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Resuscitation
Hip-Hop/Rap
Resuscitation was released on February 24, 2023 by Mr. E Beats as a part of the album Colors
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AlbumColors
Release DateFebruary 24, 2023
LabelMr. E Beats
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Ponder
Corey Ponder
Songwriter

Lyrics

Breathe just breathe
Breathe just breathe
Breathe just breathe
Breathe just breathe
It's my voice let me use it, it's not yours don't confuse it
Here's a taste don't abuse it, overreach then you'll lose it
It's my voice on this track it's my pain when it cracks
It's my shame when its whack, it's my fury when each syllable
Attacks and attacks. It's my joy when it's loud
It's my glow when I'm proud, It's my rocket when I need to
Send my head to the clouds. Manifester of dreams
Do you know what I mean? Alphabetic prophetic combo
Of words and letters gives a rush to the universe and the
Outcome is epic. Or cleanse the mind with antiseptic after
Surgery removes the tepid voice in our heads. Hey doc you
Said I'd be dead. Lose ability to spit the fire
Out of my head. I'm a dragon attacking those trying to
Take what's mine. What I've defined and refined through the
Passage of time. I've earned the right to opine on why you
Love to love my shine, but it ain't worth my time
Breathe just breathe
Breathe just breathe
Breathe just breathe
Breathe just breathe
It's my voice let it go, it's not yours and you know
Trying to stifle what it means to me with a stop drop and roll. Black Rob
Taught me say whoa. OGDC taught me no, and no and
No and remixed it till it hit harder that way. My voice will
Wake up one day and fix you breakfast, toast, and scrambled eggs like
This is the way. Or take you to a place where there ain't no more
Play in GA. Or soothe the soul with manifestations of
Total praise, Versatile in the right hands but
Defiled when the hands wrong. a shell of former power when it
Sang a song corrupted by the ghosts of other's needs, others
Pleas, other parameters of What it could be
Tolerated excavation, from folks without permits
Unwanted duplication, from future opponents
How do you go from want it, to saying you own it
I see the game you wanted, now baby I'm on it
Newborn reborn my voice refined and reformed
Breathe just breathe
Breathe just breathe
Breathe just breathe
Breathe just breathe
It's my voice in this flow, empowered miracle. It flowered
Years ago, blossoming marigold. And we go
Round and round, on this merry-go-round. Where I
Try to self-determine but you whittle me down. Your baggage
Like a set of tools that chisels my frame. My mold no
Longer the same, don't know whether the aim is
To mold me down or to mold me away. Each chip of
Wood a memory of a voice that held sway, commanding
Waves to make ways out of no way. Directional
Waze for the aimless on highways. Rubberneck and catch My
Gaze and feel the power that stays when my voice is all-
Natural and allowed to take shape. As an Oral history
Of who I want to be when I choose to be all I can
Be, when I feel free to be me. Don't tread on
Me, stifle my right to be me, a Rite foretold by
Griots in my family tree. Just let me be Free
Written by: Corey Ponder
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