Mblack

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  1. https://youtu.be/XE-ysB_F2xY
  2. Really nice, I dig it. Smooth vocals with a nice mix that I can see getting a crowd going. Great job. If you're into rap can you check out my two songs. Me, Myself & I, I wrote about my son's real life experiences and then wrote a sequel called 6x8 as a warning to what can happen to him if he don't learn from his mistakes.
  3. I definitely agree with the squeeky wheel comment. I would eliminate it all together or just don't make it so pronounce. Once I got past that and you started singing, it was great. You have a beautiful voice.
  4. I wrote this rap song back in 2016 dedicated and inspired by my son who had some rough experiences in the early stages of his life. I told his story through music in hopes that other kids can connect to it and not get involved in drugs.
  5. 6x8

    6 x 8 is about not learning from the first time about getting into trouble and drugs with deep regret wishing you had your life back. Freedom and peace. I wrote this song as a sequel to my first rap song Me, Myself & I back in 2016 dedicated and inspired by my son who had some rough experiences in the early stages of his life.
  6. I've always enjoyed songwriting. I've always written country music songs and then I wrote my first rap song back in 2016 dedicated and inspired by my son who had some rough experiences in the early stages of his life. I consider myself to be a true story lyric writer so I base all my lyrics off my experiences or the others around me.
  7. Wow, this is great!!! There's absolutely no critique needed.
  8. Great lyrics and and the chorus is catchy. You also have a really good voice.
  9. 6x8 Written by Michael Black https://www.facebook.com/Michael-Black-686133418235440/ CHORUS: C’mon yeah, c’mon it’s like that, It’s like that No mirrors to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls that can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late With my head to my knees And the gavel they slamming down Before the man in the gown I knew what was going down I had my life back once But look how I took it for granted I had my freedom and peace But damn it for a moment I had it An addict addicted to trouble Dealing and smoking dope And now I’m only dealing with Noodles and a pack of smokes I had the comfort of home to pee where it’s quiet Now I’m pissing in the prison Surrounded by riots CHORUS: No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls that can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls that can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late I stayed hungry Every day they feeding you crap But beggars can not be choosers So I’m throwing it back In line to take a fast shower They only give you minutes At home I swear I used to take a half an hour Tighty whities man I don’t even wear these Boxers, designer belts and Pants hung to my knees Had the comforts at home freedom and peace But I’m in my 6x8 And don’t even know my release CHORUS: No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late Couldn’t stay away from trouble Or learn right from wrong Should of listened to the words Of another song I was young and stupid I spent some time in Juvie In the big house now Where I swore I would never would be Wishing I was at work And making all that bread And listening to the speakers Pumping in my head Ain’t no beats up here Some people rapping now Sometimes I hear them shout Get me the f*ck out CHORUS: No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late
  10. I wrote this rap song back in 2016 dedicated and inspired by my son who had some rough experiences in the early stages of his life & had it produced last month. Now I know It’s only me myself and I I’ll stay solo No one else that I’ll rely From now on I know I’m gonna be alright Keep movin on I’m never gonna be defied I lost all my pride Things slipped through my hands Don’t have much to say Know I’ve blown my chance Once a dreamer Now I’ll pay the cost of wasting all of those days If I had my dirt bike still I would ride away, I would ride away, back to my hiding place Taking from others only robbed myself Of the goodness in my life & all the things I felt The things I did, I will not mention Not looking back and surrendering to the temptation Tripping, dealing and smoking I’ve been there and I’ve done that Sober, healing, hustling Currently where I’m at And I’ve been staring in the mirror with blood shot eyes I need help from three wise men…me, myself and I And my homies, my homies They gon end up in the sky Death is not up in my plans, I've got me, myself and I In the mirror is me I’m facing, In the mirror is me I’m facing Sometimes it’s hard to face him Sometimes it’s hard to face him Now I know It’s only me myself and I I’ll stay solo No one else that I’ll rely From now on I know I’m gonna be alright Keep movin on I’m never gonna be defied I left that night watching sister and mama cry To clear my head ask myself all the reasons why What made me do this? And what I’ve become? Only hurting myself, sister, daddy and mom A death trap just waiting in the wings I need to get out do bigger better things And to speak the truth no matter how it hurts Respect and loyalty is what they deserve I want the comforts of home To be where it’s quiet Not in the prison cell Finding myself in the center of a riot I wanna turn the key Have freedom and peace You can’t do that in the prison cell When you surrounded by all the police Been staring in the mirror with blood shot eyes I need help from three wise men…me, myself and I And my homies, my homies They gon end up in the sky Death is not up in my plans, I've got me, myself and I The devil hit me hard Yeah, he knocked me down But I got back up and I stood my ground Now I know It’s only me myself and I I’ll stay solo No one else that I’ll rely From now on I know I’m gonna be alright Keep movin on I’m never gonna be defied Now I know It’s only me myself and I I’ll stay solo No one else that I’ll rely From now on The devil won’t destroy me I know I’m gonna be alright Got me, myself & I Keep movin on No he won’t destroy me I’m never gonna be defied Got me, myself & I Keep movin on I will not destroy me I’m never gonna be defied I got me, myself & I Now I know It’s only me, myself & I
  11. 6x8

    6 x 8 is a song I wrote about not learning from the first time about getting into trouble and drugs with deep regret wishing you had your life back. Freedom and peace. CHORUS: C’mon yeah, c’mon it’s like that, It’s like that No mirrors to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls that can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late With my head to my knees And the gavel they slamming down Before the man in the gown I knew what was going down I had my life back once But look how I took it for granted I had my freedom and peace But damn it for a moment I had it An addict addicted to trouble Dealing and smoking dope And now I’m only dealing with Noodles and a pack of smokes I had the comfort of home to pee where it’s quiet Now I’m pissing in the prison Surrounded by riots CHORUS: No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls that can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls that can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late I stayed hungry Every day they feeding you crap But beggars can not be choosers So I’m throwing it back In line to take a fast shower They only give you minutes At home I swear I used to take a half an hour Tighty whities man I don’t even wear these Boxers, designer belts and Pants hung to my knees Had the comforts at home freedom and peace But I’m in my 6x8 And don’t even know my release CHORUS: No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late Couldn’t stay away from trouble Or learn right from wrong Should of listened to the words Of another song I was young and stupid I spent some time in Juvie In the big house now Where I swore I would never would be Wishing I was at work And making all that bread And listening to the speakers Pumping in my head Ain’t no beats up here Some people rapping now Sometimes I hear them shout Get me the f*ck out CHORUS: No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late No mirror to look at in my 6x8 Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break My knuckles, my knuckles They gone pay for mistakes I want my life back now But I know it’s too late
  12. Welcome. I'm new here also and still exploring to figure out how everything works. Best of luck to you.
  13. Welcome. I'm new here also and still exploring to figure out how everything works. Best of luck to you.
  14. Welcome. I'm new here also and still exploring to figure out how everything works. Best of luck to you.
  15. Joe

    Welcome. I'm new here also and still exploring to figure out how everything works. Best of luck to you.