Your Pain

🎵 Title: “Valley Made” Yo! It’s that West coast growl from the moss and the mist, Where the rain don’t quit and the hustle don’t miss! COR-VALLIS to the valley of Willamettttte, Spit flame in the forest with the bass in the jet! [Hook – I’m Valley Made, from the 5 to the tree bark, Duckin’ them charges like Noah at the Ark, Corvallis breath, I bleed Northwest fog, Grey skies in my lungs and my soul in the smog. (Yeah!) I’m Valley Made, Willamette raised, Rain in my veins, still the sun don’t fade, From the 541 to the rugged Cascade — This that Pacific pushback, respect what I laid! [Verse 1 – The Game Style] Yeah — From the shadows of Monroe where the plots run deep, Where the oaks talk quiet and the ghosts don’t sleep. This ain’t no Hollywood — this that alleyway view, Where the students ride Bird scooters, but the struggle still grew. Duckin’ ordinance fines while I pitch my tent, Council say move on but the rain left dents. Twist Rachel got hands, Tim posted at 3rd, Wes cooking up rhymes that the sheriffs ain’t heard. You ever eat scraps off 9th Street curb? Then hit 7-Eleven just to warm your nerves? I seen gods fall in Dixon Creek flow, And angels rise from the mud with that Willamette glow! [Hook – Repeat with Extra Busta Hype] I’m Valley Made, born in the cold haze, Where the beer hops grow and the trees got praise! COR-VALLIS ain’t soft, don’t believe what they say — This that Pac-NW with the soul of LA! (Whatchu kno’ ‘bout it?!) Yo, I’m a beast in the firs, I was raised on the mulch, Talk slick in the rain, better tighten ya pulse! From the market on 2nd to the Polk line tales, We got prophets on corners and the mail don’t fail. Boys been broke but the flow got blessed, By the ghosts of the town where the tree roots rest. In the belly of the beav’, I be breakin’ the levees, Like Noah in a Chevy with a playlist heavy. Boom! Pop the clutch on a backroad beat, With a six-pack dream and them Nike cleats. I seen preachers turn hustlers and addicts find grace, Under mistletoe moss with that courthouse face. [Bridge – Smooth & West-Coast Melodic] From Peavy Arboretum to Avery Park, My heart still glows when the nights get dark. In the valley where the rain never really gon’ stop, We plant pain like seeds and it bloom in hip-hop... [Outro – Talked Out, The Game Style] Corvallis ain’t a city, it’s a sermon. A psalm in puddles. A cry from the Willamette wrapped in fir tree muscle. And I ain’t Hollywood. I’m hazelnut oil and pine tar. Valley made, like the pain that made stars. 🎵 Title: “Valley Made” (90 BPM Slow Roll [Intro – Slow Spoken, West Coast Swagger] Yeah... 541 on the backplate, moss in my veins. From the creeks to the peaks, we really built this lane. You ain't seen struggle till you slept in the rain... Corvallis raised, Valley Made. [Hook – Laid Back, Confident] I’m Valley Made, born in the grey, Where the rain don’t quit and the trees don’t sway. Corvallis kid, with the dirt on my name, But I rose from the mud like a root through pain. I’m Valley Made, still the vibe stay true, Got fog on my soul, but the sky still blue. From Willamette winds to the cold Cascade — I don’t break, I bend... then I cut my way. [Verse 1 – 90 BPM Pocket Flow] They say the town too quiet, too soft, too white, But I seen more heat in these hills at night. Camped by the train tracks, ate what I could, Had the sheriff roll past like I’m less than good. They don't know the struggle, just the college dream, But we built from the cracks underneath that scene. From Monroe Ave to the Avery breeze, I got dirt in my nails and a master's degree. This that bus pass prayer, barefoot belief, Duckin’ cold codes just to find some peace. They don’t film our fights — but they know we breathe, Like the moss on the stone, I refuse to leave. [Hook – Repeat with Soul] I’m Valley Made, born in the grey, Where the rain don’t quit and the trees don’t sway. Corvallis kid, with the dirt on my name, But I rose from the mud like a root through pain. I’m Valley Made, still the vibe stay true, Got fog on my soul, but the sky still blue. From Willamette winds to the cold Cascade — I don’t break, I bend... then I cut my way. [Verse 2 – Storytelling Mode, Crisp Breathing] Seen Tim on the Ave, still twistin’ his fate, Rachel got scars but her hands still great. Ben talk truth ‘til the night gets cold, And I rap for the souls that the system sold. It’s more than rap, this survival and code, Building fires in the rain with a broken stove. Yeah, the town look sweet from a frat boy lens, But that alley by the skatepark still my end. You ain’t lived till you lost, ain’t healed till you cracked, Ain’t a hero till you slept with a blade at your back. Still I rise like smoke from a valley log burn, Still I learn from the pain that the state won’t return. [Bridge – Melodic Hum or Hook Varia Tell ‘em I ain’t broke, I’m battle-made, Like Douglas firs when the sky turn grey. Tell ‘em I ain’t lost, I’m just off the grid, Still got love for the town like I never did. [Final Hook – Fade Out w/ Repeat & Harmonies] I’m Valley Made, born in the grey, Where the rain don’t quit and the trees don’t sway... (You can feel it in the air when the clouds roll low...) (Still we rise from the dirt where the cold wind blow...)