Doghouse Blues

(Intro) Yeah, yeah! It’s SDVNC in the sky, we’re on a mission! Democritus crew, fire detection precision, let’s go! (Verse 1) We fly high in the sky, SDVNC, Eyes on the flames, we see what you can’t see, From Democritus U, we’re techin’ it up, Fire detection’s our game, yeah, we’re blowin’ it up! Smart Detection, yeah, we got the AI, Hoverin’ over forests, keepin’ ’em dry, Visualize the heat, navigate the terrain, When it comes to safety, you know we bring the flame! (Chorus) S to the D, V to the N-C, Aerial eyes, savin’ trees like a G, Fire on the rise? We’re the first on the scene, SDVNC, keepin’ it green! S to the D, V to the N-C, Surveillin’ skies, protectin’ the dream, When nature’s in danger, we do what we mean, SDVNC, keepin’ it clean! (Verse 2) We roll with precision, no time for delay, From Thrace to the world, we’re savin’ the day, Heat sensors blazin’, AI in control, We spot that fire fast, puttin’ out that goal! From city to forest, we’re patrollin’ the land, Got the UAV game, man, it’s all in our hands, Networked and linked, yeah, we’re flyin’ in sync, Keepin’ nature safe while you chill by the brink. (Bridge) Emergency response? Yeah, we got that on lock, Autonomous flight, we don’t stop for the clock, When the fire’s hot, we cool it down fast, SDVNC, always first, never last! (Chorus) S to the D, V to the N-C, Aerial eyes, savin’ trees like a G, Fire on the rise? We’re the first on the scene, SDVNC, keepin’ it green! S to the D, V to the N-C, Surveillin’ skies, protectin’ the dream, When nature’s in danger, we do what we mean, SDVNC, keepin’ it clean! (Outro) Yeah, SDVNC, we’re the tech of the future, Fire-fightin’ drones, our vision’s super, From Democritus U to the skies above, We’re savin’ the planet with brains and love! Peace out! SDVNC, we out here savin’ trees! Hope that brings some fire to your project!

Yo, let me tell you ‘bout this fool, his name is Brian, Lyin' all the time, man, his hustle's just a tryin', Brags about his paper, sayin' he’s mad rich, But when you look closer, it’s like, who you tryin’ to convince? Flexin' in a Vette that he drives once a year, Parked in the garage like a trophy, oh dear, Talkin’ big cash, but that’s all just a front, A broke-ass joker, livin' off that stunt. Brian sucks, can't you see? Claimin' big bucks but ain't got a G, Talk that talk, but it’s all just a game, A momma's boy loser, he ain't got no fame. Inspirational quotes, thinkin' he’s so deep, But when it comes to real life, this kid can’t even peep, A terrible father, man, just look at his crew, Kids livin’ in chaos, while he’s sippin' on brew, Talk about makin' bets, say he’s stackin’ that dough, But we all know, Brian, that’s just for the show, 200K? Nah, that’s just a joke, Ain't got a dime, he’s just puffin' that smoke. Brian sucks, what a clown, Talkin’ ‘bout the throne, but he ain't wearin’ the crown, Sippin' on his dreams, while the real ones grind, This thug life ain’t for him, he’s just wastin’ time. Momma’s boy actin' tough, thinkin’ he’s the man, But when it comes to the struggle, he don’t even have a plan, Ridin' on his mama's coattails, livin’ off her fame, Brian sucks, man, this whole thing’s a shame. So listen up, y’all, when you hear his name, Just remember who he is, he’s playin' a game, Brian's a joke, no respect, no luck, Ain't no debate, man, Brian sucks.

Schwulian liegt wach, sein Blick ist leer, Träumt von meinem Körper, will immer mehr. Die Nächte sind lang, die Sehnsucht so groß, Doch die Realität bleibt kalt und bloß. Er sieht mich in seinen Träumen, so nah, Doch die Wahrheit sagt: „Es geht nicht, na klar.“ Er will bei mir saugen, niemand will es glauben Er wünscht sich, dass wir mehr wären als wir sind, Doch er weiß, dass er mich nicht gewinnt. Schwulian träumt von mir, von meinem starken Körper, Doch er kann mich nicht haben, das bleibt sein Los. Er wünscht sich so sehr, an mir zu saugen, Doch ich geh' weiter, während seine Träume ihn auslaugen. Er sieht mich in seinen Träumen, voller Glanz, Mein Cock der in lockt, er verliert meinen Schwanz. Doch wenn er zu mir kommt, dann steht sie da, Meine Freundin, die sagt: „Du kommst ihm nicht mehr nah.“ Sie schaut ihn an, mit scharfen Worten, „Du bist nicht der, der hier kann entbrennen, Du kannst ihn nicht haben, das ist mein Recht, Ich steh' zwischen euch, ich schütze mein Geflecht.“ Schwulian träumt von mir, von meinem starken Körper, Doch er kann mich nicht haben, das bleibt sein Los. Er wünscht sich so sehr, mich zu berühren, Doch ich geh' weiter, während seine Träume entglühen. Und sie stellt sich zwischen uns, fest und klar, „Du kommst hier nicht weiter, du bleibst fern, das ist wahr.“ Kein Platz für Träume, die er nicht versteht, Malea schützt unsere Liebe, während er still geht. Schwulian träumt von mir, von meinem starken Körper, Doch er kann mich nicht haben, das bleibt sein Los. Er wünscht sich so sehr, mich zu berühren, Doch ich geh' weiter, während seine Träume entglühen. Und als er merkt, dass er mich nie wird kriegen, Fällt er auseinander, kann es nicht besiegen. Er schreit nach mir, doch niemand hört, Wird eingewiesen, weil er die Wahrheit verwehrt.

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Here’s a captivating version of **"Hustle for the Hood"** that dives deep into the emotions, unity, and resilience found in hustling for the community: --- **Intro:** Eh, na hustle we dey, no turning back For my hood, I go carry the stack From the gutter, we dey rise, no be joke For my people, this fire, I provoke **Verse 1:** Every day we dey run, chasing dreams for the block From sunrise to nightfall, no time for talk I dey see my people, we dey face our fears Through blood, sweat, and hustle, we wipe our tears For my hood, I go push, make we see light Even when darkness dey try dim our sight Na here I find family, na here I find hope We dey climb this ladder, we no dey cope **Chorus:** Hustle for the hood, na we get am strong From the ghetto streets, we belong For my area, I go fight, I go bleed Hustle for the hood, till we succeed **Verse 2:** Na my brothers, wey dey stand like rock No matter wetin, we no go fall or flop From nothing to something, we dey build our way For my people, I go hustle night and day I dey see mama smile, papa nod with pride For the future we dey shape, we dey hustle to survive Omo, na love for the street, make us who we be From grass to grace, we go live our dream **Chorus:** Hustle for the hood, na we get am strong From the ghetto streets, we belong For my area, I go fight, I go bleed Hustle for the hood, till we succeed **Bridge:** This hustle na for legacy, make e shine For my brothers, for my sisters, make we climb We dey hold each other, no go leave behind Hustle for the hood, with a strong mind **Outro:** Na the hood raise me, and I no go forget For this soil, I dey plant my sweat We go make am, no matter how tough Hustle for the hood, till we rise above --- This version emphasizes the loyalty, pride, and dedication to uplifting the hood, bringing out the collective ambition to succeed and inspire others.

(Verse 1) Inna di city of Seattle, where di rain a fall down, Mr. Krabs come a visit, but he frown ‘pon di town. "Where dem soul gone, mi people, what a shame!" Transplants everywhere, it just nah feel di same. (Chorus) Rasta warfare, we a rally di troops, In South King County, we nah play no loops. Mr. Krabs, di messiah, rise up from di deep, Gonna shake off di Babylon, time fi we leap! (Verse 2) Di vibes gettin’ heavy, mi feel it inna di air, All de love we used to share, now it’s gone somewhere. “Listen up, mi brethren, it’s time to unite, Return to di roots, let’s stand up and fight!” (Chorus) Rasta warfare, we a rally di troops, In South King County, we nah play no loops. Mr. Krabs, di messiah, rise up from di deep, Gonna shake off di Babylon, time fi we leap! (Bridge) Dem start to realize, Mr. Krabs is di one, Leading di way, till di battle be won. “Follow di path, leave dat fake behind, Embrace di real culture, let di truth unwind.” (Verse 3) Di people dem cheering, as di spirit arise, Shake off di gayness, open up your eyes. With rasta crab ways, we a live and we thrive, Inna unity and love, we keep di dream alive! (Chorus) Rasta warfare, we a rally di troops, In South King County, we nah play no loops. Mr. Krabs, di messiah, rise up from di deep, Gonna shake off di Babylon, time fi we leap! (Outro) So come now, Seattle, let’s embrace di true light, With Mr. Krabs leading, we gonna shine bright. From di depths of di ocean to di skyline above, Rasta revolution, let’s spread di real love! Rasta revolution, we gonna stand tall, With unity and strength, mi brethren, we’ll never fall! Mr. Krabs, di liberator, lead us inna di fight, Together as one, we gonna make it right!

Krista dista buh dista She want a taste of a mista Then she change up her mind She want a taste of a sista She smokin that weed Her pants maybe peed (Or not) Pick a side pick a side Which one do you like? Is it a girl or guy? She said you I’m BI Girl you gotta choose That girl is on the loose Girl is on the hunt Get that girl a blunt

Chris is the boss, yeah, the “5 Mag God” New York roots, ink runs thick as blood Runs the shop like a king, steady and loud Every line he lays, he makes his city proud Krista's got color, bold as can be With lines so clean, she’s a one-tat spree She moves quick, like she’s got somewhere to be Leaving clients glowing, feelin' so free Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why these bitches protective Angel's got style, with a Chicano flair Cut off his bun, now it’s all tattooed air Smooth shading skills, steady as stone But he'll never let you know he misses that dome Brayden's Chris’s kid, keepin' it tame With beats bumpin’ loud, he’s buildin’ his name A fresh ink pup but got talent for days We know soon he’ll be a star ablaze Joey and Lili, the sweet married pair She’s showin’ him the ropes, gettin' him there With every line he learns, another love affair Together in ink, that’s a bond rare Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why these bitches protective Yolanda’s at home with her baby near We miss her laugh, hope she's back next year And Mike with his glitter, makin’ colors scream Bright, flashy tats, like a neon dream Dustin’s Cali-born, brings portraits to play Yeah, we get it, Cali’s overcrowded anyway But his art’s so fine, we’re glad he’s here Bringin' West Coast light, makin' art so clear Then there’s Adam, his work creepy and quick New dad vibes but his work’s still slick Twistin’ his tats like a haunted dance He’s scary good, not just by chance Chase with his brush, straight outta his head Paints on skin like a canvas instead The wildest visions just fly from his hand Art from nowhere, not a single plan And finally Christian, yeah, Boss Baby's here Adam’s apprentice, makin' it clear He’s doin’ real good, we gotta admit But still looks like Boss Baby, can’t quit that bit Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why these bitches protective So if you’re lookin’ for a story in ink Step through the doors, come take a drink This is the team, with a style and flair Your skin, our canvas — we’ll meet you there

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(Verse 1) Golden sand beneath me, waves kissin' my feet, The sound of the ocean, a steady, peaceful beat, Sunshine on my face, feelin' warm and free, In this little heaven, it’s just the sea and me. (Chorus) Oh, forever shore, where the dreams collide, Endless skies above, and the ocean wide, Forever shore, in the sun’s embrace, Found my heart here, in this sacred place. (Verse 2) Seagulls flyin' high, driftin' with the breeze, Palms sway slow, dancin' with the trees, Feel the water’s touch, soft and so pure, In this perfect world, life feels so sure. (Chorus) Oh, forever shore, where the dreams collide, Endless skies above, and the ocean wide, Forever shore, in the sun’s embrace, Found my heart here, in this sacred place. (Bridge) Every wave’s a story, whisperin' so clear, The ocean’s got secrets, for those who draw near, With every breath, I’m feelin' more whole, This shore’s like a rhythm, deep in my soul. (Chorus) Oh, forever shore, where the dreams collide, Endless skies above, and the ocean wide, Forever shore, in the sun’s embrace, Found my heart here, in this sacred place. (Outro) So here I’ll stay, where the waters roar, Lost in the beauty of this forever shore.

This is my journey, my story to tell From darkness to light, I broke out of my shell I heard the sound of the bell Coming from the depths of hell Is it too late to dream of a new day? What is the price I will have to pay For me to live to see another way? This is my place, my journey of play I'm still struggling, that's okay Questioning the path I must take From the darkness to the light Trying to make things right Is it too late to dream of a new day? What is the price I will have to pay For me to live to see another way? This is my place, my journey of play I heard the bell from the depths below Wondering if I have the strength to let go To break free and start anew This journey is mine, it's up to me to see it through Is it too late to dream of a new day? What is the price I will have to pay For me to live to see another way? This is my place, my journey of play From darkness to light, I'll keep pushing ahead No matter the cost, I refuse to be misled This is my story, my journey to tell I'll break out of my shell.

Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why they call the bitches protective First we got Chris the owner of the place From New York he left without a trace A proclaimed 5 mag god He be in that gym workin on his bod Go to angel a touch of Chicano He cut off his bun who he think he is Speaking Spanish that boy is bilingual Nuevo hombre call him Domingo Take it to krista that girl is colorful Not cause she’s bi it’s just what she do Tattin the lesbians almost every day Joey and leelee yeah they be married When she is hangry yeah that be scary But they be cool and do it togetha Yeah she be that mentor Brayden the young one, new to the game So he gotta keep his talent tame His music be bumpin no it ain’t a game Shout out Yolanda yeah she be a mother Call her Houdini we miss her like no other Over to Chase yeah that boy be crazy Call him a modern bob ross yeah got talent Now go run and fill out yo ballot Adam that dude his work be creepy That dude so quick you’d think he’s sneaky Now he’s a dad and about that life He gotta go home to bang his wife Thurman Mormon do the glitter tattoo Just a touch a sparkly and some color too Dustin joined and be killin the game But he came from cali and that shit be lame Just kidding but it be overcrowded for real Adam’s apprentice is Christian But a better name is boss baby Well, you know exactly why. Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why they call the bitches protective