production is intentionally restrained, allowing the message to stay front and center.

The closing spoken passage shifts the song from protest to reflection. After recounting years of MRIs, surgeries, procedures, and failed treatments, it ends with a distinction that has become central to conversations in pain medicine:

"Physical dependence... is not... addiction."

The song closes with an even broader reminder:

"Remember that before you judge."

Because regardless of race, sex, creed, color, age, or circumstance, there is one experience that eventually touches nearly every human life.

Pain.

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