DyeVerse Perspective on RELENTLESS

Cause silence don’t speak for me — music does.
It’s the only language that never lied, never judged.
I write ‘cause the pain gotta land somewhere.
I rhyme ‘cause the truth don’t fit just anywhere.

Every verse is a pulse from the heart I stitched.
Every hook’s a scar I learned to flip and twist.
And every time I wanted to quit, I bled ink —
'Cause the page never turned its back when I couldn't think.

I ain't chasin' charts, I'm chasin' clarity.
Music's my therapy, my fight, my charity.
It’s how I remember who I was…
And remind the world who I still can be

Well I start by buiding my drum beat. when build drums and it feels right and I vibe with the BPM, that is when I start working on the melody. Depending on how the drums make me feel, it could be with the guitar or on the keys or both. I never really have an idea of what i will write about before i start a beat, the song dictates its path. Relentless came out of me instantly  when i made the piano for it, Dark, ominous, yet simple. I have been underestimated my whole life but I am a relentless ass bastard, and the world needs to know. I have lived in the shadows thinking i wasnt good enough because the people that i care about friends and family could  care less that i casn play 5 instruments, with no lessons, mix and master, have the ability make a listener see themselves, no they are not alone or make you cry when playing the keys, or get up and mosh when playing the guitar. I AM MUSIC relentless is telling you that.

poetically i  answer

t’s hip-hop born in a warzone of the soul.
It’s poetry with scars, rhythm with a pulse.
Picture truth duct-taped to a beat…
Stripped down, dressed in grit, walkin’ barefoot through the street.

It’s pain you can nod your head to.
It’s laughter with blood on its hands.
It’s gospel for the broken, armor for the soft-spoken,
And a middle finger to anyone who said ‘you can’t.’

It’s not for everyone — and that’s the point.
It’s for the misfits, the comeback kids,
The ones who got stories that sound like sirens
And hearts that still beat like tribal drums in silence.

It’s not just music.
It’s my sentence turned into a verse

“I want ‘em to feel seen — like I cracked the code to what they couldn't say.
Like every verse is a mirror, even if it's cracked and stained.
I want ‘em to feel human, even when the world tries to rob ‘em of that.
To hear a bar and say, ‘Damn… that’s exactly where I’m at.’

I want the broken to feel powerful,
The silent to feel heard,
The angry to feel peace,
And the numb to feel words.

Not just hype, not just beats — I want impact.
I want shivers down spines, eyes closing on playback.
If it ain’t sparking something deep in your chest,
Then I failed — ‘cause every song’s a lifeline dressed in a vest.

Bottom line?
I want ‘em to feel like they ain’t alone in their war.
And maybe, just maybe, feel strong enough to fight one more.”