Soul in the Shadow

Yeah…

From Addis to the world…

New sound… new pain…

Echoes in the city as the sun goes down

Truth ain't hidden, it's underground

[Hook]

Came from the dark but I still got soul,

Like old melodies that never grow cold,

Talking too loud but it don’t feel bold,

Truth in the rhythm, that’s what I hold.

Dirty mind but the sound stay clean,

Lost in the night but I chase my dream,

Like old school hope in a modern scheme,

Fading noise but I stay pristine.

Teddy in the background with that timeless sound,

I mix that energy when I come around,

One side trap, one side profound,

Heavy bass but the soul still found.

I talk pressure, I breathe pain,

In the alleyways, stories remain,

Rap in my mind—never plain,

Ethiopian roots flowing in my vein.

Night falls, but the beat keeps bright,

Every scar still fuels the fight,

From silence, I create the light,

Holding hope till the morning’s right.

Grit in my voice, fire in my chest,

Never sell dreams for a price less,

Crossed the shadows, now I confess,

Soul in the rhythm, nothing less.

Dreams sound sharp in the city’s roar,

Every pain opens a hidden door,

Won’t let these rhythms turn to war,

I’m writing truth you can’t ignore.

Chains in history still rattle and fade,

From dust and dreams, legends are made,

Dark trap drums with a soulful cascade,

Every silence, every word I laid.

Got scars but the rhythm’s gold,

Stories untold in the beats I mold,

Melanin pride shining bold,

It’s Addis magic, uncontrolled.

Night falls, but the beat keeps bright,

Every scar still fuels the fight,

From silence, I create the light,

Holding hope till the morning’s right.

Grit in my voice, fire in my chest,

Never sell dreams for a price less,

Crossed the shadows, now I confess,

Soul in the rhythm, nothing less.

Dreams sound sharp in the city’s roar,

Every pain opens a hidden door,

Won’t let these rhythms turn to war,

I’m writing truth you can’t ignore.

From dusk ‘til dawn, I rise, I bleed,

Rhymes plant hope like a promised seed,

Echoes of Teddy in every deed,

Soul is a weapon, the heart’s what I lead.

Melodies whisper in the smoky bars,

I chase tomorrow beneath faded stars,

No mask—this pain is ours,

But I paint sky blue over battle scars.

Grit in my voice, fire in my chest,

Never sell dreams for a price less,

Crossed the shadows, now I confess,

Soul in the rhythm, nothing less.

Dreams sound sharp in the city’s roar,

Every pain opens a hidden door,

Won’t let these rhythms turn to war,

I’m writing truth you can’t ignore.From Addis, let the rhythm flow,

With soul and scars, we still grow,

Lights may flicker, streets may sow,

But music heals what shadows know.