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Finding Purpose
Hip-Hop/Rap
Finding Purpose was released on July 4, 2026 by Torcha Chamber Entertainment as a part of the album Scorched Earth
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Release DateJuly 4, 2026
LabelTorcha Chamber Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ka-Flame
Ka-Flame
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Octavious Parker
Michael Octavious Parker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ka-Flame
Ka-Flame
Producer

Lyrics

(You'll have to find out, for yourself)
I try to give ya the game
Though these lame, rap **** claim, they give ya the same
Double dose of Flo'caine, all they did was complain
Cannot kick it like Flame, guess you figured I'd blame my (self)
But I chose to keep pushing
Go ahead, tell them ho's keep looking
How it burn, you can tell it's fire
Will I ever retire?
(You'll have to find out, for yourself)
How this industry is make believe
Keep it solid, then they gotta, try to, make you leave
Make ya bleed, the casualty, of hate and greed
Sacrifice any man, plan to take the lead
See how they did Pac? it never did stop
Now the gate keepers, trying to keep this shit locked
No cap, leave ya twisted, like a lid popped, man
(You'll have to find out, for yourself)
At the top, but they telling you, to kick rocks
58 projects, just imagine, if they did drop?
In the mainstream, where they claim dreams
Come true, but never do, I know I ain't seen
An underground artist, mobbing with his same team
They put a muzzle on ya voice, so ya can't scream
So depressed, so they dranking lean
What you think it mean?
(You'll have to find out, for yourself)
They want us lead astray
In my mind, I'm just trying, to find better way
In the lab, trying to set me up, a better play
Ka-Flame, he the hottest, what they never say
Had these ho's tripping on me, like they Ella Mai
Had my trunk open, hoping, I can sell my tape
Will we ever see the day, we get to celebrate? damn
(You'll have to find out, for yourself)
I'm always coming up, with dope hits
Flow sick, say I'm ill, I'm like, no shit
Kill ya top 5, with a verse, so quick
Hear my flow, make them crumble up, their whole list
Coming with this fire shit, that I have to give them
Can't fathom, how my album did them?
I ain't rich yet, Should I blame it, on the algorithm?
(You'll have to find out, for yourself)
Let's take a deep dive, fuck a street vibe
Know that we tried, keep the heat live
Standing up on business, till ya feet tired
Them fools rarely, let the beef ride
Cannot rap a fucking lick, plus their beats jive
This is food for thought, plus this shit is deep fried
From the south, to the west, to the east side
Another feast, for the beast, right?
(You'll have to find out, for yourself)
Still I'm giving ya facts, 30 something years, can a **** relax?
Hustle and I grind, trying to get up them stacks
No crash or collision, but I lit up them tracks
Yea this **** is back, Ka-Flame be the name
Kinda strange, how them lames, doing thangs, for the fame
Doing thangs, for the change, only thang, hit my brain is
(You'll have to find out, for yourself)
But they go against the rules, I'm confused
How them fools, still choose to, just to lose?
Benjamin Franks, they just ooze, with them blues
Sleeping on the Flame, like them dudes, hit the snooze
But it's cool, they get rude, then the tool, on my waist
It won't hesitate, to smack a fucking fool, in the face
Loosing in this race, truly proving my case
No trace
(You'll have to find out, for yourself)
Pay close attention, how most won't mention, the Flame
Cause I'm close and inching, to the top, of this game
Big rocks, on the chain
Know I'm supa fly, **** like I hopped, out a plane
Came in fire, still hot, and remain
I don't think a ****, gotta stop, and explain
Because
(You'll have to find out, for yourself)
Written by: Michael Octavious Parker
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